Journal of a Wasteland Survivor

[When the winds of harsh winter strike, this place will become the Land of Eternal Silence] [Survivors chosen by the gods, please use every means possible to stay alive] After a massive earthquake, Xia Qiu unexpectedly entered a wilderness survival game. While others creatively fought monsters to level up, she gained 100% aggro from Neutral Creatures just by picking up pine cones. While others tried finding ways to unlock hidden classes, she took advantage of being unemployed to frantically learn blueprints. Friend: How high is your tech tree? Xia Qiu: Just about... seventeen or eighteen meters? Friend (shocked): What class are you? How do you have so many blueprints to learn? Xia Qiu (ashamed): I am unemployed. Friend (refusing to give up): Then what about your secondary class? Xia Qiu (scratching her head): Ab... Abyss Sculptor? ———— When the first winter snow fell, some hid in wooden cabins shivering, while others lost their breath in thatched huts. Xia Qiu sat by the stove, holding a hand warmer and drinking mulled wine. So comfortable! “Knock, knock, knock.” The sound of knocking rang out, and Xia Qiu opened the door. Covered in wind and snow, the Wilderness Hunter pulled down his mask and smiled at her: “Hello, may I stay for the night?” Xia Qiu smiled from ear to ear. An NPC! Welcome, welcome, you are absolutely welcome. Early the next morning, the Wilderness Hunter had quietly left, leaving Xia Qiu a dried branch as a reward. A system prompt quietly popped up: [Ding—Congratulations to player Xia Qiu for triggering the hidden side quest: Protect the last hope of the Desolate Continent] — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Journal of a Wasteland Survivor — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠