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Tundra Survival: While Others Freeze, I'm Building a Base

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 749    |    Released on: Today at 15:31

e soul. Alexa's consciousness sharpened in the brutal cold

fabric familiar under her gloves. Pushing herself to her

hite. The sky was a strange, uniform gray, lit by an unseen sour

round her fi

s. A man in a business suit fell to his knees, clawing at the ice. A wom

reen flickered into existen

ss text appeare

Welcome to the Surviva

When the flame is extinguished, yo

at the time of teleportation are retained

number of surviving players in

off." A slow plume of white vapor escaped her

rs or barefoot, their skin already turning a blotchy red

hammering a fist against the intangible light,

a smaller one, who fell to the ice with a cry of pain. Chao

he pandemonium and started walking. She headed

tuation of extreme scarcity, the most dangerous

d a meager shield from the relentless wind. She knelt behind it,

o take

l. First-aid kit. A dozen high-calorie energy bars

the advantage that would kee

her gear, the system

have discovered a N

ot far away, a small metal crate, glowing wi

pt on the lid instructed her to plac

ry, perfectly cut firewood.

. For your fi

ast three, maybe four hours at most. It was a crue

packed the wood into her backpack, and began searching t

ut they were frozen solid. She tried to snap a branch

ted, scannin

ine broke the endless white.

, but they were real. They were a

ith cold, and stared at that

ange. It was less panicked now, more agonized. The first cries of

a chilling detachment, wouldn

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Tundra Survival: While Others Freeze, I'm Building a Base
Tundra Survival: While Others Freeze, I'm Building a Base
“When the global countdown hit zero, humanity was instantly teleported into a brutal, frozen wasteland. The system's rule was absolute: keep your campfire burning, or be permanently erased from existence. While others arrived in thin pajamas to freeze in the sub-zero wind, I had spent my final hours on Earth preparing, bringing a full survival pack and a cordless chainsaw. By unlocking a hidden inventory system, I endured back-breaking labor to chop down ancient pines, hoarding over a hundred units of life-saving wood. But when I offered to trade my surplus for coal and blueprints, the public chat completely turned on me. "You selfish monster! You're hoarding resources while people are dying!" They cursed me as a ruthless pariah, demanding I hand over my hard-earned fuel for free to save strangers who hadn't prepared at all. I watched the survivor count plummet from a thousand to barely three hundred in just four days, listening to the agonizing screams echoing across the ice. I couldn't understand why they felt entitled to the results of my blood and exhaustion, expecting my compassion to warm them while I froze. With the inhuman howls from the dark forest growing louder, any lingering sympathy in me completely died. I calmly blocked the public channel, tossed another piece of coal into my roaring fire, and opened my private messages to build my own fortress.”