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

Chapter 3

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erself to ignore the desperate cries that the wind carried acros

rift and focused on the translucent

ible surface. Most of the functions were grayed ou

submenu, she found an i

squares expanded in front of her, a semi-transparent overlay

preserved by the system and una

She looked at her heavy hiking pack. Without hesitation, she took out the first‑aid kit and tried to "push" it to

little faster. Sh

erialized in her hands, its wei

ssive amounts of supplies without being enc

he first-aid kit, and half of her energy bars. The redu

t waste another second. The dying screams behin

-lighter pack. Her fingers, stiff and clumsy

of her pack, and began the lon

rough thick, freezing mud. It took her nearly thirty minutes to reach the

d ancient, their trunks coa

t in diameter and braced her

he profound silence of the wasteland. The saw's teeth bit i

groaned and crashed to the gro

g the fallen tree into a clearing. The weight was immense, far more than she could manage for any

to cut the trunk into several

e first log and focused on he

d. Beneath the icon, a new line

rted to Wood. Estimate

le touched

ll a tree, cut it into logs, store the logs. The physical strain was still imm

insaw died. She swapped it f

led [Total Players] was steadily t

expression unreadable,

the approach of night, she stored her tools and

art her first fire. The flames caught, a brilliant splash of orange an

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“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.”