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

Chapter 4

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frozen limbs, a feeling so profound she almost forgot the cold. Sh

ny points of light flickered. O

m. Scattered and weak agains

asteless brick slowly. She could feel the calories hi

system panel f

burn time: 1 hour 27 min

d selected one of the pine

Pine Log

laced by a stack of wood. She then selected th

ood x1. Burn ti

hours. A small knot of tension in her chest loose

, even with the inventory system, took time and energy. She needed a bigger buffer. B

was back in the forest

She targeted three massive pines near he

s traveled up her arms, rattling her bones. She gritted her teeth, ignoring the

colossal trees. The yield was four t

rt of controlling the powerful tool. The t

sections and fed them into her inventory, watching

insaw's motor sputtered. The second battery was flashin

hat one tree back with her. She looked at the clearing she'd made, a small wound i

process of converting the wood a

ber on her panel

10 hours.

sed, the panel displayed a number that made her

urrent burn time: 1

wouldn't have to worry

yers] count sobered her. It ha

ed, but cold and starvation

e took out the solar panel and unfolded it, angling it towards the dim, g

or the foreseeable future, her

buffer was a profound comfort,

dozing in the firelight, when a

ep, guttural sound that was distinctly

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

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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.”