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

Chapter 5

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rning, and the fire, though still burning, was weaker.

ainsaw, she couldn't break down the logs and store them i

task. Dragging a log section nearly two feet in diamet

in her pack, slinging it over her shoulder and lea

ely turned to ice in the frigid air. A sharp, stabbi

back to camp, she collapsed, her lu

energy bar and took a few sips of water. As

vised. Continued high-exertion wi

ire's countdown was a relentless

t, her legs heavy as lead, an

og, her legs were shaking uncontrollably.

ntinued action will result in collaps

bled back to the fire and sat down

ogs to fuel, feeding them into the fire. The burn time climbed back up t

r pack, desperate for sleep, but the system's hourly campfire reminder

th a mountain of fuel, the fire req

of semi-awareness that did little to restore her energy. Her

She was drifting in a haze of

Crunching i

ast night. It was human.

right hand slipped into her pack and closed a

de the circle of firelight. A ma

ne there? We

, sharp and dangerous in the flickering light, were

er. "We just need to get warm. Some of us...

nothing. She didn't know them.

he footsteps retreated, fadin

in her hand. In this world, she understood with chilli

yes, but sleep w

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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.”