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

Chapter 6

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from a shallow, unrestful doze feeling frayed

es, then prepared to drag them back to save

reviously unnoticed icon next to the

from her hand, enveloping

a stream of blue data that flowed directly in

added to inventory. Burn t

ess than three seconds. She hadn't moved

y] tab, a line of text that had previously been gray was now act

ed a certain amount of wood. A reward for her labor?

on, it was a comp

er to another log.She placed her hand

was gone. Ten more units of

carded branches, the heavy crowns she had lef

than she had in the previous three

ding the fuel into her fire. The burn-

time:52hours

time since arriving in this frozen hell, a g

e didn't have to worry about fue

efiant life. She finally took off her boots, wiggling her num

ed and bleeding from the cold and the work. She carefu

y, she allowed herself to sleep. Four hou

g of exhaustion had lifted. She began to look at

ing, but the rate had slowed. That meant

she had ignored unti

waterfall

get me wood, I'll give you a hundr

ging, dude upstairs. Mo

nd got cut by thorns, he needs medicin

messages asking for wood, people an

ess noise. But she

ead for

n bread for

entory. It was the most basic, most essential

of messages, her sharp eyes filteri

a secret to be hoarded. It

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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.”