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Building My Empire in the Frozen Apocalypse

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 1440    |    Released on: Today at 15:52

s of the campfire, the air stayed surprisingly warm-like t

bottle in her hand. She stared into the flames for a moment, then focused her a

she finally had time to sit quietly and rea

f the panel had a row of function icons: Server Chann

terfly back in the old world, and she sure as hell wasn't going to make friends

nto the "Ser

ers appeared i

er: U

Online: 9

. Less than ten hours in, e

oesn't

od. Plus the initial fuel the campfire had when they arrived-that alone

ose people do to get

ages scrolling by every second. D

ing just bounces off and rattles my whole arm. Can anyone spare a couple logs? My dad's

s still alive, he's out there

-and before I got within ten feet, some white rabbit thing jumped out of a drift. Teeth like ne

n the wild. I opened a wooden one and

cked out two keywords, "Random Rewa

en crates, copper crates-these randomly spawnin

crates. That wa

in crates, steel

were saying, reward crates weren't exactly rare. So w

it was jus

and tapped into th

88 Item: Stone x2 Wa

1 Item: Cotton Clot

Item: Wood x3 Want

pt you alive right now. Things like stone and cloth were gett

ighty units of wood staring back at

nt the difference between life and death, the r

an't get those from chopping trees. And right now, wood'

Less efficient, sure, but she could gather more wood i

post a message

t set a virtual ID. Please enter your nic

lank input box. Namin

a long time, nothi

nk of anything cool or clever, so

across the virtual

uccessful.

sed. Riley pos

teel, High-calorie food. DM me with offers-what you have

sage appeared, the channel went

name's making me hu

in here! Everyone else is stressing about the next

o hours. I don't know if I actually die whe

e channel was scr

e skeptics

a tree in this weather takes twenty, thirty minutes minimum

been busting my ass, and I've only got like ten logs saved up. My hands are shredded. Some girl w

I guess. My advice: ignore her. Don't get played. How much wood ca

Mea

e Bre

orch Blu

d it was required for crafting certain ite

uy who'd been mocking her earlier seemed to notice that pe

high-tier crate. Let's see how long her stock lasts. Once th

popped into the channel to thank her. That might

. And the sky was darkening. Temperature outside the campfire radius was dr

ything on Riley, seeing he

like five trades and quit. Wh

lmost out. You want us to

r, why'd you post? Show

g Riley in the channel shrank fast. Mostly it was attacks now. Accusations of

channel. She coul

ad unlimited resources, she'd trade more. But she didn't. And back on Earth, nobody ha

e "Basic Torch Bluepr

ne, Scrap Steel x2" Note: Requi

elt the weight of her stockpile pressing b

didn't matter. Your gen

was who held

36 units of wood. Plus the stee

to

ad all the other materials. For the wood, she'd just ha

ed them on top of the crate, making a small enclosed space. Curled

w heavy. She

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Building My Empire in the Frozen Apocalypse
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“[Survival Game + Game Invasion + Extreme Cold Apocalypse + Infrastructure Champion + Cute Pets + Stockpiling] When the countdown hits zero, the world ends in ice. In a single instant, humanity is dragged into a survival game and scattered across an endless frozen wasteland. No cities. No supplies. No second chances. Everyone starts with the same thing: a dying campfire... and whatever they happen to be wearing or holding. The billionaires who hoarded warehouses of food? They arrive in silk pajamas and freeze to death in the snow. Riley, on the other hand, arrives fully loaded. Because seconds before the teleport, she was insulating her house-covered head to toe in heavy-duty tools. Claw hammer. Powder-actuated nail gun. Lithium battery chainsaw. Stacked toolboxes. While others snap frozen branches with bare hands and lose fingers to the cold- Riley cuts down a tree every three seconds, piling up mountains of firewood. While others hide in snow pits, praying predators won't drag them away- Riley is already building a windproof wooden fortress with construction scraps and a nail gun. While people fight over a single piece of black bread- Riley sits beside a roaring fireplace, a massive brown bear curled at her feet, and a pot of fresh fish stew bubbling on the stove. To Riley, this isn't a survival game. It's a base-building simulator. From a single campfire... to an airborne fortress that will never freeze. Hey, Game Admin- If this game doesn't end soon, I might end up becoming the Queen of it.”