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Building My Empire in the Frozen Apocalypse

Chapter 5 No.5

Word Count: 720 | Released on: Today at 15:52

r hands and shook her head. Without pow

d-fashioned way-pick up the axe or the manual hands

eight more trees. Her stoc

s first. Get

the chainsaw in her inven

cle felt like it had been replaced with concrete. She d

two minutes

track of time, lost track of everythin

clouds-she dragged the last log into the campfire's radius. It dissolved

red: W

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ad en

rom yesterday's trades, she had ev

lf upright and wal

panel, the "Upgrade" butto

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ade: Wood x16, Stone

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a breath an

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asn't just a c

ntional-a proper firepit with a stone border for insulation, a pl

used to push back the cold within a six-fo

aling dark frozen soil underneath. In one corner, s

spun a

n crate, a small log

ough-hewn logs. Nothing fancy. But it was solid. Fou

and pushed open th

ave knocked his teeth out. Guys like him-useless themselves, but always r

messages e

, but people had found a workaround-usin

Great shape. Wanna see? Hit me with some

uy flexing in a m

athetic attitude. Dude was clearly strong enoug

bably assumed anyone who'd gathered that much wood m

s too, trying to flirt

ameless cut acros

ferent locations. But one thing was consistent: they all had tre

of dege

s to "Friends Only". Then she added a line to her tradi

Blessed

he noise drain away, and

ce upgrade

Sitting there, glowing fai

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Building My Empire in the Frozen Apocalypse

Tester Romance

“[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.”