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Building My Empire in the Frozen Apocalypse

Chapter 7 No.7

Word Count: 690 | Released on: Today at 15:52

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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.”