How to Survive Was the Question

He had finally managed to build a shelter, only to get caught in the rain.

Then a cold, fever, and infection killed him within days.

Song Shi silently shut down the game.

He was done. Whoever wanted to play this game could play it!

"This game required some skill in the early stages if you wanted to survive to adulthood."

Song Shi analyzed it. "Only after reaching adulthood could you probably officially begin the story."

Most streamers were still wandering the wilderness.

Dying over and over.

Quite a few streamers were so furious that they slammed their desks.

One skilled streamer had painstakingly survived to seventeen, only to be shot dead by someone from the War Soul Mining Group.

Brother Wu spat out his water. He had only gone to grab a cup and take a sip. When he turned back, his screen had gone gray.

"What happened? How did I die?"

He hurriedly checked the death replay and the chat.

In the replay—

His character was sitting in front of the shelter he had built. A campfire burned before him, and a large piece of rat meat was skewered on a stick, roasting beside the flames.

Brother Wu had been waiting for the meat to cook.

Then several motorcycles burst out of the mist in the distance.

One of the people riding on the back of a motorcycle spotted the firelight, raised his gun, aimed at Brother Wu's character, and fired several controlled shots.

The bullets were incredibly powerful, punching several holes straight through the character and sending his body crashing into the shelter behind him.

The motorcycles rode right over the shelter.

[You were mistaken for a savage and shot dead by mercenaries from the War Soul Mining Group at the age of 17.]

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