The Stable Balance Was Broken Again

The Plane displacement was completely finalized, and the entire land underwent a silent spatial transformation.

Unlike the collapse and turmoil of the external fragmented Plane, the Main Plane with the Frost Forest at its core has a stable and intact overall space, and its foundation has never been shaken.

The rules for this Global Region anomaly were extremely clear. The system only targeted those small, fragmented Plane on the verge of complete destruction, stripping away the remaining living beings and relocating them across space.

As for all the native survivors who originally lived in this Main Plane, their locations remained fixed.

No one was moved, no one was replaced; everyone remained in their long-term, small areas of existence, unchanged.

At that moment, a sudden realization dawned on Lu Heng, making him truly aware of a fact he had long overlooked.

This Plane existence has never been a desolate wasteland.

However, the territory of the Frost Forest may be too vast, encompassing swamps, plains, and Frost Forest on its periphery.

Since the start of the game, his activity area has been limited to the surrounding woodland, and he has never ventured into the distant areas. The reason he has not encountered his kind for so long is not because there are few survivors, but because all the survivors are completely isolated by the vast terrain, each hiding in their own corner, making it difficult for them to meet.

With the arrival of hundreds of thousands of migrant workers, the public channels, which had been silent for countless days, were instantly ignited.

A massive influx of messages flooded the screen, scrolling at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow, completely shattering the long-standing stillness of this Plane.

The text flashing on the screen wasn't just from outsiders who had just crossed space and were still in shock.

More often, they are local survivors who lie dormant in various corners of the region, remaining hidden year-round and never speaking out.

They lived on, guarding their own little corner of the world, surviving and seeking refuge alone, never actively interacting with the outside world. If it weren't for the influx of outsiders disrupting the balance, these hidden survivors might have continued to live in silence.

The newly arrived survivors all carried with them a distorted understanding of survival.

They were born in a fragmented Plane of depleted resources and collapsed space, and were used to a barren and monotonous living environment. They had never seen a land with such a complete structure and such complex topography.

The moment they landed, the vastly different landscape, the unfamiliar ecological environment, and the unknown dangers lurking in the shadows completely exceeded their comprehension.

Confusion, vigilance, and unease permeate every message sent by the newlyweds.

Faced with a deluge of ignorant inquiries, the local survivors showed no kindness whatsoever, nor did they offer any further explanations. Instead, they occasionally posted a few cold and brief warnings, each word blunt and devoid of any warmth.

Scattered fragments of information gradually pieced together a clear geographical layout and rules of survival for the five major regions.

The Withered Reed Plain and the boundless wilderness stretch across the eastern side.

The terrain is flat and open, without mountains or forests to block the view, and without ravines to obstruct it, offering a panoramic view of the entire land. There are no high-level aberrant creatures that can dominate the area; the majority of the inhabitants are native species with mild habits and low aggression.

Its advantages are very obvious: it is easy to explore, movement is not restricted by terrain, and wild vegetation, herbaceous roots and natural materials are scattered everywhere on the ground, making it the most suitable buffer zone for strangers to survive and establish themselves.

However, fatal flaws are also unavoidable.

Global Region no cover or hiding place, the unobstructed view also means there is no way out. If you encounter a restless migrating group of creatures or a fellow human with malicious intentions, there is nowhere to hide but to face the danger head-on.

The Mist Forest is located to the west of the Frost Forest.

The forest is shrouded in white mist year-round, the thick fog obscuring visibility; beyond three meters, one is merely a blurry silhouette. The trees grow in dense, intertwined clusters, creating a perpetually dark and oppressive environment. While it is impossible to gather large quantities of surface resources here, it nurtures a wealth of unique forest plants, hidden fungi, and resilient vines—all rare and scarce natural materials seldom found in other regions.

The danger in this entire region never lies in direct combat, but in the endless darkness.

The mutated creatures that inhabit this place have long been adapted to the foggy environment, and are adept at hiding, lying in wait, and launching close-range attacks. Often, the killing intent arrives before the person is even seen, and the vast majority of casualties are due to these silent sneak attacks.

The Cracked Rock Hills are the most barren rocky area in the entire southwest region.

The area is characterized by exposed rock strata, towering cliffs, and numerous natural caves. Vegetation is sparse and barren, with almost no patches of grass or trees. The survival value of the entire region lies entirely in the hard rocks and deep caves, where various hard rocks, primary minerals, and scarce resources associated with the rock strata are abundant.

For survivors who need to sharpen tools, forge simple implements, and reinforce their strongholds, this is an irreplaceable source of materials.

However, the fragmented and complex terrain has created countless natural ambush points. Shallow caves are relatively safe, providing shelter and a place to scavenge for basic supplies. But anyone who ventures rashly into the dark underground will inevitably enter the exclusive territory of a solitary, powerful, and mutated creature, facing a near-certain death with no chance of survival.

Blackwater Swamp is ranked as the most treacherous and deadly place in the Global Region.

The vast expanse of water stretches for thousands of miles, the silt is thick and sticky, and the air is perpetually filled with a damp and putrid odor. Beneath the water and the mud lies a wealth of unique and scarce resources derived from the water system and silt, far exceeding the rarity and value of any other region.

High returns come with the most extreme survival risks Global Region.

The ubiquitous mud traps can swallow people at any moment. Aquatic creatures are everywhere in the water and mud, and the lingering putrid dampness continues to erode the human body. One wrong step and it's death.

The absolute core of the five regions has always been the Frost Forest, located right in the center.

Previously, it was he who led the Plane devouring, completely integrating a small World Fragment on the verge of complete collapse into this Main Plane space.

It is precisely because of this unique spatial fusion that the Frost Forest's spatial resources have increased several times over, its ecosystem has become more complete, its resources are abundant and diverse, and its territory is the largest in the five regions. The strongest and most territorial lords in the Plane have all gathered here, each ruling their own territory, with strict barriers that do not tolerate any foreign invasion.

Any stranger who trespasses into the lord's territory will be mercilessly expelled and hunted down.

After the fragmented intelligence was thoroughly disseminated throughout the channel, all the outside survivors gained a clear understanding of the advantages, disadvantages, and dangers of each area.

Those who survived the Plane collapse were all well-versed in the art of survival; none were foolish enough to recklessly attack the core forest and court death.

After landing, everyone behaved themselves, settled in their respective starting areas, and explored, gathered, and avoided danger on their own.

There was no companionship, no mutual assistance, and no overlap in our lives.

In the apocalypse, strangers are potential threats, and suspicion and vigilance are ingrained in everyone's survival instinct.

The outsiders to the Withered Reed Plain moved slowly along the wasteland, heads down searching for usable resources on the surface, eyes constantly scanning the surrounding wilderness, their steps cautious, not daring to stray far from their lodgings.

Survivors in the Mist Forest guard the edge of the white mist, carefully gathering forest resources and never venturing into the dark, dense woods, always on guard against sudden movements from the shadows.

The most people gathered in the Cracked Rock Hills, all huddled in the safe shallow rock areas and shallow caves, carefully collecting minerals and stones, with no one daring to venture into the unknown depths of darkness.

The Blackwater Swamp remained sparsely populated, with only a very few daring individuals lingering briefly in the safe shallows. Once they had gained something, they would immediately retreat without daring to stay any longer.

In an instant, the entire Plane entered a brief and fragile state of equilibrium.

There were no large-scale conflicts, no brutal battles, only countless lone survivors, clumsily and cautiously groping their way to live in unfamiliar land.

The clamor on public channels gradually shifted from the initial panicked inquiries to the detailed and authentic realities of life in various places.

Some managed to avoid the migrating herds of beasts, some escaped ambushes from the shadows, some found high-quality stone to secure themselves, while others, due to momentary carelessness, disappeared completely into the unfamiliar and dangerous landscape.

On the high platform of the Fortress in Moonview Valley.

Lu Heng stood quietly, his fingertips gently sliding across the Wristband screen, his eyes calm and expressionless.

He finally saw the true, complete picture of this Plane.

It was never a desolate wasteland, but rather a place where countless beings had been dormant for a long time.

The vast emptiness and desolation I saw in the past were merely the narrow perspective of my own little corner of the world.

The influx of people, now dozens of times greater, has completely shattered the previously spacious and dispersed resource environment that was sufficient for individuals to live comfortably.

The four outer districts may appear peaceful and stable, but in reality, they are already crowded with outsiders trying to survive.

The reason everyone temporarily refrained from visiting the Frost Forest was never out of fear of its barrenness.

On the contrary, everyone vaguely knew the truth.

This forest contains the most advanced and scarce survival resources in the entire Plane.

The current restraint is merely a temporary forbearance due to insufficient strength.

Lu Heng raised his eyes and looked out at the deep, endless Frost Forest beyond the valley.

The forest was silent, lifeless, seemingly calm and still.

But his perception was exceptionally clear.

At the edge of the vast forest, a large number of unfamiliar human presences have already taken hold, densely packed and cautiously probing.

The old and new lords of the forest had long been aware of the foreign invasion and were hiding in the shadows, preparing to strike.

From the depths of this dark place, a few low, suppressed roars occasionally echoed, carrying a strong sense of violence and warning.

The peace that this forest had just maintained has now come to an end.