[No romance] "I Synthesize
Everything in the Wasteland," by:
Long
Qi [Complete]
Synopsis:
In the world after the Great Cataclysm, supplies were desperately scarce. With an Item Synthesizer in hand, Song Xiaozhu turned trash into treasure at the foot of Garbage Mountain and accidentally became as rich as a nation.
What, the logging camp needed axes?
Synthesizer recipe: [Raw wood material] + [raw stone material] = crude axe.
Song Xiaozhu: "Here are 3,000. Use these for now."
What, a beast tide was coming and they needed weapons?
Synthesizer recipe: [Raw wood material] + [raw iron material] = crude steel saber.
Song Xiaozhu: "Is ten thousand enough? If not, there are another hundred thousand."
What, the villagers had never eaten meat?
Synthesizer recipe: [contaminated beast meat] + [antidote] = fresh meat.
With a grand wave of Song Xiaozhu's hand came grilled meat, roast meat, spiced beef, braised ribs, pig's trotters, and pork hocks. The villagers were so moved that tears streamed from the corners of their mouths.
Later still...
This chaotic world needed a powerful army?
[corpse] + [energy stone] = undead.
[undead] + [replication chip] + [super energy stone] = undead legion.
With an undead legion behind her and heavy weapons and black-tech light shields in front, Song Xiaozhu smiled at the invaders. "...Still want to fight?"
Content tags: infrastructure building, serious fiction
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One-line summary: At the foot of Garbage Mountain, I became as rich as a nation.
Theme: Humanity's resilience in harsh conditions
VIP recommendation review:
Song Xiaozhu transmigrated into the wasteland world's "number one heiress." The good news was that, as the daughter of a powerful tycoon, she was showered with love and enjoyed every luxury even in a wasteland world transformed by global upheaval. Before she even came of age, she possessed status and wealth that ordinary people could not attain in several lifetimes. The bad news was that her tycoon father was assassinated. Amid the undercurrents of conflict between financial powers, the "number one heiress" ended up on Garbage Mountain, a place of heavy contamination and little civilization. Unable to endure the hardship, the pampered young lady died, and the one who woke up was Song Xiaozhu. Facing a scavenger community that resembled an African refugee settlement, Song Xiaozhu sighed. "Good thing I have an All-Things Synthesizer."
With witty, entertaining prose, a fresh perspective, and boundless imagination, this story follows a protagonist who uses her Synthesizer to freely combine and match materials, producing all kinds of vital supplies. The plot is inventive and briskly paced. Under the protagonist's leadership, an ensemble cast works together to make hope bloom in a world beset by disasters. Its satisfying plot keeps readers hooked and delivers an exhilarating reading experience.
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Chapter 1
A shrill whistle sounded. Song Xiaozhu covered her ears, rolled over, and went back to sleep.
From the other side of a battered wooden board came the old man's hoarse, mocking voice. "Empty the chamber pot or make breakfast. Pick one."
Instantly wide awake, Song Xiaozhu got up and rushed to the stove. She deftly stuffed dry firewood into the earthen stove, lit it, then poured a heap of mush made from unidentifiable ingredients into the filthy pot and stirred it with a spatula.
The old man snorted, got out of bed in satisfaction, and ambled outside to a wicker chair, where he smoked while waiting for breakfast.
Staring at the steaming wild vegetable mush before her, Song Xiaozhu pinched her thigh for the seventh time...
It hurt.
This really was no dream.
Looking at the drafty shack, smelling the strange mixture of stale urine and the mush in the pot, then looking at Old Man Bai in his coarse hemp clothes, his back hunched and one foot in the grave...
Song Xiaozhu felt a hollow sense of loss.
She had originally been one of the countless ordinary people of the twenty-first century.
She worked nine to five, occasionally put in overtime, watched dramas and followed comics on weekends, shot the breeze with her dad, bickered with her mom, and got together with her best friend to play online games and curse out those little "sweethearts."
Who could have known that a high fever would change her world?
A week ago, when Song Xiaozhu woke from her fever, she had acquired a set of memories that did not belong to her.
Her name was Li Siyuan, sixteen years old, the only daughter of the most powerful tycoon in Tianfu Holy City. Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, she had enjoyed every luxury in a wasteland world where civilization had fallen, living a more pampered life than a princess in an age of prosperity.
Sadly, no flower blooms forever.
Li Siyuan's father, Li Shihai, the man at the helm of Han-Tang Technology, had been assassinated.
Without her father's protection, Li Siyuan became a lamb awaiting slaughter. After barely escaping Tianfu Holy City, she ended up on Garbage Mountain outside the Ink City fortress.
This was not the world Song Xiaozhu knew.
This was a wasteland world where, after civilization's precipitous collapse, the fortunate struggled to survive.
More than two hundred years ago, a rocky asteroid just one kilometer in diameter had struck Earth, rapidly altering the atmosphere.
The country the asteroid struck vanished in an instant. The resulting rocks and dust were swept into the atmosphere, followed by widespread fires caused by the searing shock wave, which rapidly spread across the globe on the wind.
A disaster comparable to nuclear winter descended. Temperatures plummeted worldwide, causing total crop failure across the world and triggering widespread famine.
Close behind came spreading viruses, plagues, and
contamination from outer space. All of it drove humanity to the brink.
Nations ceased to be nations, and homes ceased to be homes.
An asteroid with a diameter just one ten-thousandth of Earth's was enough to destroy arrogant human civilization.
After the hundred-year-long "Era of Bitter Winter," the survivors barely managed to adapt to the drastically changed Earth and rebuild their homes amid the ashes.
It was now year 116 of the Dawn Calendar, 216 years after the Great Cataclysm.
People had found safe zones, established Holy Cities and countless fortresses, and stumbled forward in their efforts to rebuild civilization on the wasteland.
Li Siyuan had been born in Tianfu Holy City. Her memories showed that the Holy City was highly prosperous, no less so than the major cities Song Xiaozhu had seen, and even more advanced in certain respects.
All in all, what had happened to Li Siyuan was like a president's daughter ending up in a refugee settlement after nuclear contamination. A delicate hothouse rose, she had been unable to withstand the terrible conditions and died.