Survival for all, my island is the last pure land on earth.

When Jin Xiaoman regained consciousness, she found herself lying on her back on a soft and thick patch of grass.

A gentle breeze was blowing, and the warm sunshine shone on my face.

She opened her eyes and saw a clear, clean sky above her, surrounded by swaying flowers, children chasing and playing, and elderly people sitting and chatting.

In the distance, there are tall buildings, traffic, and street vendors.

A steady stream of people came and went, each with a relaxed and happy smile on their face.

Everything around her—people, objects, and scenery—brought her a long-lost sense of peace.

This is... Earth?

Jin Xiaoman slowly stood up and looked around in disbelief.

A little girl behind me gave me a sweet smile: "Sister, are you sleepy from reading?"

Jin Xiaoman looked down and noticed a book next to her, "To Kill a Mockingbird".

Do I really love studying that much?

She remained silent for a long time before finally pulling out some vague fragments from the depths of her memory.

It seems that shortly before entering the game, a leader who was parachuted into the unit was very fond of this kind of foreign literature and required all members of the group to read a book and then write an 800-word review to submit.

I think I chose "To Kill a Mockingbird" at the time, for a simple reason: compared to other books, the depth of the content was just within her comprehension range, and the word count was also relatively low.

There was also a beautiful bookmark inside the book.

Jin Xiaoman recalled that she seemed to have bought it while traveling in an ancient town because it looked nice.

These items are all real things that exist in her memory. Could it be that she has really returned to Earth from the game?

The little girl took a candy out of her small shoulder bag and put it in Jin Xiaoman's palm: "Sister, eat a candy and you won't be sleepy."

Jin Xiaoman patted herself down, but couldn't find anything to give in return. She took off a bookmark: "Do you like this?"

The little girl shook her head: "I don't like it."

Jin Xiaoman felt embarrassed: "I don't have anything left to give you."

The little girl tilted her head: "I just gave my sister a piece of candy, you don't need to give me anything in return."

She stood up and waved, "Sister, Grandma is calling me for dinner. I have to go now. Goodbye, sister."

Jin Xiaoman only got up after the little girl's skipping figure disappeared from sight.

She brushed the weeds off her clothes and walked around the park along the cobblestone path by the river.

When she saw the park exit, she finally realized where that inexplicable sense of familiarity came from.

This is the park near the neighborhood where she lived when she was on Earth.

Jin Xiaoman stood there blankly, suddenly at a loss.

Why have my memories of Earth become so blurry after only a little over a month in the game?

Or perhaps everything in the game was just a dream she had, a nightmare caused by work, her boss, and the books she was reading.

Jin Xiaoman looked up and saw that the entire park was filled with elderly people and children, even the people handing out flyers on the street; she couldn't see a single young person.

She suddenly had a very bad feeling.

She ran frantically, following her memory to find her neighborhood, knocking on three wrong doors before finally managing to find her own home.

Looking at the familiar surroundings, she inexplicably felt a sense of trepidation, as if she were returning home.

A New Year's "Fu" character with a small dragon was pasted on the door, and there were also calligraphy characters written by her own hand on the door frame.

The shoes by the door are the flowers she'd been clamoring to grow, but since they were bought, they've mostly been taken care of by her grandmother.

She held her hand in mid-air, not bringing it down for a long time.

A click came from behind, and the door opposite opened first, revealing an elderly woman with curly hair and a floral dress. She seemed to be cooking, and when she came out, she was carrying a basin.

The man looked at Jin Xiaoman with a puzzled expression: "Who are you? What do you need 301 for?"

Jin Xiaoman: "Aunt Wang, it's me, Jin Xiaoman."

Wang Chunhua looked Jin Xiaoman up and down: "Jin Xiaoman? Never heard of her. Girl, have you come to the wrong place?"

Jin Xiaoman: "Aunt Wang, your real name is Wang Chunhua, you are 61 years old, you have a daughter, 35 years old, who works in City A, named Wang Nannan, and your husband Zhu Dazhuang is an alcoholic, you divorced 20 years ago."

Wang Chunhua's mouth dropped open in surprise: "You, how did you know?"

Jin Xiaoman: "I live in 801."

Wang Chun scratched his head: "Did they rent out the house across the hall?"

"But girl, you're wrong about one thing. I don't have a daughter. I'm all alone."

Perhaps it was the sound of their conversation that piqued 801's curiosity, which led to the door being opened.

An elderly man with silver hair, wearing a navy blue long-sleeved shirt and gray linen trousers, came out.

The elderly woman was impeccably dressed, her hair was neatly combed, and she wore a silver bracelet on her wrist, which was bought for her when she first started working, giving her a clean and efficient appearance.

Jin Xiaoman's eyes instantly reddened, and she stared blankly at the old man before finally speaking.

Her voice was hoarse, filled with unprecedented grievance and longing: "Grandma, don't you recognize me anymore?"

Sun Xinrong glanced at Wang Chun, who pointed to his head and waved his hand.

Sun Xinrong nodded in understanding: "Child, are you hungry? There's food inside, have some."

Jin Xiaoman could no longer hold back her sobs, and tears streamed down her face. It turned out that she wasn't the only one who had almost forgotten the memories of Blue Star; the people of Blue Star would also forget the children who had entered the game.

Seeing Jin Xiaoman crying so sadly, the two elderly people had no choice but to cook her a delicious meal.

Grandma even thoughtfully asked, "Why don't we call the police and see if they can help you find your relatives?"

Jin Xiaoman ate and cried at the same time.

Grandma and Wang Chun exclaimed, "This child has such a good appetite! Even while crying like this, he still eats so much."

Jin Xiaoman felt even sadder after hearing this. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at a photo hanging on the wall and suddenly her eyes lit up: "Grandma, look at that photo, isn't that a picture of us together?"

Upon hearing this, the two elderly people turned their heads and then looked at each other.

Is this child really mentally ill?

This is clearly a solo photo, how can it be a group photo?

Considering Jin Xiaoman's pride, the two elderly people said tactfully, "Child, a person only has one head. That is to say, one head represents a person. Those with two heads are arms and legs, not a head."

Jin Xiaoman: "........"

Jin Xiaoman was both amused and exasperated. When she left her grandmother's house, she carried a large bag of food and left in tears.

Before they even left the residential area, they saw the ground shaking, followed by visibly undulating left and right, tearing long cracks into the hard surface.

Jin Xiaoman turned around, and the apartment building behind her shook violently, the paint peeled off the walls, and the window glass shattered with a series of cracking sounds.

Dust filled the air, a deafening roar echoed in all directions, and the entire city spun around.

A familiar red light curtain flickered above the sky.

[Alarm, alarm! All Earth players who entered the game have been detected dead. The Earth Survival Game has failed, civilization reconstruction has failed, and Earth is shattered. We are now beginning to strip Earth's inhabitants of their normal living environment. The laws of the universe will descend in forty-eight hours. At that time, the remaining inhabitants of Earth will become cosmic wanderers.]

[Alarm, alarm! All players on Earth who entered the game have been killed. The Earth Survival Game has failed. Civilization rebuilding has failed. Earth is shattered.....]

The piercing alarm blared incessantly, striking the eardrums of every citizen of Earth.

............