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

Zhou Dazhuang still remembers the first time he saw number 2775. It was a dungeon game with a very low return rate, and basically only players struggling to make ends meet would know about it. But on that day, number 2775 appeared.

He deliberately maimed a man and asked sternly, "On the 117th day of the game, you killed Zhou Mei, a pregnant woman, and desecrated her corpse, didn't you?"

The man's face turned deathly pale. He knew that if he confessed, he would surely die, but under that imposing gaze, he could only nod stiffly.

Number 2775's voice was cold and devoid of any emotion: "According to the ninth rule of the Angel Alliance, those who kill without cause shall die."

He swiftly brought his knife down, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding players: "I don't object to your conflicts over resources, nor do I require you to be particularly kind. Just remember that you are still human."

At the time, Zhou Dazhuang thought that the behavior of player number 2775 was ridiculously stupid. In the apocalypse, they still tried to maintain the so-called order, and even spent most of their energy and resources on it, making their lives worse than those of ordinary players.

But late at night, he had to admit that he admired number 2775 for sticking to his principles and speaking out for those whose voices carried the least weight, even in such an environment.

As the surrounding scenery changed, Zhou Dazhuang looked up at number 2775. When his gaze swept over the countless wounds on his body, he suddenly felt a little dazed and couldn't tell which game this was.

It's probably a new game, because number 2775's eyes don't look as empty and numb anymore.

Zhou Dazhuang slid to his knees decisively: "What are you doing, boss?"

Number 2775 cleared his throat, recalling what Jin Xiaoman had said, and said somewhat awkwardly, "I heard you bet on me and won a lot of game coins."

Zhou Dazhuang immediately understood: "I'll give you half right now."

Number 2775: "Tell me how much you won first. I'll check when I get back. If it's different, you know what the consequences will be."

Zhou Dazhuang: "21715 game coins."

Number 2775: "I want ten thousand."

Zhou Dazhuang's eyes lit up: "Boss is wise, thank you for your understanding."

Number 2775 revealed a barely perceptible smile, raised his hand and struck. Zhou Dazhuang covered his head and ran away, his previous injury, which had cost him a lot of his savings, was still not fully healed: "What does this mean, boss?"

Number 2775 remained silent, only continuing to elbow Zhou Dazhuang until Zhou Dazhuang was bruised and battered again. Satisfied, he left, saying, "Don't forget the ten thousand game coins."

Zhou Dazhuang covered his face: "Don't worry, I'll transfer it to you as soon as I get back."

As the challenge space dissipated, Zhou Dazhuang angrily shouted in the safe house, wondering what went wrong that made them realize he was the one who wanted to kill Qian Jinman. Now, they were targeting him relentlessly.

Also, when did they become so close that they would stand up for each other for money to this extent?

Zhou Dazhuang, tears streaming down his face, asked his final question: why did they have so many challenge cards?

Item No. 2775: [Game Currency]

Zhou Dazhuang turned around obsequiously: "Boss, if there's another opportunity to make money next time, I'll take you under my wing."

There was no further reply from the other end.

Zhou Dazhuang spat, "Number 2775, that's all you've got. You were a saint in your past life, and in this life you're being bossed around by a woman."

[Ding! A player has issued a challenge to you. Please accept the challenge in one minute.]

"Who is it?" Zhou Dazhuang scratched his head in frustration. "Is this never going to end?"

"Don't let your Uncle Zhou beat you to a pulp."

You have plenty of money, then it's alright.

She's now on par with number 2775, who's famous for his fighting prowess. No matter what methods she used, it just shows that he's no longer her match.

Zhou Dazhuang burst into tears, and with the effect of being attacked by number 2775, he looked truly pitiful: "Boss, what are you doing? I already told you, Zhan Tianxia's challenge to you that time was a complete misunderstanding!"

Jin Xiaoman squatted down: "It's not about that. I heard you used me as a bet and won a lot of game currency?"

Zhou Dazhuang closed his eyes in despair: "Sir, I'll transfer 10,000 to you as soon as I get back."

The challenge space has disappeared.

With tears in his eyes, Zhou Dazhuang transferred 10,000 game coins, then collapsed onto the bed and wept bitterly again. Damn the money, damn number 2775.

They're all such annoying people!

Back in the safe house, Jin Xiaoman checked the accounts with number 2775, and after confirming that everything was in order, she sent a message in the group chat that she was safe and sound, and then fell into a deep sleep while hugging the squirrel.

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

Jin Xiaoman has truly grasped the significance of the term "dry season."

It was only six o'clock the next morning, and the temperature inside the safe house had already risen to thirty degrees Celsius.

In the small group chat, Big Horned Bull grumbled: "[I didn't train during the rainy season, but now that it's dry season, I'm starting to train. I'm such a scoundrel.]"

Loves wearing princess dresses: 【It's so hot!】

ID 2775: [Keep at it, practice until 7 PM today.]

Seeing this, Jin Xiaoman, as soon as training ended, handed each person a large tub filled with bathtub water: "Take a shower, everyone. Friendly reminder: this water is not for drinking."

Considering the rapidly rising temperatures, Jin Xiaoman has moved up the ice stock from a couple of days to today: [Sister Quan, in addition to this, we're adding three new items: iced watermelon, iced cucumber, and iced mung bean soup. Each item is limited to 100 jin (50 catties) per day. The price is up to you.]

The refrigerator wouldn't be able to hold any more, so she needed to leave some space for the squirrels to prepare delicious food.

My punch weighs 300 tons: [Okay.]

At eight o'clock sharp, Jin Xiaoman rushed out of the safe house and started digging at the Ice Dew Grass.

Time is money. One Ice Dew Grass can make 300ml of drinking water, which sells for 1 game coin. Now, she can make five or six with one swing of her pickaxe, and the sound of gold coins clattering in her ears never stops.

After picking the ice dew grass, Jin Xiaoman found a patch of honeysuckle on the way to the cliff. This can be boiled to relieve heat and quench thirst, making it an indispensable herbal tea in the summer.

"Hahaha." Jin Xiaoman pounced over and patted her twice with obvious affection: "My dear honeysuckle, would you like to come home with me?"

Jin Xiaoman listened intently: "Ah, I heard you. You said yes."

She took the pickaxe off her shoulder and began to diligently dig the ground. By now, she had fully adapted to her identity as an old farmer.

On the tall tree behind Jin Xiaoman, a small white head would occasionally peek out to look around, and then quietly retreat back inside.