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[Welcome to the Plains Survival Game!]
[Starting today, you will embark on a survival journey in this dangerous world!]
[This is a battlefield of blood and fire, and also the King's Road to power and authority. Drive your exclusive vehicle, use everything around you, and survive every terrifying night!]
As a cold, mechanical female voice echoed in his mind, Guna woke up on a patch of grass.
He blinked in confusion, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings with a dazed look on his handsome face.
"Wasn't I in class just now...? Where am I?"
The classroom, his desk, his classmates—all of it had vanished. Before him stretched an endless plain, wild and untamed.
Blue skies. White clouds. The blazing sun high above. The scent of weeds and earth filled the air, raw and primal.
Guna's heart raced as he scanned the vast plain. Not far from him, a figure staggered across the grass.
But that figure... wasn't human.
Its skin was rotting, limbs stiff and twisted, and it moved with a grotesque, jerky gait. A guttural growl escaped its throat.
"A... zombie?!"
Guna's pupils shrank. His scalp tingled.
What the hell was happening? Had he been poisoned by mushrooms in the school cafeteria and was now hallucinating?
Before he could make sense of anything, a translucent light screen appeared before his eyes.
[Plains Survival Guide]
[1. Each player will receive a random vehicle and a random talent. Base your survival strategy on these draws.]
[2. Large numbers of berserk monsters roam the plains at night. Please stay inside your vehicle to avoid attacks.]
[3. Vehicles are unique shelters. Once completely destroyed, the survivor will lose protection and can only take refuge with others.]
[4. Survivors cannot plunder each other. Forced transactions will be deemed invalid.]
[5. Most resources can be upgraded. Please develop evenly to cope with unexpected situations.]
[6. The plains contain abundant resources and opportunities. Explore carefully, but beware—certain terrifying existences lurk beyond your strength.]
[7. 6 PM marks the day-night boundary. After nightfall, all monsters enter a berserk state. Use daytime wisely to gather resources.]
[8. The first round of survival lasts for seven days. The number and strength of monsters will increase daily. After seven days, a massive zombie horde will descend. Prepare accordingly.]
[9. This is a real world. Death here means true death. Strive to survive at all costs.]
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Guna's throat went dry.
Plains Survival? Vehicle? Monsters at night?
He clenched his fists. Everything pointed to one impossible truth.
He had transmigrated. Just like in those web novels he read at night, he had been pulled into a mysterious survival game.
And it wasn't just him.
At the top right corner of the light screen were tabs: [Regional Chat], [Personal Info], [Exchange], and [Inventory].
Curious, he tapped [Regional Chat].
[Regional Population]: 99983 / 100000
The chat window flooded with messages.
"Hahaha! I awakened a system!"
"You guys have systems too? Damn, I thought I was the chosen one!"
"What the hell is Plains Survival? Did you see the prompt too?"
"My god! Zombies! This is insane! What kind of nightmare is this?!"
"There are monsters chasing me! Someone help!!!"
"Shut up and read the Survival Guide! It's all real!"
"So we all transmigrated... a doomsday survival game?"
"I saw zombies too. This place feels deadly."
"Of course it's dangerous! Didn't you see the number of players? Almost twenty people have already been eliminated!"
"Damn! I only have underwear on! What about the beginner's set?"
The chat buzzed with panic and disbelief. Clearly, everyone was confused and terrified.
Suddenly, a new announcement appeared.
[Currently drawing 'Vehicles' for all players!]
The chat exploded.
"It's here!"
"Vehicle draw!"
Guna's eyes sharpened. According to the guide, vehicles were the core of survival. A good vehicle meant shelter, safety, and mobility. The difference between drawing an armored truck and a bicycle could decide life and death.
This was the first turning point of fate.
Before Guna could brace himself, his result appeared.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations! You have drawn the vehicle 'Dilapidated Van'!]
In front of him, with a flash of light, an old van materialized on the grass.
Its paint was peeling, doors dented, chassis smeared with oil stains, and the tires worn flat. It looked like it had run six hundred thousand kilometers and was ready to fall apart.
Guna grimaced as he pulled the rusty door open and climbed inside.
The air reeked of mildew. The seats sagged, the console was thick with dust, and there wasn't even a functioning air conditioner.
"This... is a scrap heap!"
Still, he shut the door quickly. However broken it looked, it was still a steel shell. Against zombies, it might just save his life.
For now, this was his home.
He sighed and checked the details.
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[Dilapidated Van]
Grade: Tier 1 Vehicle
Max Speed: 60 km/h
Durability: 15% (Slowly decreasing)
Remaining Fuel: 1 unit (Can travel 300 km)
Upgraded Parts: None (Level 0)
Vehicle Advancement Requirements: Gold x50, Parts x30, Steel Sheets x100, Level 1 Chip x1 (Advancement requires all modified parts at Level 10+)
Evaluation: A veteran van with 600,000 kilometers on the odometer. Barely holding together, yet every loose part maintains a miraculous balance. As long as you don't repair it, it won't collapse.
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Guna felt like his lungs were about to burst. He had hoped for an SUV or RV... instead, he got this dying relic.
But when he glanced back at the chat, he felt a little better.
"Hahaha! I drew an armored car! I'm unstoppable!"
"Damn! Big shot, carry me! I only drew a hatchback!"
"Hatchback +1!"
"I got an off-road vehicle! Let's gooo!"
"No way... am I the only one with a motorcycle?"
"A motorcycle is great! I drew a bicycle! How the hell do I hide in that? Sit in the front basket while zombies chew on me?!"
"That's tragic, brother. You better find someone else's car quick. Pedaling won't save you."
Reading those, Guna exhaled in relief. At least his van was better than bicycles and tricycles.
Just then, another announcement appeared.
[Currently drawing 'Talents' for all players!]
Everyone held their breath.
Talents were another crucial factor. Vehicles were external support, but talents were inner power. A powerful talent could make up for a weak vehicle.
Guna's hands trembled slightly. He already had a disadvantage with his van; his talent absolutely couldn't be trash.
Seconds ticked by. He waited, but nothing appeared.
The chat once again exploded.
"Haha! I drew a B-rank Strength Talent—ten times strength boost! I could crush zombies with my fists!"
"I drew a fire ability, but it's only D-rank."
"I got C-rank Combat Talent!"
"Damn... I drew a support ability..."
"Don't reveal too much. Talents are trump cards."
"No one posted about A-rank or higher. Someone must've drawn them—they're just hiding."
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Guna's heart sank lower with each message.
Why did everyone else get theirs, but not him?
Was his broken van cursed? Did he draw a blank?
Just as he was about to lose hope, a clear chime sounded in his mind.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations! You have drawn the SSS-rank Hidden Talent 'Daily Intelligence (Unique)'!]
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Talent: [Daily Intelligence]
Level: SSS-rank (Hidden Talent)
Effect: Each day, you will obtain one special piece of intelligence from your surroundings. You may choose to [Accept] or [Decline]. If declined, the intelligence will still trigger at some point that day, though it may not appear again.
Evaluation: The talent with the highest potential! Forget lucky emperors and children of destiny—your Intelligence Daddy has arrived!
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Guna stared at the glowing screen, stunned.
SSS-rank. Hidden. Unique.
His chest surged with excitement.
He had drawn... a god-tier talent!