Fang Cheng opened his eyes and woke up.
Looking at the strange and simple room, Fang Cheng frowned.
"Where is this?"
Fang Cheng waited for a while.
"Um?"
Why are no memories flooding in?
Logically speaking, shouldn’t I be able to travel through time?
After traveling through time, isn't there always a rush of information that comes to mind?
If there is no inherited memory, then what about this.
"Ding~"
After a while, there was no response.
Fang Cheng sat on the bare broken wooden bed, looking a little embarrassed.
Before Fang Cheng could continue thinking, suddenly, a series of weird mechanical sounds sounded in the room.
[Ding dong, dear friends, welcome to the wasteland world. 】
[In order for you to survive better in the wasteland world, please keep the following points in mind. 】
[1. This is a world full of dangers, challenges, and opportunities. 】
[2. Don’t breathe casually, you may die. 】
[3. You are not alone, there are other lovely creatures here. 】
[4. Please develop and strengthen your own shelter power. 】
…………
[Everyone’s shelter has a three-day novice protection period. Dear friends, please be as strong as possible during this period. 】
[You only live once, wish you good luck. 】
The mechanical sound fell.
A light screen panel appeared in front of Fang Cheng.
"basic information"
"Name: Fang Cheng"
"Age: 16 years old"
"Race: Human (not infected or mutated)"
"Comprehensive physical fitness level: 0.97 level"
"Comprehensive mental quality level: 1.11"
"Status: confused"
"Skill: None"
"Items: basic shelter (1), dilapidated wooden bed (1)"
"Equipment: None"
"Material: None"
"Source value: 0"
…………
"Confused?"
Fang Cheng looked at the panel with a strange look on his face, writing it so straightforwardly, I don't want to lose face.
The smart Fang Cheng discovered that next to the basic information column, there were [Communication], [Trading] and [Manufacturing] interfaces.
Fang Cheng quickly clicked on [Communication].
When you open the interface, the first thing you see is a large message message from the world channel that is constantly refreshing.
"Brothers, what the hell happened."
"Oh my god, are we traveling together as a group? Or is some mysterious force kidnapping us into the game?"
"By the way, did you all hear that voice prompt?"
"Do you think this is a game or the real world?"
"Who knows, but no one dares to joke with their own lives."
"This room is in tatters, with just a broken window and a broken wooden bed. It's like a garbage dump. I've never been in such a dirty and bad place!"
"Those upstairs, don't be so petty. Dirty things are no longer a problem now."
"What the hell, don't breathe casually. If you don't breathe, it's already fatal, okay?!"
"Farke, Farke this world!"
…
The world channel of the [Communication] interface is filled with various emotions.
Fang Cheng took a cursory glance and couldn't bear to see it.
When I clicked on the [Transaction] interface, it was empty. No one had posted any transaction information on it.
Continue to look at the [Manufacturing] interface.
"Law Drawing (1), Stove Drawing (1), Stone Pot Drawing (1)"
It actually comes with manufacturing drawings for several basic survival tools.
Fang Cheng clicked on the "Long-handled Ax Drawing".
"Lang-handled ax manufacturing: wood x 1, iron ore x 1"
You need some raw materials to make these things, but you don't have any right now.
It seems that it is necessary to go out and find resources.
And currently, it seems that besides myself, there are a considerable number of people who have been transferred to this world called the wasteland.
I don’t know if I have a chance to encounter them.
Fang Cheng thought for a while and glanced at the regional channel in the "Communication" interface.
"Boss, help!"
"I am so poor, I can't be kidnapped. Is this an opportunity for my destined protagonist to change his fate against the will of heaven?"
"Brothers, I'm so thirsty and hungry. Do you have anything to eat or drink? Qiuqiu, please give me some. [Picture] [Picture]"
"The beauty upstairs is at least a school beauty. It's a pity that I don't have any food or water for you."
"These pictures are not enough. I have water here. Chat privately. If you are satisfied, you can trade."
"Damn it, aren't you taking advantage of others' chaos?"
"Hmph, in this unknown situation, any material related to survival is very precious. You are really ignorant."
"Did you look outside the room? It's hell!"
"I saw the one upstairs, so I hid in the corner of the room and shivered."
…………
The number of messages in the regional channel is smaller, and the number of messages on the channel is limited. There should be a considerable number of people who did not waste their precious speaking opportunities.
It seems that this is really the beginning of hell difficulty.
Survival in this post-apocalyptic wasteland, what ability does a weak high school student like me have to survive in such a harsh environment?
But Fang Cheng didn't intend to sit still and wait for death.
You can never underestimate the inner strength of a new-age high school student who grew up in an involutionary environment.
So Fang Cheng decided to climb down from the wooden bed, walk to the only small window in the dark room, and take a sneak peek.
"ha……"
"Creak, creak, creak..."
"ha……"
"Creak, creak, creak..."
The glass of this small half-meter-wide window was so dirty that Fang Cheng couldn't see what was going on outside.
I reluctantly used my breath and sleeves to wipe out a clean patch, but because the outside side was also dirty, it was of no use.
There is only a slightly clean area near the window frame, and a bit of the window root can be barely seen through this gap.
"It seems, nothing?"
Within the visible range, there are only some dry grass outside the window, as if there is a dilapidated yard outside the room.
Fang Cheng bravely opened the wooden door of the room.
A faint rotten smell reached his nose.
Fang Cheng is a clever man.
"a little cold!"
The temperature outside the room is much lower than inside the room, it seems to be only about ten degrees Celsius.
I only wore a thin long-sleeved jacket and trousers. Although it was enough at this temperature, it would probably be more difficult at night when the temperature was even lower.
After his eyes adjusted to the light, Fang Cheng quickly observed the surrounding environment outside his shelter.
The so-called shelter is a small house of a few square meters. The house is made of wooden boards and does not look very strong.
The house has a small yard with some debris piled up in it. The yard wall is just a simple wooden fence, which is very weak.
Although it feels like this wasteland world was originally supposed to be a modern world, it feels like I was randomly assigned to a nook and cranny in the countryside.
Outside the yard, there is a relatively wide open space, and further outside the open space is a forest terrain.
It looked vaguely like there was something unclean in the forest.
