Claimed by the Alpha and the Vampire Prince: Masquerading as a Man - Chapter 93: Strip (ii)

“According to prophecy and scientific calculations, the entire world will see temperatures drop to minus forty degrees within three years, and even the earth's core will be frozen within three hundred years.”“What should we do?”“Gather all our strength, build a shelter together with unwavering unity. In the face of disaster, we must stand united, and everyone needs to do whatever they can to ensure a future for humanity!”“But what if someone refuses to work and just wants to eat and be lazy?”“Then let them die! Activate the alchemy golems and large robots, we do not support idlers!”Set in a scenario similar to Frostpunk, with fantasy elements and a steampunk background, viewer discretion is advised.

The eldest daughter of the Li family is beautiful and sassy, ​​she took space materials to flee famine, and after going through many difficulties in war, disease and epidemic, she united with her family to regain the glory and harvested a beautiful boy.

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Other people's systems are all insanely badass, but Fang Chenyi's is all about picking up trash. But that's okay, because picking up trash can also yield all sorts of good things![Congratulations, Host, for picking up one toy car. You have been specially rewarded with a corresponding special item: one 'Lamborghini Sesto Elemento,' worth 23.12 million and one of only 20 in the world.][Congratulations, Host, for picking up a plastic bottle. The system rewards you with one hundred yuan.][Congratulations, Host, for picking up a dilapidated toy house. The system rewards you with a seaside villa.][Congratulations, Host, for picking up a Sun Wukong toy. The system rewards you with three magical monkey hairs.][Congratulations, Host, for picking up a dilapidated oil painting. The system rewards you with the authentic Mona Lisa.]

He fell, but he did not die.At least, not in the way he expected.The world he hated spat him out into another, a place where the sky bleeds, where gods are fractured, and where names weigh heavier than lives.Here, he is someone else.Someone cursed.Someone forgotten.Yet in the ruins of memory and the echo of laughter that was never his, a strange truth coils:that death is not an ending,but a beginning far crueler.A book without pages.A family without love.A body that doesn’t belong to him,and a voice in the dark that whispers of eternity.