[This dungeon has concluded perfectly, individual ranking rewards fully distributed, now announcing regional ranking rewards!]
[These rewards are only for participating players in the zone.
1st: Advance knowledge of the first disaster's name + detailed coping guide for that disaster + Mineral Water x10 bottles
2nd: Random disaster coping guide + Mineral Water x10 bottles
3rd: Mineral Water x10 bottles
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Cheng Shuili's pulse hammered. Post-newbie protection, disasters would hit hard—and their zone just scored early warning and a full playbook!
Game-changer.
The regional channel roared—gongs, firecrackers, flags waving, a mob's cheer—before settling.
[Lingang]: Let's be real, we're all normal folks. Truth is, we got first thanks to Crow boss.
[Time Waits Not]: No doubt, without Crow, our rank's a toss-up.
[First Batulu]: Crow's the star, but if we didn't buy her tip, we'd flop, right? Let's talk straight—Crow's top dog, but every survivor who stepped up shares credit.
Well put, spawning a sea of "I second that."
Cheng Shuili, riding high, tossed in her bit.
[Crow Takes Flight]: I second that!
[No Coriander]: I second that!
[No Coriander]: AAAH, caught the boss!
[Yang Ergou]: Y'all done celebrating? Can I cry now? Anyone sharing the guide? Same zone, I didn't contribute, but I didn't tank us either!
[Xu Lingqi]: We'll hook you up later, same zone, we'll meet—friends!
[Relieved]: I need one too.
Cheng Shuili froze, then cackled. He didn't join?
No wonder he had time to spar with her. "Hahaha!" She leaned back, earlier annoyance melting. She'd grudged his reward share, but now? Pure bliss.
Even if [Relieved] snags the guide, he'll grovel in the channel first—humbling.
The system wrapped the last rank, dropping rewards. A guide and ten mineral water bottles plopped in her lap.
She caught them, dodging a foot-bruise. Muttering about the system's drop style, she chucked the bottles on the sofa and dove into the guide.
Post-newbie protection, their first disaster:[Extreme Cold].
Her grip tightened, fingertips paling. The system's tips were lean, three bullets:
Prioritize warmth. Use "three-layer clothing" (moisture-wicking base + insulating layer + windproof/waterproof outer). Skip cotton—wet, it's useless. No gear? Stuff clothes with newspaper/foam, wrap limbs in plastic.
Fortify vehicles. Tape windows in a "rice" pattern to stop cracks, layer blankets/bubble wrap for warmth. Seal door gaps with wet towels; if you've got 'em, hang thick curtains inside.
Food and health. Eat high-calorie, hit fat daily for body heat. Frozen limbs? No fire—thaw slowly with body warmth (armpits/abdomen).
Plain, practical, gold.
Her fingers grazed a stray page. Flipping, a slip hid inside.
[First-Place Exclusive Key Intel]
Extreme Cold Day 3: Winds spike to Level 10, secure safety ropes outside vehicles.
Extreme Cold Day 5: Random airdrop supplies may appear on highways (Note: red smoke = supplies, green smoke = monsters).
"Whoa," she flicked the slip, smirking. The system loved its secrets, but this was a gift.
Shaking her head, she rose to prep, then caught the open channel. Posts had fine print.
[Lingang]: Anyone got cold-weather gear? I'll trade double food for a down jacket! (This message involves disaster info disclosure, visible only to informed players.)
She scrolled.
[Xu Lingqi]: It's Extreme Cold, @Yang Ergou, prep early! (This message involves disaster info disclosure, visible only to informed players.)
[Yang Ergou]: ???
[Xu Lingqi]: Crap, system's blocking me. Good luck, man, can't help.
[Yang Ergou]: Don't wanna spill, fine, but that excuse?
Informed players were slammed—fortifying, trading, no time for Yang Ergou's whining. Xu Lingqi ghosted.
Cheng Shuili closed the channel. Cold-weather gear, cart upgrades—she was swamped.
Tomorrow's the last newbie day; Extreme Cold hits next. Clock's ticking.
From a repair kit, she snagged tape, crisscrossing windows in a "rice" pattern per the guide. Door seals could wait—her Level 3 cart's new inner door saved her outdoor laps.
Checking gear, she had three fitted winter outfits, one standard sleeping bag, one double-layer thermal. No thick hats, ear muffs, gloves, or socks. Heaters? Nada—electric or oil, she'd never seen one. The channel agreed: nobody had.
She mused: the system's holding back disaster gear. It always dangled a lifeline in its traps—effort or guts unlocked it.
Roads form when you drive. Move, see what's next.
Peeking at the channel, Yang Ergou begged for disaster details, joined by non-participants, wailing. Relieved was among them, whining.
Cheng Shuili grinned. Prep first, gloat later. Busy day ahead.