Sobrevivência para Todos: Sobrevivência Extrema no Mundo MC

A cold wind swept by, and Chen Fan instinctively shivered, reaching out to feel around him.

“Huh? Where’s my blanket?”

“Did I kick it under the bed again?”

Groggily opening his eyes, he found a bright moon hanging high in the sky, casting a faint silver glow. He paused, a bit bewildered. “The moon is unusually round tonight…”

“Wait, the moon?!”

In an instant, Chen Fan sat up abruptly.

Looking around, he realized he was in the midst of a wild, overgrown field. The silence was unnerving; only the wind howled past his ears, and not far off loomed a patch of pitch-black woods.

At that moment, he was utterly confused.

How did he end up here? Wasn’t he in Dorm 303?

He wondered—he had never been prone to sleepwalking.

Suddenly, as if struck by a thought, Chen Fan instinctively clutched at his waist. He felt around and finally exhaled in relief. Luckily, everything was still intact.

But as he relaxed, another gust of icy wind swept by, bringing with it a strong stench of rot.

Almost instantly, even someone like Chen Fan—who could sleep through the assault of a roommate’s month-old socks—began to retch uncontrollably.

After a long moment, when he finally regained composure, he instinctively glanced toward the source of the smell.

He saw a dark, shadowy object lying on the ground, emanating a powerful stench of decay.

Could this be… some kind of human remains?

A surge of unease welled up within him.

Surveying the vast, empty plain, Chen Fan’s heart began to pound, adrenaline flood