Author: Kujuyuki
Category: Crossing Rebirth
Dressed as an interstellar girl, Su Tang found that she had been exiled to the Barren Star. Not afraid, she has farming skills, digging wild vegetables, building wooden houses, drawing spring water, drying dried meat, and living a beautiful life. The interstellar virus is raging, materials are scarce, and interstellar people are projected to the forbidden place of the universe - the city of fog to obtain supplies. Su Tang accidentally got a light brain and entered the Mist City, only to find that his spiritual power was 3S, and his luck was worth 5S? She went to the mining area to dig and dig out rare energy veins with a shovel? She went to the border to kill mutant beasts and picked up a nest of phoenix eggs that the whole interstellar was crazy for? She went to the primeval forest to do a mission and dug up a bunch of herbs that were extinct in the ancient earth era? She casually picked up a beautiful and miserable unlucky egg, and found that he was the legendary imperial tyrant? Su Tang: Hey, pick it up wrong, start over ~QAQ Your Majesty: I allow you to say it again! Knock on the blackboard: 1. Interstellar overhead, holographic system, farming food flow.
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After an apocalyptic event that thrusts the world into a new ice age, Calestia - a 17-year-old girl with a strong will - must learn to survive on a land infested with gangs, guns, and distrust.
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Nobody knows what day it is anymore. Nobody knows the month, the day of the week...and the only way to tell time is by the slight change in the color of the sky from grey to black every twenty-four hours. If a day even is twenty-four hours anymore. The planet is dead. The people are dead. Snow falls down upon piles of bodies like the ash of a volcanic eruption. Except, the snow doesn't stop. It never does. It continues to fall and fall until you wonder if it is even possible for another flake to come down and land silently in your hair. But it does. They do. There are few survivors of what the remaining have started to call the end of the world. The Apocalypse. Few who are still brave or scared of death enough to face the torture that is living. I am one of those survivors.
Book One of the Snow Series
Highest ranking: #3 in Sci-Fi
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