Survival Queen of the Frozen Wastes novel Chapter 279

Chapter 279 Secret Beach Paradise

[Stool: I’ll always worship SpicyBurger, TartKing, and PineappleBeer!]

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Most people could barely believe their eyes, but after reading the system stats and seeing how broken the legendary gear was, they accepted the truth.

The stats from that single piece of gear were almost equal to their total combined attributes.

Everyone had been drooling over blue–tier equipment just a moment ago. Suddenly seeing an orange–grade item hit them like a nuclear bomb.

Most members knew they couldn’t afford it right now, but the simple hope of earning it through hard work maxed out their loyalty instantly.

The mood on the world chat couldn’t have been more different.

With fuel prices dropping sharply, solo players who’d bought coal at peak prices finally realized they’d gotten ripped off.

“Ugh! My precious blueprints! I emptied my entire stash just to buy a little coal. Now coal is cheap, and I’ve got nothing left!”

“Golden Rose Chamber of Commerce! You scumbags! Did you guys dump all your stock?! You stole all our resources! Don’t sell any more!”

“You lost some, so what? You got the supplies you wanted. Stop complaining. Prices always fluctuate. You were greedy when prices went up, now you cry when they drop. That’s how it works.”

“Keep that sarcasm up, and I’ll kill you the second I see you!”

“Oh yeah? With what? Your backpack full of useless coal? Sell it fast while you still can. Soon you won’t even get a green–tier piece of gear for it. Once that happens, you’ll be powerless to stand against me. Haha.”

“It’s fine. Think of it as stockpiling fuel early. At least we’re safe through this blizzard. Nobody knows how long it lasts. Prices might spike again.”

Trapped indoors by the brutal snowstorm, people chatted endlessly in public chat, leaving everyone confused about where fuel prices would go next.

“You win some, you lose some.”

Riley closed the server channel and stared out at the raging blizzard.

“Greed always comes with a price. Speculators have no one to blame but themselves.”

Meanwhile, the tiny treant had finally finished its work. Various handcrafted wooden furniture now filled the tool shed.

The campfire heating effect had been weakened. Even with multiple heating devices running, a bone–chilling cold still lingered indoors.

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Chapter 279 Secret Beach Paradise

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Yet inside the small semicircular glass greenhouse in the backyard of their stronghold, the atmosphere was completely different.

“Slosh-”

Warm seawater gently washed over golden sand, making soft rhythmic splashing sounds. A fake sun hanging above radiated genuine heat, warming the entire space perfectly

Riley changed into loose casual clothes on the system interface. She laid back on a newly built beach lounge chair, an old random magazine covering her face. Beside her on a small table sat an ice–cold Coke.

“Ah… this is the real life.”

Neeko sprawled lazily across another lounge chair without a single care in the world.

She had never seen an ocean before, let alone relaxed on a sunny beach.

PineappleBeer was struggling to jam a rough sunshade pole–just a wooden stick wrapped in cloth–into the soft sand.

“Burger, if we posted photos of us sunbathing in this freezing weather on the server channel, do you think people would teleport over just to beat us up?”

Riley pushed her magazine down slightly, revealing half her face with a faint smirk.

“They’d get mowed down by the auto–turrets at the gate first.”

“Haha! True!”

TartKing squatted behind a weathered rock nearby, digging around with a small shovel like a busy squirrel.

“Tart, what are you doing?” Riley asked curiously.

“Planting a coconut!”

TartKing held up a slightly shriveled but sprouting coconut fruit.

“I got this from a treasure chest ages ago. I never had a good spot to plant it. This beach has perfect temperature and sunlight. It might actually grow!”

“Also…” TartKing nodded toward Neeko lying beside Riley.

“Neeko wants coconut juice.”

“Coconut juice yummy!”

Neeko instantly lifted her head from the lounge chair. Her fair little face was covered in sand smudges, making her look like a messy kitten.

“Neeko wants the sweet juice!”

Riley smiled warmly at the heartwarming scene.

System restrictions prevented large–scale construction inside Subspace No.1 (Beach Biome), but the rules were lenient for simple furniture and small decorations.

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