Survival Queen of the Frozen Wastes novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32 Global Announcement

Chapter 32 Global Announcement

The system notification pinged loudly across the interface.

“Ding‘ Global Announcement!

“Attention, all survivors!

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“We hope you’ve enjoyed your cozy little adjustment period in this winter wonderland–just kidding!

“To make your survival experience even more thrilling, a special surprise event will begin tomorrow at 8:00 AM sharp!

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“Make sure you’re prepared. Check your gear, stock up on supplies, and eat well. Trust us… you won’t want to miss this.

“Countdown starts now: 19 hours, 59 minutes…”

Riley’s hand froze halfway to her water bottle.

A surprise event?

She read the sarcastic message again, and a knot tightened in her stomach.

Opening the Server Channel, she saw the usual lunchtime chatter vanish almost instantly.

“A surprise event? Is the system finally cutting us some slack?”

“Get real! Every time this thing says ‘surprise‘, it’s bad news. Last time we got a ‘festive night, and it was a damn zombie horde!”

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this… You think they’ll make us fight one–on–one?”

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“Doesn’t matter what it is–it won’t be good. Better reinforce the barricades. And craft more weapons, ASAP.”

Riley closed the screen, her brow furrowed.

She didn’t know the details, but in a game like this, a “surprise” was never the good kind.

“The system’s definitely up to

no good,” she muttered under her breath.

Outside, the sky was growing dim. The half–eaten bread in her hand suddenly tasted like cardboard.

Tomorrow was going to be another fight for survival–she could feel it.

Most players seemed to share Riley’s suspicion. Nobody trusted the system’s idea of a “surprise“.

Messages flooded the Server Channel, scrolling almost too fast to follow.

“Don’t buy into it. Probably another

Swarm

attack.

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“Exactly & SpicyBurger, you still selling weapons? I skipped out yesterday—built a wooden fence instead. Big mistake. I need something that actually works.”

“Anyone got a high–tier workbench? I’ve got a blueprint and materials, but my bench isn’t high enough level. It says I can only make common–grade stuff with a Level 1.”

“No way anyone has a Level 3 workbench already. Do you know how many copper and mechanical parts that takes? Who’s even got that kind of stuff right now?”

“Same here! I’ve got a sweet blueprint, but my workbench is too basic. I was so pumped when I found it, and now this? The event’s tomorrow, and I’m totally stuck.”

In this world, getting your hands on a blueprint was just step one. To actually build anything, you needed the materials–and, more importantly, the right level of facilities.

It was like having the plans for a tank but only owning a garage workshop. Not happening.

Riley sat quietly at her table, rolling an empty juice bottle between her palms, her expression steady.

This was her chance.

Her oversized workshop still didn’t have power, so no automated production lines. But every piece of equipment inside–the forge, the tailoring station, the precision toolbench–qualified as a “High–Tier Workbench” under the system’s rules.

If she had the blueprint and the materials, she could build it. And not just build it–sometimes, using high–end equipment even added bonus stats to the finished item.

Without hesitating, Riley typed into the chat.

“SpicyBurger: Taking custom crafting commissions. Weapons, armor, specialty gear–if you’ve got the blueprint and mats, I can make it. Fee scales with difficulty, usually 20% of materials as payment. DM if interested. Scammers will be ignored and blocked.”

The moment her message posted, the chat went quiet for a few seconds..

Then the skepticism poured in.

“Custom crafting? Seriously? Everyone’s stuck on workbench levels. What makes you so special?”

“Yeah, no offense to SpicyBurger–you’ve been solid–but that’s a pretty bold claim. Is your workbench really Level 3 already?”

“It’s not impossible, though. Wasn’t she the first to upgrade her camp to Level 3?”

“Wait, custom crafting is actually an option? Now that you mention it… yeah, that could work.”

The channel buzzed with debate.

Riley didn’t rush to explain herself. She didn’t need to. With the event looming, someone would cave sooner or later.

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“I don’t know… Sounds like a scam to steal blueprints. What if you send yours over and they just keep it? Who are you gonna report it to?”

Just then, a particularly obnoxious username chimed in.

InvincibleWarrior: Hah! And there it is–the catch! ‘Custom crafting, my ass. You’re just trying to get something for nothing, aren’t you? Don’t fall for it, people! This chick’s clearly running some kind of scheme. I knew something was off when she was selling those spears earlier–for all we know, she fished those blueprints out of a dumpster. Now she wants to snatch your rare finds? Send her your blueprint, and you can kiss it goodbye!”

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