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My Stuff Talks to Me: Survival with Sentient Gear
Chapter 1: Sentenced to 1000 Years For Being Too Handsome

Chapter 1: Sentenced to 1000 Years For Being Too Handsome

[Zhao Qiang: Public urination, an uncivilized act with severe negative impact. Sentenced to 2000 years in prison. Transferred to Survival Zone 23 for reform.]

[Zhang Guanghui: Takes pleasure in stealing the possessions of others, especially stealing women's undergarments, a serious violation of privacy and dignity. Sentenced to life imprisonment. Transferred to Survival Zone 2134 for reform.]

[Kana Momonogi: Due to the excessively pornographic and violent nature of her films, many male viewers have developed the strange habit of masturbation. Sentenced to 1200 years in prison. Transferred to Survival Zone 10001 for reform.] (Note: Kana Momonogi is a real AV actress. I have used her real name as requested.)

[Cao Jinliang: Due to a physiological defect, specifically a micropenis, leading to an inferiority complex and resulting in a distorted personality that negatively impacts society. Sentenced to 800 years in prison. Transferred to Survival Zone 6000 for psychological treatment and personality reconstruction.]

...

Around noon, a mysterious voice suddenly echoed in everyone's minds.

Hank Fowler, who had been peacefully napping on his bed, jolted awake.

What the hell?

Where's that voice coming from?

Am I hallucinating?

Just as he was spacing out, the mysterious voice spoke again.

[Hank Fowler: Guilty of being excessively handsome, causing countless young women and housewives to become lovesick. Such handsomeness is shameful and criminal. Sentenced to 1000 years in prison. Transferred to Survival Zone 10001 to repent.]

Hank: "..."

Wait, is that me? Is that who they're talking about?

Hank instinctively grabbed a small mirror from the nearby table and took a good look.

A strikingly handsome face stared back at him.

In terms of looks, even if it wasn't earth-shattering or soul-stirring, it was still damn good-looking!

(Though, compared to all of you readers, it's still a bit lacking.)

"Looks like they are talking about me," Hank muttered thoughtfully, a wave of indignant fury washing over him.

Everyone else was sentenced for some sort of wrongdoing, more or less.

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But what crime had he committed?

He was just a bit too handsome.

Since when was being handsome a crime?

Is there no justice?!

Is there no law?!

Just as Hank was mentally ranting, the mysterious voice chimed in again.

[All those sentenced, prepare for immediate transfer to your respective Survival Zones for your sentences.]

"Transfer?"

"To where?"

Panic started to set in, but before Hank could even process what was happening, his vision went black.

It felt like the entire world was collapsing, and an endless darkness swallowed him whole.

A powerful wave of dizziness hit him, nearly making him lose his balance.

Then, Hank's body gradually became transparent and finally vanished from his bed.

A few seconds later, the infinite darkness receded, and his vision gradually cleared.

Hank slowly opened his eyes and found himself on a small, isolated island.

The island wasn't very big, maybe about a thousand square meters in area.

Surrounding the island was a vast, turbulent blue ocean. Waves crashed against the shore, kicking up white spray and creating a constant roar.

The sea breeze brushed against Hank's face, carrying a salty tang and a slight chill.

The sky was as blue as a sapphire, and the sunlight shimmered on the water's surface, creating a breathtaking scene.

A mix of excitement and nervousness welled up inside Hank.

This must be Survival Zone 10001. So, what am I supposed to do now?

Just then, the mysterious voice sounded once more.

[Greetings, Survivors! I am the Heavenly Dao, the master of this world!]

[Welcome to the world of survival! Here, you will redeem yourselves!]

[During your sentences, you need to keep the following points in mind:]

[1. Upon entering a Survival Zone, each Survivor will receive a precious set of survival supplies. These are crucial to your survival, so use them wisely.]

[2. Each Survival Zone contains one thousand islands, and each island will have four Survivors.]

[3. Every Survivor has access to a game panel, which can be activated with your mind. The game panel has many functions; explore them yourselves.]

[4. Every Survivor will randomly receive a talent. Talents vary in strength; it all comes down to luck.]

[5. Every so often, a crisis will occur. The only way to survive is to constantly improve your own strength.]

[6. Death in the game means true death!]

[7. Treasure chests will appear around the islands from time to time. Some may contain various supplies, while others may hold dangerous items. Open with caution!]

[8. The survival game officially begins now. Good luck, Survivors!]

As the Heavenly Dao's voice faded, a backpack suddenly appeared in Hank's hands.

He opened it and found three loaves of bread, three bottles of water, two blueprints, a military shovel, and a bag of unknown seeds.

So, this is it. These are all my survival supplies.

Hank's brow furrowed.

Three loaves of bread and three bottles of water? That'll last a day or two, tops.

Then what?

Was he just going to starve to death?

"Sigh!"

Hank sighed, but his eyes quickly hardened with resolve.

What's done is done. Complaining won't change anything. The most important thing right now is to survive.

After a moment, Hank picked up the bag of seeds for a closer look.

There were ten seeds in total, each about the size of a peanut. They were green all over and looked like peas, but much larger.

So, what kind of seeds are these?

Hank examined them for a while but had no clue.

Just as he was about to put the seeds away, a strange voice suddenly popped up in his head:

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and plant us in the ground!"

"Do young people these days even know how to farm?"

"Dig a hole, water it, and bury us in the soil. What's so hard about that?"

"Looking at his dumb expression, I doubt he's capable!"

Hank's jaw dropped.

Who's talking?

Could it be... these seeds?

But how can seeds talk?

Am I seriously losing it already?

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