Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely

The biting wind howled, and ice and snow filled the sky.

Under the cover of night, the towering trees covered in white snow resembled white iron towers standing tall in the wind, unwavering and steadfast.

East of Redwood Ridge, outside an inconspicuous cave.

Xia Hong adopted a traditional long fist stance, adjusted his breathing, and his eyes suddenly turned sharp, followed by a sudden punch.

After all, he was a man of 1.9 meters, and although he couldn't be considered muscular, he was tall and strong. As he went through the set of fist techniques, snowflakes danced around him.

Suddenly, a boy with a tender face walked out of the cave. Seeing Xia Hong, the boy's face clearly showed a hint of admiration.

"Brother, are you about to break through to the Lumberjack level?"

"Soon, it should only take a month."

"Tsk, you're too amazing. Father said that among the nine surrounding camps, only three geniuses have broken through to the Lumberjack level before the age of eighteen. You will be the fourth."

Xia Hong raised his head, revealing a delicate face that didn't quite match his physique.

Looking at the admiration on his younger brother Xia Chuan's face, Xia Hong felt pleased, but after calming down, he still shook his head slightly.

"Breaking through to the Lumberjack level is nothing. The Rogue Camp even has Earth-Digging level experts. They are the real powerhouses."

Hearing "Earth-Digging level," Xia Chuan's face immediately revealed a look of longing.

"The Rogue Camp has five Earth-Digging level experts. I heard that they can mine thousands of pounds of coal for the camp every day. Not only do they not need to burn wood for heating, but they can also use coal stoves to forge sharp weapons, making it easy to hunt low-level Frost Beasts."

Xia Hong nodded slightly and said, "After all, it's a medium-sized camp with over five hundred people. If they didn't have some strength, the Frost Beasts in Redwood Ridge wouldn't let them live so comfortably."

"It's a pity that Father is injured, otherwise he would have become an Earth-Digging level expert long ago. If Great Xia had coal, maybe it would have become a medium-sized camp long ago."

The recognized standards for a medium-sized camp are three: first, a population of over five hundred; second, there must be Earth-Digging level experts; and third, the ability to cope with low-level Frost Beast tides.

The Great Xia Camp currently has a population of only two hundred and thirty-nine, with thirteen Lumberjack-level combatants.

With this level of strength, let alone a Frost Beast tide, if even a slightly stronger Intermediate Frost Beast comes, everyone in the camp will become food.

"The Rogue Camp is too stingy. It would be great if they were willing to sell us some coal."

"Coal can not only be used for heating and iron smelting, but also as a valuable commodity to exchange for advanced materials at the giant camps. The Rogue Camp doesn't even have enough for themselves, so they won't be willing to sell it to us. Besides, our small camp doesn't have anything good to trade with them."

More importantly, once the other camps around Redwood Ridge also have coal, the Rogue Camp's security and weapon advantages will no longer exist.

The security advantage can attract population, and the weapon advantage guarantees martial dominance. With these two advantages, the Rogue Camp is the undisputed king in the Redwood Ridge area. Selling coal to other camps would be like crippling themselves.

As a transmigrator, Xia Hong naturally saw further than Xia Chuan.

A month ago, he transmigrated here. From the initial panic and bewilderment to the current indifference, the impact Xia Hong received was not small.

This world is fraught with crises.

The crisis does not only stem from the special species called Frost Beasts.

There is also the climate, and all kinds of unheard-of things.

This world only has winter, no seasons.

Moreover, the winter temperatures here are far more terrifying than on Blue Star.

According to Xia Hong's unprofessional estimate, the nighttime temperature is at least seventy degrees below zero, making it impossible for normal humans to survive.

Even more outrageous, it's even colder during the day than at night.

Not to mention normal humans, even the ordinary people of this world would be frozen to death during the day without means of keeping warm.

Fortunately, the daytime is only four hours long, so humans are almost always active at night. That's why Xia Hong takes advantage of the night to practice martial arts outside.

Moreover, because it is colder during the day, Frost Beasts are also more active, more irritable, and stronger than at night.

Therefore, humans basically choose to move at night, whether hunting or searching for supplies.

Transmigrating to such a crisis-ridden winter world would have caused anyone else to collapse long ago.

But Xia Hong not only quickly accepted it, but even felt excited in his heart.

Because, before transmigrating, he was a patient with amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS).

Xia Hong was born into a family of martial arts. His parents died when he was young. He had practiced martial arts and kept fit since childhood, and his lifestyle was far more regular than ordinary people.

But God played the biggest joke on him, giving him this incurable disease.

In his final days, Xia Hong stopped practicing martial arts. While his hands could still move, he indulged in mobile games all day long until he was lying in a hospital bed.

After confirming that he would soon be unable to move, he chose a sunny day and chose to end his own life.

As a result, he came to this world and became the current Xia Hong.

Although this world is fraught with crises, he is, after all, living a second life, and he is already extremely grateful. What's more, God has given him such a strong and young body.

One meter ninety-one, weighing more than ninety kilograms, with a wasp waist and ape arms, and only just over sixteen years old.

According to the online saying in his previous life, his body is a perfect martial arts physique.

When he first transmigrated, although this body was young and strong, his strength was at most only about two thousand pounds.

But in his previous life, it was widely rumored that the strength of boxing king Tyson of Blue Star was only eight hundred kilograms, which translates to one thousand six hundred pounds.

Xia Hong initially didn't understand, and thought he was very strong.

It wasn't until he witnessed a grown woman in the camp effortlessly lifting a five- or six-hundred-kilogram tree that he realized:

Everyone in this world is the ultimate Tyson.

Thinking about it, humans are products of their environment.

In such a harsh and extremely cold climate, if humans do not evolve, they simply cannot survive.

Realizing his weakness, Xia Hong naturally did not dare to slack off.

The martial arts of his previous life are useful here.

In order to be practical, he chose a set of Taizu Long Fist. In just one month, with the help of Frost Beast flesh and blood, his strength has increased to four thousand pounds. According to his father Xia Ding, he will soon reach the five thousand pound threshold of the Lumberjack level.

"With Lumberjack-level strength, I can join the lumbering team and at least see the world outside the camp."

If it were in his previous life, five thousand pounds of brute force would be a proper Superman.

But in this world, it's just enough to cut down trees.

That's right, Lumberjack level is exactly what it sounds like.

At this level, you can go - cut down trees!

"Brother, Father is back!"

Suddenly, Xia Chuan pointed in the direction of the Redwood Ridge forest and shouted.

Xia Hong looked up and saw a team of twelve people quickly walking out of the depths of the forest. They were divided into six groups, two people in each group, carrying a towering tree more than twenty meters long, one in front and one behind.

When all six groups of people and six trees had completely emerged from the forest, Xia Hong and Xia Chuan smiled when they saw the burly figure appearing at the very back.

According to his father Xia Ding, every outing is a desperate gamble.

Not only did they return safely, but no one was missing, which is definitely something worth celebrating.

However, as the thirteen members of the lumbering team walked closer and closer, Xia Hong and Xia Chuan found that not only was there no joy on everyone's faces, but they were also filled with solemnity and unease.

The two hurried to meet them, and Xia Hong directly asked.

"Father, what's wrong?"

"How long until dawn?"

Xia Ding's voice carried a very obvious forced calmness, obviously his heart was terrified to the extreme.

But Xia Hong still quickly looked up at the sky, observed the position of the bright moon, and gave the answer.

"There should only be a quarter of an hour left."

"Quick, quickly enter the camp, and have them put out the bonfires. Do not light fires."

Xia Hong's pupils dilated upon hearing this, and his face was full of confusion.

"Father, putting out the bonfires during the day will freeze people to death in the camp."

It is colder during the day than at night. Even if they hide in the cave, without the warmth of the bonfire, people will definitely freeze to death.

Xia Ding is the leader of the camp. He knows these things better than anyone else. Why would he suddenly say such a thing?

"That monster of Redwood Ridge... has come out!"

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