Chapter 181: Childhood Trauma, Plotting Against Rust Island_2

Chen Cheng brought the topic back to Rust Island, initially doubting she had read Chen Qing's message correctly.

This was Chen Qing, after all—could she actually be contacting her voluntarily?

In the past, even if they encountered each other on the street, they would pass by as if they hadn't seen each other.

Chen Cheng was different from Chen Qing; she was dedicated to carving out her own territory.

The fates of many people were in her hands, living or dying at her whim.

Chen Cheng enjoyed that feeling.

However, she wasn't very fortunate; survivors were leagues behind the natives in strength, and they had been thrown into a damned place like the Mist Sea.

The Mist Sea had too many people and too few resources; any place capable of growing grass was already claimed, with power firmly entrenched.

Even for Chen Cheng, dealing with this situation—like starting the game with only a small wooden plank—was troublesome.

Chen Qing might not have done any better in her place.