My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

"Replace the fighting arena and remove materials?"

Li Hu, who had a rough face, was stunned for a moment, but then he suddenly realized why Su Mo asked this. ◆𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐞 Search for 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝟓𝟐𝟎𝐜𝐨𝐦Read◆

If the game explicitly limits players to fighting with bare hands, this is undoubtedly a violation of balance.

After all, a real life-and-death fight only lasts a few rounds, and there are too many things that can happen.

For example, when you encounter the Minotaur Corrado in the first game, survivors who have not experienced many battles may be seriously injured and exit the game in just one encounter.

It is simply impossible to persist until the end of thirty seconds in the narrow space of the fighting arena.

But on the contrary, if humans can obtain weapons in the arena.

Just like the kitchen knife that cuts off a cow's ear, the gap between the two sides will begin to shrink.

If you can keep some materials in each of five consecutive games

"I'll ask them right away!"

Without talking nonsense, Li Hu turned around and left in a hurry, going straight to the hospital.

About half an hour later, the exact information came through.

"The materials used by players will be retained, but there is an upper limit, and materials that have not been made will not be retained!"

“Some levels even require players to use the materials from the previous round to complete the next round!”

really!

Although the difficulty has increased, it also leaves the possibility of breaking the game.

As long as human players can use the materials provided by the game to make suitable weapons or armor, persisting for thirty seconds will no longer be a luxury.

After all, the purpose of the alien race is not to come in and lose both sides with the human players. They definitely want to win the knockout round on the third day and continue to participate in the next round.

"It seems that the difficulty lies in the first few rounds. As long as you don't encounter a mad dog alien race in the first round, the remaining four rounds should not be a problem."

After judging the difficulty of passing, Sumo made a decisive decision.

All residents who have cleared the knockout round on the second day and have not yet had time to participate in the knockout round on the third day.

Give it all up!

Otherwise, once you encounter a foreign race, let alone whether you will be seriously injured, life-threatening, or disabled.

The next recovery period, which can be as short as three months or as long as half a year, is enough to persuade him to quit.

The benefits and risks are simply not proportional.

And this is where the cruelty of the Ten Thousand Paths War lies. It is a path that must be taken!

"It's likely to be even more difficult in the future."

It’s a moonlit winter day, with cold rain falling.

There is a vast expanse of white clouds in the distance, while nearby there are wet grass and mud puddles made by raindrops.

A long-lasting and shrill gust of wind swept across Tieshi Mountain, occasionally driving the remaining snowflakes on the top of the mountain to mix with the rain and fall.

Walking in the rain without holding an umbrella, Sumo thought quietly.

Wait until the still somewhat confused head is completely clear after being stimulated by the coldness.

In a trance, the figure disappeared.

When he appeared again, he was suddenly in the Ten Thousand Path Arena surrounded by the pitch-black sky.

The third day of the knockout round, the first game, begins!

"Hurry, Su Shen's game is about to begin, and Su Shen has finally entered the field!"

"Young man, I was going to go out to work just now. I stopped working and went to watch the game."

"It's broken. Su Shen entered at the wrong time. I heard that the difficulty of the knockout rounds has increased now."

"How to increase it, Xisuo."

"Previously, the challenge could be played one round at a time, but now it has become five rounds at a time. What's even more perverted is that if one party chooses to surrender, there will be an unlimited time of thirty seconds without rules!"

"No rules?"

"During the no-rules restriction period, both parties can take revenge if they have any grievances, complain if they have grievances, or even pull each other out for elimination."

"Are you so stupid? Why are you breaking the rules?"

"Hey, why did the ticket become fifty disaster points? Does the game still offer prepaid tickets?"

The World Channel, which was quiet just now, became lively again only a few seconds after Somo entered.

The sporadic discussions disappeared and turned into a carnival scene comparable to 'the national football team enters the World Cup finals'.

Of course, most people are actually unaware of the changes in the content of the knockout rounds on the third day.

Part of the reason for this is that the number of players who are still eligible to participate is much smaller than imagined.

After four rounds of elimination, only tens of millions of people are still eligible.

And these tens of millions of people are concentrated in larger territories. Some small and medium-sized territories may only have a handful of contestants left, and naturally they cannot get the latest news.

On the other hand, because many people had already participated in the morning game, the rule change happened at noon.

Even the lord Sumo only learned about it an hour ago, let alone the other survivors in these new continents.

At this moment.

More and more people began to pour into the auditorium above the arena, and the upper limit of the number of people once again easily exceeded one billion.

And unlike last time when everyone was still trying to figure out the format and rules of the competition, this time everyone's purpose is much clearer.

First, since there are no speaking restrictions in the audience, you can freely exchange your experiences of survival in the wasteland with survivors from other places, or exchange valuable information with each other.

The second is to aim at Su Shen's production in the game and see if he can have the same luck as last time.

If you can get another plate of medicated beef ears for free, that will be a really big profit!

On the other side, the number of foreign players entering was also rising, and soon exceeded 50 million!

Although compared to human survivors, this number is pitifully small, with a gap of dozens of times.

But that's because the game panel is only open to some alien races, restricting all alien races from using game functions.

If we could let all the alien races in like humans, it would be easy to break through the billion number now.

The stands are in the front row on the left.

Chen Shen, who had been away from the territory for several months, appeared in the audience, looking eagerly at the arena below.

Next to him was Bao Lei with a lazy look on his face.

Compared to his fair complexion when he left the territory, Bao Lei now looks like a thirty-five-year-old middle-aged man, with no trace of immaturity or youthfulness on his body.

Chen Shen has also become seriously ill in the past few months, his hair is messy, and he looks like a down-and-out migrant worker.

The two of them entered together, and because they were in the same place, they happened to be in the same place.

"There are so many people, damn, it's so lively, isn't it?"

"Look, the lord is in the middle of the arena. This is too eye-catching."

Their eyes noticed Somo standing quietly waiting in the field, and the two of them couldn't help but look around curiously.

The Ten Thousand Path Arena was like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, and I don’t know how many layers they overlapped.

Billions of people enter the arena space together to watch a battle that only belongs to two people.

Compared to those variety shows on Earth, this scene probably deserves to be called a national craze.

But just when the two of them were surrounded by a large number of people, a harsh voice suddenly appeared in the alien area next door.

"Human Soma, this time, this time we must kill human Soma!"

A kobold who had just obtained the game board rushed into the arena excitedly.

Looking at this extremely spectacular event, I couldn't help but raise my hands and roar loudly.

For humans, the reward for successfully participating in the knockout round, whether it is an increase in route level or Ten Thousand Trail Points, can be of great help to the subsequent survival in the wasteland.

But for aliens, these rewards are not so attractive.

What worries them even more is that as long as they can win each round, the game will give them another reward.

Rights to use game features.

On the first day of the knockout round, winning a single knockout round can only bring back one spot.

But on the second day, the number of places suddenly increased to two in a single game, and the total number was up to six in three rounds!

Compared to a group of thousands of aliens, only a few dozen people have game panels. This number of rewards has made countless aliens so excited that they could not sleep at night.

The greater number of panels means that when the next round of Ten Thousand Paths Struggle begins, they can assign more people to enter.

As long as a positive cycle can be formed, it is only a matter of time before everyone in the group has a panel.

However, even so, what surprised all the aliens.

On the third day, the number of places was still rising, reaching five in a single game.

After the victory, the total number is fifteen!

With this number, even some large tribes with more than 100,000 people went crazy.

Naturally, as the number one enemy of the alien race, he is also the target of the kobolds' deadly enmity.

Human Soma has become a target that must be eradicated as soon as possible.

but

Just when Chen Shen and Bao Lei were about to stand up and yell back, the reactions of other aliens in the audience area where the kobolds were located were a bit off guard.

"Where did this stupid dog come from? I'm going to kill you*. Do you have any brains?"

"Get out of here without any thought, or you'll let the humans next door hear what you're laughing at, right?"

"If you don't like watching, get out. I want to eat more and watch more exciting fights."

"That's right. You only spend ten points to watch a game. Isn't it more meaningful to watch human Su Shen's game than to watch stupid dogs like you?"

"Gungungun, don't stay here with me, go to the newcomer area over there."

"You stupid dog of the Earth Dog Clan, you don't want to live anymore, right? Do you want me to lead people to flatten your territory tomorrow?"

Compared with the harmony of the human audience area, the alien audience area seems much more violent.

Although you can't do anything in the audience, you can't cause harm to other spectators in the arena.

But it doesn’t stop aliens from being able to be real offline?

If there is a conflict between human spectators, it will be forgotten by everyone after a while of verbal quarrels.

Monks can run away from each other but not the temple. One foreigner can represent the entire ethnic group.

"Ah you guys"

The humiliated Dog Clan was a little confused, but after seeing several obviously powerful aliens.

In the end, I didn't dare to continue nagging and shouting slogans, so I could only roll to the corner of the auditorium obediently.

"Hey, this alien race is more hierarchical than we thought?"

Chen Shen turned his head, with some surprise and surprise on his face.

There is actually an alien race that is willing to protect humans and is the alien race's number one enemy. This is the first time I have seen this scene.

Is this what is called hatred to the extreme, and love will emerge?

"Not only is the hierarchy strict, but everyone is quite tolerant."

Bao Lei also expressed his opinion.

When dealing with an enemy that cannot be killed or beaten, the alien race does not persist in persisting.

Instead, they quickly adjusted their strategy and no longer focused on human Soma as their short-term goal.

This is wisdom and forbearance.

It is foreseeable that they, like most human players, are dormant and waiting for opportunities.

"Let's watch the game, the first game has started."

As a burst of crackling rhythm music sounded, it meant that the first battle of ten thousand paths was about to begin.

After remembering the episode that just happened, the two of them looked at the center of the field at the same time.

At this time, where Somo was standing opposite, there were already shadows flashing, as if they were choosing opponents in a game.

When the frequency of flickering decreased slightly, an obviously huge outline began to appear.

It's a foreign race!

All human and alien players present were not disappointed.

On the third day of the knockout rounds, Sumo's first opponent was still a foreign race.

"Hey, this must be the Wind Lion Clan, it looks great now."

A foreigner in the audience recognized the silhouette below and immediately stood up in surprise.

The Wind Lion Clan is not an ordinary little alien tribe.

The special wind attribute gives them a speed far beyond that of ordinary creatures, and they can also release some unique wind attribute magic.

Although the number of the Wind Lion Clan is indeed small, each tribe only has a few thousand people at most.

But in terms of strength, the strength of each member is basically online, at least several times stronger than the previous Minotaur Corrado.

This is a fierce rival!

Although they still didn't think the Wind Lion Clan could defeat the human Soma, the aliens present were all excited.

The more intense the fighting competition, the more things can be forced out.

Whether it's an exciting battle or just the same free medicinal meal as last time.

For the audience on the stage, it is worth ten points to watch such a wonderful battle!

But while everyone was looking at the alien race, there was someone on the other side of the battlefield.

As the figure of the Wind Lion Tribe gradually solidified, Somo's originally solemn expression became increasingly weird.

Ah this.

Speaking of which, he really didn't have many acquaintances among the foreign races. It could even be said that he only had a handful of acquaintances.

But no one expected that they would meet him by such luck in this Ten Thousand Path Arena? ? !

What kind of luck is this?

"Connie?"

Seeing the lioness opposite looking at her with a ghostly look, the two of them finally confirmed their identities.

It was none other than the alien race that appeared and had disappeared for a year.

Connie was sent out to infiltrate the alien race!

After not seeing her for a year, her figure has become more and more slender, and the hair on her body has evolved from the original blue-gray to a more advanced black and white.

Even the pupils turned into one black and the other white, both elegant and mysterious.

If you look closely, you can see the weak airflow swirling on her hair, as if a cat is cleaning it with its tongue, and no dust will fall.

Let’s analyze it only from this method.

Connie, who has now joined the Oreo tribe, is undoubtedly more powerful than when she first traveled to the wasteland.

"Oh my gosh, what a blessing!"

Connie covered her forehead helplessly, never expecting that she would be eliminated in the third round.

However, in the eyes of the uninformed spectators in the stands, her appearance was simply too normal.

Except for ignorant barbarians like the tauren Corrado, despair should be the most common emotion when aliens who have experienced several god-slaying incidents encounter human Soma.

Connie is acting normal now.

After all, this is an "impossible to win" battle!