My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

Betting space.

Radiation Crack No. 97.

In a tribe of thousands of people called 'Red Stone', a dozen survivors with dazed expressions were brought into a simple shack by four thin men, and sat in a corner that was barely sheltered from the wind and rain. Come down.

"Look at these people, I'll go find the clan leader!"

After glaring at the shivering survivors sitting on the ground, one man among the four quickly left.

If this scene were placed in the outside world, it would definitely seem very strange.

After all, in terms of body size alone, the thinnest person among the dozen survivors was significantly stronger than these four.

However, the fact is that they have tried to resist more than once on the way here, but the opponent only needs to send out one person each time to easily subdue them.

"Brother Gong, there are only three people left now, should we..."

Seeing the three people staying behind, they walked to the shelter outside the shack with relaxed expressions.

The survivors suddenly became restless, and everyone turned their eyes to a man in the center who was full of heaven and had a majestic face.

"No, even if there are three people left, we are no match at all!"

Gong Manting shook his head slightly, his eyes flickering, "And even if we run out now, where can we go to settle down? This world is completely different from the wasteland we know, and we must integrate into it as soon as possible."

"I have a hunch that the longer we delay in integrating, the easier it will be to cause some unpredictable consequences!"

As one of the people who followed Somo from the beginning to the end of the last Ten Thousand Paths War.

After Gong Manting finished speaking, everyone present shrank their heads and immediately expressed their approval.

On this cold day, the temperature has dropped to about minus ten degrees.

Even if they can escape from the hands of these three people now, it will be difficult to find a place to stay before their physical strength is exhausted.

Rather than being forced to surrender because of exhaustion of physical strength, it is better to see what is going on here.

"Speak less and do more later. Don't answer any questions you don't know the answer out loud. I'll answer them."

After thinking for a moment, Gong Manting lowered his voice and arranged.

Since the last Ten Thousand Paths Competition was a selection system, all participating contestants went through strict three rounds of screening.

Therefore, in terms of personal quality, everyone is at a similar level, so it is naturally easy to cooperate.

But this time there was no screening, which resulted in the quality of the people coming in being obviously mixed.

The most obvious example.

When they were first caught by these four people, there were a few fools in the team who completely ignored the advice and ignored the other party's warnings because of their physical strength. As a result, they were beaten and forced to surrender after the fight.

"Brother Gong, don't worry, we all believe in you, whatever you arrange for us to do."

"Yes, we are all willing to follow you!"

"Maybe it's a good thing, right? We found a place to stay so quickly."

"..."

The survivors responded one after another, each of them verbally agreed, and their attitude was extremely well-behaved.

It's a pity that it fell into Gong Manting's eyes, but he shook his head again without noticing.

After all, they are a group of ordinary people who have just escaped from the difficulties of survival and have long lost the ability to think independently.

Expecting to unite these people to do something big should be a no-brainer.

Fortunately, given the current situation, there does not seem to be any deep hostility in this strange gathering place of survivors.

Not long after.

The thin man who was responsible for finding the person came back, glanced at the crowd, and raised his finger at Gong Manting.

"You, come out with me and go see the clan leader!"

"Me?"

Gong Manting stood up pretending to be surprised, smiled awkwardly, and walked out.

But when he left the shack, he immediately put away his awkward smile and replaced it with a calm and solemn look.

The other party obviously has no intention of actively talking to him. In this case, it is better to speak first.

Let’s not talk about whether communication can be established. It would be terrible if we asked something that we shouldn’t ask.

Therefore, within the limited time, Gong Manting focused all his attention on observing this gathering place.

In terms of architectural style.

At first, he thought that the shacks were specially used to detain outsiders, but in fact, most of the buildings in this gathering place were in the style of shacks.

The only difference is that some shacks are semi-enclosed and some are fully enclosed.

Through the open window, one could vaguely see the humans sitting inside, looking over with curious expressions.

"The ones that can be directly observed...should be between fifty and seventy."

Judging from the size of this gathering place based on the number of shacks, the population should not exceed 3,000 people.

Gong Manting was immediately relieved.

What he was worried about before was nothing more than two situations.

First, the population of this gathering place is very small, only a few dozen or more than a hundred people.

In this case, a dozen strange outsiders suddenly poured in. According to the vigilance of the wasteland survivors, let alone the wasteland for twelve years, or the wasteland of the outside world for three years, there is a high probability that the other party will not be able to survive. Will accept.

The second is that this gathering place has a large population and a large scale, so that they are completely indifferent to the joining of outsiders, but will instead doubt the purpose of outsiders.

If you want to impose a crime, there is no need to hesitate.

Gong Manting knew very well what would happen if he was suspected.

"Stop peeking. If you look again, I'll dig out your eyes."

At this moment, the man leading the way suddenly stopped, turned around and said coldly.

However, just when Gong Manting was frightened and was about to explain, the other party suddenly laughed.

"A group of lucky benefactors. Fortunately, you met us and not the surrounding cannibal tribes."

"Go in, the patriarch is inside, and he will help you answer any questions you have."

Um?

The change in the other party's attitude is quite confusing.

However, Gong Manting reacted immediately, and the haze in his heart relaxed a little.

Go into the shack that the man is pointing at.

Although this shack seems to be no different from other surrounding shacks from the outside, once inside, there is a warm feeling.

Standing in the room was a man about 1.9 meters tall, with a slightly muscular build and a neat samurai braid.

Hearing a noise from behind, the man turned around with a smile on his face and didn't seem to feel any pressure.

"Sit down, foreign benefactor!"

The blessed one...

The other party mentioned this term again, which made Gong Manting's heart tighten inexplicably.

In this world of faith, being linked to God is not necessarily a good thing.

"Excuse me...what does the benefactor mean?"

He asked impatiently after sitting down on the futon pointed by the other party.

"God's benefactor..." The man also sat down opposite Gong Manting and smiled, "Let me introduce myself first. I'm glad to see you. I am Nomura Shin, the leader of the Red Stone Tribe. "

Judging from the name, he should be from an island country, but he speaks Chinese very fluently.

"Gong Manting." After announcing his door, Gong Manting reached out and shook hands with the other party.

Although the time span reached nearly ten years, this moment still made him feel a little dazed.

"A few days ago, our Red Stone Tribe has received an order from God. God told us that many foreign survivors will join the tribe one after another to help us compete for the final ownership of the Radiation Crack."

"Radiation crack? What is this?"

"Hey, you don't even know this, right?" Nomura raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Well, it seems I really have to start from the beginning."

"Six years ago, due to the multiple and disorderly expansion of the Death Tide disaster, a large number of Death Tide monsters continued to invade, which has seriously squeezed the living space of our humans. In order to suppress this phenomenon, it is also to gain the final living space for humans. , several super tribes united and launched hundreds of nuclear weapons at the center of the death tide monster."

"However, what I didn't expect was that although these monsters were blown into powder by nuclear weapons, the surviving death wave monsters seemed to have been intensified by radiation, and their individual strength increased more than ten times in just one year. "

"Fortunately, there is no end to the problem. In the process of fighting against the death wave monsters, mankind has not gained nothing. Some people have discovered that although the strength of these monsters that have absorbed radiation has been improved, they cannot get close to the radiation zone bombarded by nuclear weapons."

"So, the current human tribes rely on the radiation zone for construction. Once they leave the radiation zone too far, they are very likely to be attacked by the death wave monsters."

"What, you mean...we are in a nuclear radiation zone now?" Gong Manting suddenly shivered, feeling that the warm feeling under his buttocks was a little abnormal.

Even though he has little knowledge, he has heard about the consequences of several large-scale nuclear leaks on the earth.

In this kind of environment, it is a miracle that humans can survive immediately, let alone how long they can persist.

"Stop, don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet."

Nomura really said helplessly: "Even if we humans on earth are blessed by God, it is impossible to survive in the nuclear radiation zone. Do you remember what I said at the beginning? Radiation cracks, this is very different from a simple radiation zone. !”

"The so-called radiation crack is a place within a large nuclear radiation zone where no nuclear radiation exists."

"The reason why this phenomenon occurs is precisely because the death wave monsters that survived the nuclear explosions absorbed all the nuclear radiation in these places and then left those areas. After that, we humans can slowly Test out low-risk paths to break in and build tribes through the cracks.”

"The current fissure where the Red Stone Tribe is located is Radiation Fissure No. 97, with a length of 400 kilometers and a width of nearly 300 kilometers. You should be lucky that you were not lost before entering the radiation area, and were found by the people I arranged to go out, otherwise ..."

"..." Gong Manting was silent.

Fortunately, he was not encouraged by that group of people to rush out and leave. Otherwise, he would accidentally enter the radiation zone and die without knowing how.

"So, it sounds like there are a lot of radiation cracks?"

"There are indeed quite a few. At present, there are about 160 radiation cracks known to mankind. They are ranked according to the degree of risk. The smaller the number, the higher the risk. The larger the number, the lower the risk. Of course, the danger is It goes hand-in-hand with opportunity, and the smaller the serial number, the greater the probability that something good will exist in the radiation crack.”

"God has called you here, hoping that you can help me and others!"

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Fire Fist Tribe.

After getting up from the bed, Somo eagerly came to the table and twisted the glowing parchment with his fingers.

The parchment was very light, like a leaf, almost weightless.

There are no written records on it, but densely packed small holes.

The light from the roof penetrated through the small hole, shining on the table, and printing different words.

"This way of recording..."

Suma concentrated on identifying for a while, gently put down the parchment, raised his hand and pinched his nose.

I couldn't understand it at all.

Even if he knew all these words, he didn't know what they meant when they were put together.

And without knowing the meaning, even if he read it fluently, it really didn't cause any strange phenomena.

"If it were in the outside world, humans should not have any talent in divine arts, but in this artificially created space, in order to maintain the operation of the rules, some people should temporarily gain divine arts talent."

"But obviously, I didn't get this talent!"

According to Thomas, any human who is favored by the gods can practice the divine arts given by the gods.

However, Su Mo himself knew that since he came to this space, he really hadn't seen the so-called gods, so he was definitely not in the category of being favored by the gods.

"God... What exactly does this god refer to?"

Su Mo was full of doubts.

From entering the Fire Fist Tribe till now, almost everyone has mentioned the ‘God’ more or less.

But the strange thing is that this ‘God’ doesn’t seem to have a specific name, just a nickname.

This is very contradictory.

Even if the god of the Fire Fist Tribe is directly and roughly named ‘Fire Fist God’, he won’t be surprised.

But this god has no name, which makes people feel a little confused.

“Forget it, let’s take a look at other things first.”

Moving the parchment away, Su Mo glanced at the other objects on the table that were sent over.

Except for a pipe that looks a bit old, the other three are thick atlases that feel heavy.

The first one is called “Radiation Crack Walking Rules”.

“Radiation Crack?”

Su Mo raised his eyebrows and raised his hand to take the walking rules.

Turning to the first page, it was a bit surprising that it actually recorded a complete map of the New World.

However, many areas on the map were covered with thick black ink.

In these black areas, bright red veins meander out like living things, some long, some short, some straight, some curved, interweaving into an intricate network.

The bright red veins are mostly in the north and west, with a number of nearly eighty.

Further down is the central part, with about thirty veins.

As for the east and south, the south is the plate with the fewest veins, with only five, and almost the entire plate is painted in thick black.

"Nuclear war, radiation is absorbed... The cracks are actually safe areas to avoid the dead tide?"

Flipping down, Su Mo quickly found the explanation of these veins.

It can only be said that the people who created this world may not understand the dead tide disaster, so they just set it up according to their own ideas under the name of the dead tide.

How could the real dead tide monsters be afraid of radiation? For them, this is probably the best nourishment!

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