My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

In many circumstances.

Most ordinary people think that there is a thick barrier between themselves and geniuses.

This barrier is so great that it will be difficult to overcome in eternity.

And between geniuses and geniuses, they will feel that 99% of the sweat is the most important, and the competition between the two is diligence.

But in fact.

There is a despairing "gap" between genius and genius.

Seeing Su Mo smiling and taking Chen Shen down to inspect the work.

Lu Kuan, who was still in a daze, stood on the hillside, like a watcher in the field, unable to calm down for a long time.

Maybe when Sumo talked about uploading consciousness updates, he didn't consider the positive impact that technological innovation would have on the people placed in the brain boxes.

But for the target group of people like Lu Kuan, this light sentence was tantamount to "breaking his defense".

"It turns out that what Sumo said about taking us out of the box was not false."

"He actually knows how to do this!"

Looking at the back of the man who was already mingling happily with the villagers and showing no airs at all.

Lu Kuan took another deep look, as if he wanted to remember it deeply in his memory.

Then, sliding his mechanical wheels, he walked towards the underground shelter without any hesitation.

Faced with the uncomplicated but tedious work of low-end technology tree development, this time, he no longer had the slightest resistance in his heart.

Yes, it's just something that shouldn't have appeared on him

A sense of belonging!

No more dazzling light pollution.

At eight o'clock at night in the wasteland, the sky will immediately darken.

In addition, it is still raining unbearably in other areas.

I hope that on the first day of work at the Village University, the end of work time will be advanced a little earlier, and the troops will be called back at nine o'clock in the evening.

Even though this time has come, most people still look at the land under their feet reluctantly and want to continue fighting.

But with the prompts given by the game, they all quickly became happy. They walked back to the gathering place and stood together whispering.

The gambling buff lasts for sixty natural days.

Although you cannot stop it once it is started, the time you can start it is free and can be decided by everyone.

Early in the morning, when the weather started to clear up, the management passed a resolution and called everyone together to activate the buff.

And, in order to get the lucky bag normally.

According to today’s goal.

Most everyone has set a relatively conservative workload of 80%.

But when they stood here at nine o'clock and looked at the prompts given by the game, they were shocked.

"Hey, what's your mission completion rate? I'm actually 290% on horseback. I've lost a lot this time. If I had known better, I would have done more."

"What are you afraid of? Don't you think that the quality of the items in the lucky bag can be hinted at if you complete it too much? With my 310%, I can definitely give you something good."

"I envy you guys who drive machines. I only have 240%. It's a pity."

"It's okay, the buff time is still fifty-nine days, and more than fifty lucky bags will definitely eat you up!"

"Do you want to receive it now? I'll show here that the director has received the lucky bag, so we can receive it."

"Me too, don't be in a hurry. I'll get off work soon. I won't be in a hurry to start again when I get back!"

""

Chatting and comparing.

It has the behavioral inertia of a civilized era.

When everyone realizes that the work they do and the work they do are done for themselves.

Rather than contributing to the capitalists and allowing them to live a life of living in a big house and driving a luxury car.

Fishing and lying flat have truly become a thing of the past.

Instead, there is a 100% work attitude and enthusiasm!

Gathered here, even though everyone's face is covered in black soil, under the spotlight, you can see traces of sweat.

But compared with yesterday, both his standing posture and his spirit have improved by more than one level.

It can be called a "miracle"!

"It's amazing. I never thought that we could awaken the animal nature in everyone's heart in this way!"

"Judging from everyone's current energy, it is simply comparable to a warrior who has been trained for a period of time!"

Along the way, Su Deben exclaimed in disbelief as he stayed by Su Mo's side.

Unlike Lu Kuan, Su Deben discovered everyone's abnormality immediately.

Especially with the help of the robot's subtle observation ability, he can see the changes in the villagers in some details of their movements.

Beastiality, or to be more specific.

Aggressive!

Confucianism disrupts the law with literature, and chivalry violates the law with martial arts.

Aggression is a characteristic of human beings in modern society that has long been polished away.

In the civilized era, the disappearance of this characteristic will contribute to social stability and long-term peace and order.

But in the apocalypse of the wasteland, humans without this characteristic would find it difficult to fight against other alien creatures.

In the previous seven days of short training, the failure to develop everyone's aggressiveness was a major "regret" in Sudeben's coaching career.

But he didn't expect that the villagers would suddenly undergo such a huge change just once.

"Suma is indeed the chosen one. He definitely has secrets that none of us know about."

"Looking at all the heroes in the wasteland, even the most powerful ones, none have the potential to turn decay into magic like him."

"perhaps"

Thinking carefully in his heart, with a sense of relief and longing for the future, Su Deben secretly clenched his fists.

However, when he turned to look at Somo, he was shocked to find out.

This magical person in his mouth is not as profound and mysterious as imagined. Instead, he is like a child who gets a new toy, touching it here and stepping on it, making people laugh.

"The soil is pressed so realistically that I thought I would have to add cement concrete to stabilize the foundation, but I didn't expect that just one circle of pressure would have such an effect."

"When we get back some more rocks tomorrow, we can find a way to lay them flat. Just flatten them. It's really convenient!"

Suddenly, a large piece of soft land in front of the underground shelter turned into a flat land simulated by virtual reality.

Even in the dark night, Sumo's eyes still had a blazing light!

very good.

Progress is rapid.

There is indeed strength in numbers!

If you were alone, even if you had the corresponding engineering equipment, it would take at least a week to get started if you wanted to achieve such conditions.

In the New World, taking the path of multi-person development is really the right thing to do!

On the right path, progress and speed will only get faster and faster.

Walking on the wrong road will only lead you in the opposite direction.

After suddenly finding that his choice had been correctly verified again, Sumo nodded slightly, took a big step, and led Su Deben out of the darkness.

One person, one machine.

The first time he appeared in the villagers' sight, the sound of chatting disappeared without a trace.

In addition to the wind blowing on the ground and making a whistling sound, the world that was lively just now suddenly became deserted.

Under the gaze of everyone, Sumo slowly walked up to the temporary high platform along the central divided road and picked up the microphone.

Without speaking in a hurry, he looked from the left to the right, and from the front to the back.

Different from the shyness before, Sumo's eyes are sharp now, and everyone he looks at directly feels like a thorn in the back.

This is a lion.

A top lion king who can lead the pride of lions.

When such strange thoughts appear in most people's minds.

After a pause, Sumo's voice suddenly sounded:

"In your eyes, I see dissatisfaction with the current life and the ambition to break the old rules."

"In addition, in some people's eyes, I also see the desire for strength."

Wow!

Two light words came from the speaker, instantly silencing the already silent team again.

When it is not clear whether Soma is praising or scolding, we can look at it based on the literal meaning and the thinking of a civilized era.

Most people were so nervous that they held their breath.

They thought of the TV series where the emperor said these words to his ministers and what happened to them.

They even thought about what kind of miserable situation they would be in once they were expelled from their territory.

Fortunately, this atmosphere did not last long.

Seeing the blushing and thick necks of most people who were holding their breath, Sumo's cold expression suddenly changed.

"Don't be nervous. In the apocalyptic wasteland, the old rules should change."

"As people who are destined to follow me in the history books in the future, you should have some confidence in yourself."

With a flash of divine light, a lucky bag exuding seven colors appeared in Somo's hand.

In the dark night, not even a spotlight with extremely high lumens can cover half of this colorful display.

This is a high-level bag that can only be obtained when the average completion level reaches 300%. It is also the best testimony of the villagers' efforts.

"Today's harvest belongs to each of us"

Just one sentence, paired with Soma's bared smile.

In an instant, the ice melted!

The silence that had not occupied this land for long was suddenly broken by cheers again.

In addition to a group of management personnel who understood the message conveyed in Soma's words, they stood below with complicated eyes and mixed feelings in their hearts.

All the other villagers lined up moved neatly.

Blue, green, colorful.

More than a thousand colorful blessing bags began to appear in everyone's hands as Somo initiated the distribution.

This time, the light of the spotlight was completely overshadowed by the light of the lucky bag.

When everyone held the blessing bags high above their heads, from a distance, it looked like a new sun rising from the earth, which was extremely shocking.

“I declare that from today on, everyone’s lucky bag rewards do not need to be turned over.”

"This is the fruit of your labor and your reward for living every day in the last days."

"Everyone's property will be protected by me, and no one under my command will use any means to coerce or trade other people's goods."

As expected.

Hearing Su Mo really say such words, the management felt relieved this time.

Look at the villagers below who are cheering and cheering as if they are celebrating the New Year.

In the end, they shook their heads and failed to say a word.

When privatization begins to appear in a collective, it means that the initial social structure is about to be formed.

Although there are only a thousand people in the territory now, there are rules first.

Soon, when the number of people increases, a small social group will be completely formed.

And if such rules can continue to form over time, when the number of people reaches a peak.

At that time, the territory could no longer be called territory. There was a better term to describe it.

land!

The villagers are not ordinary survivors, but people!

And this depression is no longer the territory of Sumo alone. With the help of countless people, it will become the first in the wasteland continent.

nation!

Shocked and emotional in every possible way.

What Sumo said later made all the management members dizzy and found it difficult to listen to anything.

It wasn't until Somo shouted to dismiss the meeting and all the villagers walked in small groups towards the farm tool center that they suddenly realized what was going on.

"What, are you surprised?"

Seeing Somo walking down confidently, Chen Shen, who had known Somo's ultimate goal before, trembled his lips, as if he wanted to say no, but finally nodded.

"The time should not be now"

"It's too early. We haven't gathered enough foundation yet. We don't have enough yet."

Sumo interrupted: "Then when is the right time?"

It's like guessing a charade.

This time Su Mo's question stumped Chen Shen.

Yes, when is the time.

Ten thousand people?

One hundred thousand people?

Or a million people?

One year? Five years? Or ten years?

In this wasteland, no one knows how long they can live, so what's the point of talking about the future?

"I understand, but this"

Sumo: "What I want to see is not lifelessness, but circulation. Chen Shen, I don't believe you don't know the meaning of circulation."

"Any commodity in our hands is of no use. Big pot rice is not suitable for the end of the world."

“I don’t want to see everyone doing good or bad doing the same thing, and I don’t want to see everyone even if they live in our territory for a long time and have no food, they are still waiting for us to distribute it.”

“In the future, when our bodies grow bigger, we can’t continue to be like parents, worrying about this and that. If they want to eat, let them buy it from the shelter. If they want to use it, just spend money to find it. "Made by people"

"What I want to see is a diversified development territory, rather than money, materials, and weapons all concentrated in the hands of people like us, leaving these things lying in the warehouse every day, keeping company with dust!"

Seeing that the others had the same doubts in their eyes, Sumo simply spoke out.

Reform is a matter of time.

The earlier it is revealed, the greater the damage will be to lords like Sumo, and the greater the benefits will be to the people below.

But the later you tell it, the more wealth it will accumulate for the upper class.

But as the size increases, the difficulty of reform will increase exponentially, and more problems will arise.

At that time, if there was a mistake, it would probably have unimaginable consequences.

Between the two, Sumo chose the former.

He is not the kind of fool who wants to collect all the good things and read them several times before going to bed every day before he can sleep peacefully.

As long as you don't have to worry about eating, don't worry about using it.

Once the economy circulates, Sumo believes that it will be the source of science and technology.

Wealth will return to his hands in the end!

At that time, his control over this territory will reach an unprecedented level.

Far more than ten times, a hundred times more than now!

"Okay, I know what you want to say. You will understand in a few days."

"Now go back and open the lucky bag. If something good comes out, you can become a rich man in the territory!"

He shook the colorful lucky bag in his hand.

Looking at the group of people below, the management wanted to say something but didn't know what to say.

Somo laughed loudly, turned around and walked towards the underground shelter.

From an angle that no one could see, Su Mo glanced at Su Deben and grinned.

In a sense, he still has selfish motives.

However, only Su Deben can understand this.

Scientific research is a bottomless pit, and no matter how much one person's wealth is invested alone, it will not be enough to fill it.

If the wealth of the territory is used and things continue like this, when the number of people increases, the people below will definitely complain.

Even if it is distributed to them for free, there will still be a feeling that Somo is misappropriating collective wealth to do things.

But now, as long as there is such a distribution.

When Lu Kuan and others produced high-tech equipment, all the villagers wanted to do was to pay.

And at that time, everyone would be willing to "take the bait" after playing the tricks of crowdfunding.

This is Soma's ultimate goal!