My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

After writing on the 433rd day of the end calendar, Ma Gu's handwriting stopped abruptly. Google search reading

The shallow little diary seemed to be very important to him.

After dozens of pages were used to record the use, he used various kinds of paper to cover the back with tape.

It can be seen from the quality of the paper that Magu's living standard should be at its peak between the 200th and 340th day of the end calendar.

Starting from the 344 days after the disaster, the development curve of Magu's shelter began to gradually deteriorate, falling in a straight line.

Among the 19 clearly recorded disasters, Somo did not find "nervous acid rain" or "blizzard".

Some are just disasters that are simply quantified with numbers.

"72 hours of super snowfall"

"72 Hours of Great Flood"

"Temperature (30 degrees), 72 hours"

"Alien beasts riot, 72 hours"

"Temperature (minus 30 degrees), 72 hours"

"Meteorite impact, 30"

…

"Plant diseases, 48 ​​hours"

…

"Temperature (60 degrees), 24 hours"

I don’t know if it’s a problem with Magu’s records, or if the two games are not the same version.

There are no novice protection disasters in the record, and no clearly described disasters.

Only from the simple words can we see the vivid human lives behind them.

Magu speculated in his diary more than once about the reasons why humans came to accept the baptism of disaster.

But every time he guessed, he would overturn his previous guess.

From the initial alien war, to the pranks of high-dimensional civilization, from the brain in a vat to the fantasy of cultivating immortals, Ma Gu's only imagination has been used to the extreme.

However, the truth is cruel. In the end, he failed to survive and became the person who knew the secret.

"Magu's decline started when he planted improved crops in a large area without good means to prevent plant diseases. This was the biggest mistake he made, and it was also where his previous savings became a joke, and he had no choice but to sell them off. Use the previous heritage to replace survival materials.”

"From the remains of mass graves, I successfully used my own methods to get through to the end. After getting the blueprint for manufacturing a thermal weapon workbench, I kept a low profile and only started to be high-profile after making the workbench."

"I started my career by reselling small thermal weapons. I am considered a great figure. It's a pity that I couldn't keep the family business. Oh, what a pity."

Sumo looked at the many unwilling words in Magu's diary with a little regret.

As one of the last 1% of people who can survive, Ma Gu is also a person who has had adventures, but it can only be said that he may not have been lucky enough to survive to the end.

With an oil well and a high-end shelter with two floors, Magu, as a little person, is quite legendary!

But at the moment, Sumo is not sighing and feeling discouraged about the future.

It took Magu more than 400 days to build the shelter into what it is today, but Sumo only spent a week to almost start from the same starting point as him.

"And I still have a system! By the time it reaches four hundred days, the strength of my shelter may be at least a hundred times greater than his!"

"Maybe I can even upgrade to a psionic shelter in the end!"

After putting Magu's notebook away in the storage space, Sumo felt that the gloom in his heart was gone, and he was not afraid of the future.

Only the weak will be afraid when they see the road ahead, and they will stop and seek death.

And the strong will only move forward bravely!

After groping for the gate in front of the cave and pulling it twice to confirm that it was damaged, Soma woke up the system and checked the attributes.

[Level One Alloy Shelter Basement Door (Normal) (Fault)]

Description: The basement door is made of a mixture of various alloys. The hinge is currently difficult to pull due to lack of maintenance for a long time.

Upgrade direction: repair (20), demolition (450), upgrade material (1100), change electric (750)

"It seems that the hinge is stuck because of lack of maintenance, but it only costs 20 points, which I can definitely afford!"

With such a small cost, Sumo chose to repair it without hesitation.

31 survival points were deducted by 20 again, and green light scattered out.

Only two heavy clicks were heard.

This time Somo tried to pull the hinge plate next to the basement again, and sure enough, the first-floor door of the basement began to slowly rise.

With every mechanical rotation of the hinge plate, the basement door can rise about 10cm.

After turning and turning until it was almost two-thirds of the way up, Sumo used his hand to pull the hinge plate down until it got stuck in the middle of the buckle.

After waiting for two or three minutes to make sure that the alloy door would not suddenly fall down, Sumo returned to the car with confidence.

“Finally we’re going to drive this thing out.”

"I'm afraid no one in the world would have thought that in just one week, I, Somo, would have a weapon to travel around the world."

Sitting in the Bengteng car, I looked at the open basement door in front of me.

A feeling of eagerness to show off flooded into Somo's heart, and he couldn't help but feel unhappy about it.

I got a car in such a short time, but I had no one to talk to.

Wealth and honor do not return to their hometown, just like walking in fine clothes at night.

After opening the dead man's private message, Sumo sent dozens of "I have a car!!!" before turning off the panel and putting on his seat belt with satisfaction.

Press the ignition button again, and two puffs of black smoke roar out of the exhaust pipe.

Boom, boom, boom!

The sound of the engine cylinder working hard without sound insulation completely reached Somo's eardrums, causing a resonance.

The gear handle of the desert racing car is located in the middle and has only two gears.

forward, backward.

Press the brake, hold the chicken leg-shaped gear handle, push hard, and with a chirp, the gear is successfully shifted!

Gradually, Sumo regained strength with his left foot that was pressing the brake.

The disappearance of the brakes caused the car body to slowly tremble, until after the brakes were removed, it began to move forward.

At this time, Sumo could not bear the slow speed. He stepped directly on the accelerator with his right foot, and a low roar came from the engine.

next moment!

Bengbeng was like an arrow from the string, suddenly ejected from the spot and rushed forward violently.

In just a second, an earth-yellow shadow flashed across the basement.

The low roar of horsepower continues to echo between heaven and earth!

20

40

60

On the bad road in the wasteland, Sumo accelerated to a terrifying 60 yards in one breath.

Without the obstruction of the windshield, the rumbling wind blew against the raincoat's mask like a knife, making a whirring sound.

Oreo, who was standing on the high ground, saw a yellow shadow flash past. He couldn't hold back his excitement and let out a cry like a wolf howling.

Under the moonlight, Soma drove more and more energetically.

The violent pushing feeling brought by the powerful horsepower and the roar of the powerful wind can't help but make people's adrenaline soar.

However, reason still told Sumo

diesel fuel!

There's not much left of it!

Four or five minutes later, after wandering around for a long time, Sumo drove the bouncer back to the entrance of the basement.

Oreo anxiously walked back and forth at the basement door. When he saw Somo coming back, he was immediately overjoyed. He swooped up and bit the car's roll cage.

As if questioning, it was you, the bad guy, who took away my master!

Sumo laughed, got out of the car and touched Oreo's head. He didn't stop until the little guy lost his temper.

"Now there is no parking space in my shelter. When the disaster strikes, I will still have to park in the No. 2 shelter. However, the manufacturing station in the No. 2 shelter can be retrieved before the disaster!"

Step back to the shelter, put down the winch in the basement, and close the basement door.

Soma returned to the first level again.

Taking out the wooden box that had been made in the base, Sumo carefully picked up Magu's skull and put the large bones that could be collected on the ground into it.

"Brother Ma Gu, thank you for your car. There is not much I, Soma, can do, but collect your bones. If I can return to Earth alive, I will definitely bring your diary with me!"

After thanking the wooden box three times, Somo put it into the storage space and climbed up along the climbing rope.

He found the highest point of the hill, took out his shovel, and quickly dug a big hole. Somo put the bone box containing Magu into it and began to bury it.

Under the moonlight, as spoonfuls of soil gradually covered the corpse box, Somo sighed and whispered:

"Friend, you don't have to be lonely! It's at the highest point! Look up at the starry sky and look down at the earth!"

"Sooner or later, humans will take control of this wasteland!"

"Sooner or later, the fate of mankind will be back in our own hands!"

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