My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

Acid rain, snowstorms, and plants growing out of control.

Currently, the first group of humans to transmigrate into the wasteland had survived three disasters in total.

Correspondingly, the number of allowed messages for all the original "pioneers" had increased three times as well.

Due to the storm last night and the incoming disaster, even though it was the time of the morning with the least people around, the message speed in the World Channel was not sluggish. Many people were talking about the situation with the rainstorm in various areas.

There were still three days before the disaster. Those who were supposed to build ships had basically reached the end of their testing phase. Those without ships had also reached the critical moment of that final struggle.

However, the more moments like this occurred, the more the World Channel's activity reflected the current nature of the upcoming 'chaos'.

Su Mo did not say anything. With twenty minutes still to nine o'clock, he calmed himself and carefully observed the current state of public opinion in the wasteland.

"Is there anyone near XX? Let's attack those brutes at the duckBB Shelter together. I saw them colluding with foreign races last night. They're about to become a family already!"

"F*ck, this shelter's not dead yet? Previously, my brother's shelter was tricked by these animals into opening their doors. In the end, they wound up with an infiltrator who collaborated with the foreign races behind the scenes. I don't believe that up until now, officials still haven't taken action against a shelter like that?"

"Officials? Have you had too much to drink? You think the officials are still in a mood to care about this? Everyone is waiting to board their ships and go out to sea. Where would they find the time! But let's not get distracted. Those who collude with foreign races should die first!"

"Ocean Salvage Shelter, 32.5-meter sand ship1, 18 robot warriors, 46 certified seamen, location XXX. Currently, there are still 12 spots. One ticket costs 3 tons of supplies. If you're smart, come on board. If you're poor, don't add me as a friend. I'm here to survive, not to do charity!"

"You're just a sand ship, but you're coming here and repeating the same thing day after day—what are you making such a fuss about? The Red Sea Shelter has a 49-meter ship of the line, and it's only got 122 spots left. You don't need to have supplies or be great at combat. As long as you're good at swimming and know how to maintain ships, we'll recruit you without any other condition. Food and accommodation will be provided. Core members will also get a family position. If you want the spot, just add me as your friend right away."

"Oh, by the way, we are not going to the new continent. We are going to fight the foreign races. If you want to board the ship and piggyback off of our hard work, stay behind. Don't make us deal with you later on!"

"Four hundred-year-old oak, only fifty more of them left in stock. After this, they'll be out of stock permanently. Those who still need wood, quickly go to the market and grab them!"

"The Shelter of the Holy Light is recruiting capable fighters. The requirements are that they bring two months' worth of rations and that they possess a strong physique. It's best if they have basic firearms training. Once they pass the review, they will be given firearms once they become part of the Shelter. When the time comes for ocean battles, the spoils of war will be divided at 82%!"

"Are there any raft brothers who want to be companions? My position is XX. If there are any, you can contact us directly. Let's go to the new continent together!"

"You up there, don't let me catch you, you idiot. Where's your raft? How many times have I seen you trying to fish for victims these few days? You're still at it? Do you really think we're blind?"

"At a time like this, do you still believe in cooperation and trusting others? If you dare to let others in today, they'll throw you to the wolves tomorrow. Be more careful. This isn't Earth or a peaceful era. This is a wasteland! A wasteland that will swallow people whole!"

"Huaxian Three Catties Shelter, XX location, 44.5-meter ship of the line. Currently, there are 85 places left. Any Huaxians who are still nearby, hurry over. We don't need you to pay for all kinds of supplies, nor do we need you to have any skills. As long as you are Huaxian, upright in character, willing to contribute, and willing to work, you can join us for free. If you're within 50 kilometers of our location, we can even escort you over for free!"

"D*mn, I'm so jealous of the Huaxians!"

"…"

Wave after wave of information flashed before Su Mo's eyes. The situation reflected therein made Su Mo frown.

If the situation in the wasteland could still maintain this delicate balance before the deadly thunderstorm—then after tonight, when everyone realized that the disaster was not a joke or a playground game, but an actual approaching event…

They would… become crazed!

After one night, all kinds of peculiar comments that he had not seen before popped up like mushrooms after the rain. It was extremely jarring.

Even though Su Mo came on the channel every two days to take a look, he had never seen such a crazy scenario!

Killing and plundering treasure (boats), colluding with foreign races, fishing for victims and enforcing the law, fighting against each other, taking advantage of the situation to commit crimes…

All sorts of dirty tactics that they would use in secret but not openly talk about were popping up everywhere.

Not only that, they did not care what anyone else thought!

This situation was much worse than when everyone had first transmigrated here.

Now, it was as if they had truly reached doomsday. Everyone had completely lost their scruples, and their primal natures were reasserting themselves.

"There's no order. The rules impressed on everyone's hearts have already begun to rapidly collapse in these two months.

"Everyone no longer believes in the country, or that other organizations can save them.

"No benefits, no abilities, no resources—in this wasteland, ordinary people are useless. They're entities that are worth less than even a piece of oak. Other than family, no one will care if you're alive or dead tomorrow!

"The battle for the survival of the fittest has finally begun!"

As line by line of words clearly delineated the true form of the wasteland at present, Su Mo felt a chill running through his entire body even though he was wearing a combat uniform and sitting in the warm third floor underground.

Lawlessness emerged far too quickly!

It had come at least four to five months earlier than expected!

Now that he had figured out the current situation, Su Mo realized that the real threat to humanity in this ocean disaster was not that they had to cross the ocean!

Instead…

It had brought forward the prologue to chaos at a terrifying speed!

Amid such chaos, the base instincts in everyone's hearts were unleashed with no restraints!

If one wanted to go to the new continent, there was no time to slowly accumulate resources or farm.

To survive, one had to covertly attack other people and obtain their supplies.

If not, they would be the ones dying!

Was this ruthless?

This was extremely ruthless!

It was so ruthless that on Earth, it would definitely cause countless people to stand up in fierce criticism!

This, however…

This was doomsday, the true wasteland!

The humility, courtesy, and mutual trust housed within the genes of civilized humans had rapidly been eliminated in two months under this wave of extreme pressure.

In its place was now survival of the fittest!

From now on, the mutual trust and banding together when people first came to the wasteland would vanish forever.

No one would foolishly believe any longer that the other party was a good person. No one would allow these strangers to watch their backs either!

Even at sea, if two rafts met, there would not be another outcome!

This collapse of order pertained to the entire human race and was inevitable. No one could stop it. Even the "Almighty Su" that everyone spoke of was…

Entirely powerless!

No country came forward to take the stage; no strong military force came out to give instructions.

Before going to the new continent, Su Mo could imagine just how chaotic it would be on the sea this time.

Fortunately, the proportion of Huaxians among all these crazed people was far smaller.

The unique spirit of unity that Huaxians possessed enabled everyone to quickly band together in the early stages of the discussion among the uncomprehending people of other countries.

Now, many Huaxian shelters had already perfectly displayed the advantage of having a united front.

Women and children could contribute to the development of the shelters by learning crafts, thus sharing the burden of the shelter's development. 

As for the men, they could also use the points accumulated by the women and children to obtain even more excellent equipment so they could increase their combat abilities and wholeheartedly focus their energy on fighting.

The division of labor was clear. Those who fought outside had attachments, while those who worked within had aspirations. Everyone was hopeful and looked forward to a beautiful tomorrow!

Of course, apart from these things, there was also the Almighty Su.

With the sense of honor brought about by Almighty Su's powerful abilities, so far, all the Huaxians were still full of confidence in regards to returning home.

This was an advantage unique to Huaxia, and also a marvel that other countries could never replicate.

"It seems I've been too optimistic about the situation in the wasteland because of Hope Village.

"This is still good, though. The more crazed they become, the faster they'll come to their senses. That's not a bad thing.

"All I can say is… it's far too sudden!"

Su Mo rubbed his stubble. He was not very moved by these humans who were crazed enough to collude with foreign races.

In the wasteland, if one chose to give up on themselves, no one would have even half a reason for saving them.

Not everyone was a god, neither were they all saints.

At the very least, Su Mo already intended to kill these individuals!

He decided not to continue browsing. When he realized that there were only three minutes left before nine, he used his mind to close the game panel and closed his eyes as well to refresh his spirit.

At the same time, he took out a speech he had prepared the night before and placed it in front of him.

As far as this speech was concerned, Su Mo did not want to spout too much nonsense, nor did he want to do anything rash to influence the future within the Divulgence of Heaven's Secret.

Nine o'clock game notifications were the most important ones after all!

[Su Mo: Hello, all survivors living in the wasteland. I am Su Mo, a survivor like you. Today, which is three days away from the disaster, I am very happy to be able to meet everyone again on the chat channel. Of course, my hope is that it would be even better if I did not need to meet you today, but I have no choice. I have received a very important message, one that concerns the survival of our human race. After much consideration, I have decided to share this message for free with everyone living in the wasteland. Right now, I will wait for five minutes before sharing this information. You can immediately inform your intimates and family, your friends, and the people around you. I will only say this once, so whether you can survive this disaster or not will depend on all of you!]

The limit of a single message was 300 words.

However, any speech that exceeded 100 words would be considered a long speech by the game.

Short messages did not have any spam or advertisement verification procedures, but long messages did. Furthermore, these were very strict!

If someone posted a long message and it was verified by the game as spam, it would automatically be blocked. Even if they posted it again, no one would see it.

This method was countless times more ruthless than muting.

It was this method that had resulted in almost no one daring to send such a long message in the chat.

Therefore, as soon as Su Mo's message appeared, before anyone could clearly identify who the sender was and what he said, it had already caused a first round of commotion.

At a time like this, why would some fool be posting a long advertisement? How silly!

With this thought in mind, everyone gloatingly glanced at the sender. However, the minute they did so…

Everything exploded!

The No. 1 name—the same gold color as the Emperor's—and two extremely familiar Chinese characters…

To the countless people in the wasteland who dreamed of being the Almighty Su, this scenario… 

Was altogether too explosive!

Just like when the previous chat interface froze, and everyone's comments did not scroll down, the chat interface this time behaved in the same manner without significant intervention from the game…

Everything blew up completely!

No new messages could appear in the chat interface. The last sentence in everyone's chat was Su Mo's message!

The language was very straightforward. To enable people from other countries to understand his message after it was machine translated, Su Mo did not use any obscure idioms from Huaxia. Instead, he tried his best to express his meaning.

However, it was precisely because of this that the entire wasteland was shaken!

In the regional chat, after Su Mo spoke, everyone started causing a commotion and looking at him like he was some sort of deity.

This time, the entire wasteland truly exploded into action!

It did not matter where one was, what they were doing, or even if they had the time! 

At this moment, everyone…

Entered the World Channel!

As for Su Mo, the instigator of it all, he had already quickly compiled a second speech.

In this message, using the 300-word limit, Su Mo described every minute of the rainstorm's fall volume in simple data language.

Even though ordinary people might not be able to understand the data, Su Mo believed that under this sort of volatile circumstances, some expert would soon come out to interpret it.

Then, all the ordinary people would clearly understand what kind of disaster they were about to face after three days. At the same time, they would also have some preliminary understanding of how to survive this disaster.

Five minutes later, seeing that there was still no reaction from the World Channel, Su Mo paused and tried to send his message again.

It sent very smoothly, without a hitch!

Wow!

While other people's messages could not be sent, they saw Su Mo's message appearing again.

This kind of privilege instantly drew envy from other people.

When they perused the information given in the message, they were completely dumbfounded!

What?

A rainstorm with a flow that exceeded 3000mm in 14 minutes?

Fifteen minutes later, they would still need to deal with a sudden, unreasonable rainfall that would last for 10 seconds?

Unable to speak, everyone could only express their shock through the Regional Channel and ask what the data represented in private messages.

However, there was one thing in common—no one chose to question the authenticity of the matter.

Yes, no one!

Even the large official shelters did not have the slightest bit of doubt!

The reason was simple.

At present, everyone knew that the ocean disaster was coming; they also knew that the sea level would rise. But until now, except for Su Mo and the management level of Hope village, no one knew how this seawater would show up.

Before Su Mo's announcement, almost every day and every moment, people were speculating about how the ocean would come!

From torrential rain like the days of Noah's ark to an overwhelming flood, and then to water rising on land…

Humans had a rich imagination, but no one had ever dared to think about the fact that…

In this disaster, there could be such a terrifying waterfall of torrential rain, or that there could be such a 'mindless' disaster that so completely disregarded human lives.

"Ship storage, hurry up. If you don't repair the ship's storage, you'll die!"

"F*ck, our ship is unprotected. We're doomed!"

"Ah, f*ck, this bloody wasteland. I really want to give you two punches!"

"Is this a disaster that carbon-based life can think up?"

"…"

After waiting for more than ten minutes and seeing the information that emerged on the World Channel the moment it finally resumed…

Su Mo nodded and did not use his last chance to speak.

The effect of his speech this time had already achieved his expectations perfectly.

In the next three days, be it humans or foreign races, they would still have time to prepare.

If they dealt with it appropriately, they would have a chance to 'survive'.

Furthermore, as the instigator, in the next three days, there was only one final thing left that was weighing on Su Mo.

"Pei Shao, let's go!"

"Head 12 o'clock in the direction of the basin. Before I give the order, don't return no matter what happens!"

A type of Chinese ship with sails, built during the Tang Dynasty. More details can be found here: https://www.lifeofguangzhou..com/wap/knowGZ/content.do?contextId=12285&frontParentCatalogId=175