My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

Boom!

Wow!

The Five Royal Clans, and some others with strength ratings of 5 or 6, could withstand the aura of tyranny emanating from the majestic lion man in front of them, although it did make them feel somewhat uneasy. 

However, for those whose strength ratings were below 3…

They felt like they had been struck by lightning!

This ferocious and wild gaze!

Even though they were only seeing it through a screen, everyone felt like they had been targeted by a strong entity.

It was as if that gaze could penetrate the screen, transcend the game, and meet their own gazes face-to-face.

Why was he so angry? What was the cause of the killing intent in his eyes?

As for his strength?

Not to mention the ordinary foreign races, even the Five Royal Clans did not put forth any provocative remarks at this moment.

Thunder Monkey King's reaction alone provided sufficient evidence of what was happening!

This lion warrior seemed to be engaged in a confrontation against the Thunder Monkey King through the screen.

Everyone could see that the Thunder Monkey King's performance was clearly inferior.

There was no lightning coursing through the lion warrior's body, unlike the Thunder Monkey King, and no divine power gushed out either.

Despite that…

No one doubted his strength.

No one questioned the spear in his hand!

"The lion clan is indeed a mighty Royal Clan that once dominated the wasteland continent 100,000 years ago. Your heritage and strength have won the approval of I, Riley Devait!"

"Your individual strength rating is surely 3 or above. You're very powerful!"

Thunder Monkey King's face no longer wore the shameless expression that he had while arguing with Connie. After the confrontation, in which the Thunder Monkey King had unleashed his abilities and gone all out, his temperament changed significantly in a heartbeat.

His gaze was filled with the brashness of an animal fighting for territory, while also revealing a hint of a burning desire to fight.

He recognized the strength of this lion warrior!

He even treated this lion warrior as a real challenger!

He… Had gotten serious!

However, before the Thunder Monkey King could continue talking, the comments screen exploded first!

"What? His individual strength can be rated at 3 or higher? What the f*ck?"

"The Golden Lion King's strength rating is 3.8. If this mysterious lion man's rating is above 3, doesn't that mean that they're the only two members in the lion clan?"

"Heavens, how long has it been? It's only been such a short time and yet he's already reached a strength rating of 3 or higher? This can't be!"

"According to our race's inherited memories, even the strongest Royal Clans' kings will need at least four months to raise their strength ratings to 3! This is seriously…"

"An individual strength rating 3… do you know what that means? It means that his destructive power is comparable to that of a hundred people. This is terrifying!"

"His eyes, his movements… I have a feeling that this mysterious race is going to become one of the Royal Clans again!"

"Hahaha! The humans have Old Devil Su but, unexpectedly, we foreign races now have this terrifying war god!"

"Heavens bless us, people of the foreign races! Our lion war god will only need a short while before he can definitely take Old Devil Su's head without breaking a sweat!"

"Golden Lion King, the true hope of the foreign races!"

"…"

It might seem that the foreign races were exaggerating but, if one thought about it clearly, they would find that it made perfect sense!

In a situation like this that was full of tension, his strength was recognized by the Five Royal Clans. This was like…

Unlocking your phone after a nap to see the recent situation of the Toothpick Wu1 fiasco, just to discover that the five biggest scoundrels in the world had announced that…

The sixth biggest scoundrel was established!

Not only that, but also that he was that individual! 

"This is my man, and he's also the reason why we of the lion clan and the Oreo Clan are so confident that we'll return to become one of the Royal Clans once again!"

Despite having been well-prepared before, those people among the foreign races could feel Su Mo's terrifying aura radiating from across the screen.

Not to mention Connie, who was less than 20 meters away from him!

The moment Su Mo appeared, she was nearly stunned senseless. Had it not been for the fact that everyone's eyes were on Su Mo, the others would have noticed her situation.

"Roar!"

Su Mo stood at a distance. After a loud and proud roar, Su Mo did not come forward, but raised the spear in his hand and headed toward the setting sun.

Everyone watched his back and watched as he disappeared into the shadows that the ship cast down.

In the Animal World, strength was power.

After watching Su Mo leave the scene and disappear in such a manner, not only did the blood within the ordinary foreign races ignite, but even a hint of solemnity silently appeared in Thunder Monkey King's gaze.

This....

This was the pride of the strong!

There were some limitations regarding the transportation of foreign races into the wasteland. When all the foreign races entered the wasteland, the strength rating of each individual could not exceed 0.3.

This restricted the foreign races who wanted to send in fighters with a strength rating of 20 or 50 so that they could get a head start.

If one was able to raise his strength rating from 0.3 to more than 3 in less than two months, this showed that…

This mysterious lion warrior was much stronger than Royal Clans, both in terms of his current strength and future potential!

His departure, his disdain and his condescension.

No one insulted him in their minds. On the contrary, everyone, including the lower and ordinary foreign clans, and also the Royal Clans, felt a wave of…

Amazement and shock arise in their hearts!

"Connie, we acknowledge your man's strength."

"One day, if the Oreo clan can hold out until that day, if this lion warrior continues to grow in strength…"

"Then when we meet at sea, in the presence of all the Five Royal Clans, there will be a fair fight between us."

"If he can obtain victory, we, the Five Royal Clans, would like to call you..."

"The Sixth Royal Clan!"

After saying that, the Thunder Monkey King shook his head and withdrew from the broadcast stream without any explanation.

At this moment, he did not need to explain whether the Royal Clans had betrayed the foreign races or not.

He also did not need to use Royal Clans' status to suppress the other side.

He knew that the Golden Lion King, the Oreo Clan, and Connie's plot had succeeded, and that they had gotten what they wanted.

They had publicized the Oreo Clan and they had proven their potential.

They had gained the favor and attention of most of the ordinary foreign races, and they had the appropriate level of strength to match their ambition!

In short, the Five Royal Clans had lost completely and had been played like fools by these two lions.

Riley, the Thunder Monkey King, was furious. 

Not only was he angry at the other four Royal Clans for being idiots, but he was also angry at himself for lacking foresight and being used as a tool by the Golden Lion King.

After quitting, he closed the live broadcast stream straight away.

With a gloomy face, he started walking around his clipper.

Along the way, he saw a thunder monkey crew member slacking off.

He picked the crew member up directly and released all his pent-up electricity, electrocuting the crew member into crisp charcoal before tossing the person off the ship, staining the previously pristine azure ocean.

The other thunder monkeys also felt Riley's anger at this time but, in the absence of the shelter core to view the game panel, these thunder monkeys did not know what had happened to make their king this angry. They could only timidly work harder. 

It was this look that made Riley even more angry.

He hated that he was not a cute lioness who had a delicate body, with the ability to curse the hell out of others and a voice that could charm everyone. 

He hated that he could not just speak up and tell people loudly, "This strong man is mine!"

Riley anxiously walked on the ship's deck. He looked at the brand new planks under his feet, smelling the familiar scent of wood.

He recalled his feelings from yesterday, when he was still feeling gleeful. He had even hugged a piece of wood to sleep, feeling at ease thanks to the scent of the wood.

Now, the smell was so unpleasant that it could almost make him throw up.

The Lion King, this battleship that was made of steel, was like a lingering nightmare that was running rampant in his mind.

He wanted the Lion King. If he possessed this battleship, his potential, the speed at which his abilities grew, and his strength…

Everything would be the same as that mysterious lion warrior!

Everyone among the foreign races would respect him, and it would make the other four disgusting Royal Clans shut their dog mouths!

Yes, he now felt a faint sense of contempt for the other four foolish idiots who were still hiding until now…

As he was thinking about that, a noise from the shelter core echoed in his ears.

It was the sound of a private message.

Could it be that those four cowards had finally reacted and tried to contact him?

Riley began to multitask, his heart full of mockery.

With a smile that was twisted by anger, he walked towards a human slave who had fallen and was crying out in pain while activating the core by hand.

Killing people and reading the messages sent by those cowards were two activities that were not in conflict with each other.

The next second, as this human with a frightened look held back his pain and tried to hurry up and get up to work, afraid that he would be electrocuted to death by this terrifying Thunder Monkey King, the Thunder Monkey King stopped in his tracks!

This human slave could clearly see an expression of joy that the Thunder Monkey King was trying to suppress but could not!

Even the anger that had twisted his face into a scary expression had disappeared altogether.

In its place was a gleeful expression that was close to maniacal, as Riley laughed and laughed!

"Good, this is really good! Those who are shameless will be punished by the heavens! I didn't expect this at all!"

"The Oreo Clan, the Golden Lion King, they're all nothing! I'm going to let you all die on your own ship today!"

"If you dare to provoke us, the Five Royal Clans, we'll celebrate the anniversary of your death on this day next year!"

"Kate!"

Fearing that Riley's anger would flare up once again, Kate, who was the supervisor that he had called, immediately greeted him in preparation to face his wrath.

However, the next thing Riley said confused him.

"This king is in a good mood today, so give all the people on board extra meals today!"

"Yes, these human slaves. Give them enough to eat, give them the flour that we stole, and let them eat as much as they want!"

"Today is the Thunder Monkey Clan's big day!"

It was as if Riley suffered from amnesia; like he had completely forgotten that he had just electrocuted a thunder monkey to death 30 seconds ago.

After he hurriedly walked away with his hands behind his back, a cheer belonging to the humans began to grow louder.

Then the calm returned once more.

…

"Leader, today was a success! I observed that the four remaining Royal Clans exited my broadcast almost at the same time not long after our fireworks were released!"

"The Third Unit must've run off to snitch on our location to the Royal Clans after they discovered it!"

"I've ended the stream with the excuse that I had to prepare dinner. This will lead them to believe that there are no ordinary lion clan members on our ship, and that our strength is just like a balloon that can easily be burst."

"After we finish dinner, I'll definitely give them some more material. They'll definitely take the bait!"

Looking at Connie, who was gulping down porridge and munching a bun at the same time while speaking excitedly, Su Mo did not say anything. He continued to stare at Connie meaningfully.

This stare immediately shattered Connie's "disguise"!

"Leader, you said you'd do everything for me!"

"I just said that you're my man so that they would believe me!"

"You… You're generous, so you'll definitely forgive me, won't you?"

As the saying went, a woman who knew how to act cute lived the happiest lives.

This pampered lioness could make goosebumps appear on one's skin just by speaking cutely.

Looking at the shyness on Connie's human face, Su Mo pressed his chopsticks together and gently nodded.

"Don't do that next time!"

Connie immediately nodded, "Of course, of course!"

This look made Su Mo shake his head, and Moore on the other side laughed as well.

In the previous broadcast, it looked like the lion warrior, who was actually Su Mo in disguise, was so dominant that everyone among the foreign races had bowed their heads.

However, only Su Mo knew that…

It was just an act, and he did not have any props to support his act either!

When one participated in the live broadcast stream while controlling their own core simultaneously, he could easily do whatever he did in the real world just now while managing the broadcast.

However, as he had connected to Connie's shelter core and entered the broadcast as a viewer, Su Mo would lose a great deal of control over the outside world when entering the broadcast stream.

He could only sense if there was any danger in the outside world. It was a luxury to even think about standing up, let alone releasing his aura.

So, after Connie suddenly called him, Su Mo could only try his best without any advance preparations. He turned off the live broadcast stream and emitted an aura of rage at the empty air.

For the object of his anger, Su Mo directly chose…

Ying Tianlong.

He mentally simulated a scene in which Ying Tianlong had betrayed the Tundra Shelter at a critical moment, which had placed his sister in danger.

He had achieved a level of self-hypnosis. Even Su Mo did not expect that such a good effect could be achieved after he had hypnotized himself.

All those people among the foreign races would definitely not believe the reason the mysterious lion warrior had disappeared…

It was not because he was condescending and did not want to entertain them, or because he wanted to engage in further training. He had gone below deck to start…

Preparing dinner!

Considering that there would be a big battle in the evening, Su Mo didn't choose to cook something simple. Instead he made a pot of beef brisket with potatoes in a pressure cooker.

After the main course started cooking, Su Mo made another pot of salted meat porridge on the side at the same time, and finally paired them with the shredded radish that the cooks had pickled.

The meal was so refreshing and warm. It was a luxury that ordinary refugees could not even begin to imagine!

"Say, is an individual strength rating of 3 so powerful among the foreign races?"

"I noticed that there are still people discussing it. Isn't the Five Royal Clans' strength rating around 10? Is there a need to make such a fuss about this?"

After finishing the last sip of soup and connecting to Connie's core to inspect the interface, Su Mo could not help but ask curiously.

"It's that awesome!"

"No, it's even more awesome than you think! Leader, let me give you this example. In the lion clan's first thirty entries into the wasteland, yes, including the one where we used more than a hundred slots. In all of these many entries…"

"Leader, guess how many lions had an individual strength rating of 3?"

As she was still eating, Connie's speech was a bit slurred. Noticing the rather complicated look in her eyes, Su Mo thought about it and hazarded a guess.

"Fifteen?"

The cumulative number of people in the lion clan who had entered the wasteland, even if he did not count the time where more than a hundred slots were used, should be around 20,000.

15 was already as low a guess as possible.

However, Connie slowly shook her head after eating the last bite of her bun.

"No, it's none of them!"

"Leader, you still underestimate how difficult it really is for the foreign races to improve their individual strength. I reached a rating of 3.8 by myself entirely by virtue of my status as the Saintess. The lion clan's strength rating back home has long exceeded 10,000, and they simply cannot enter the wasteland."

"Let's not just talk about the lion clan. If you look at the records of those 30 entries, the number of people among the foreign races, including the Royal Clans, who could reach the individual strength rating of 3…"

"Is definitely not more than 10,000!"

"Since the end of that war, individuals no longer had the opportunity to glimpse the ascension!"