My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

"D*mn, this is outrageous! There are more than 80,000 people who have reached Rankl 4 Ocean Commander?"

"Even the foreign races who have the qualifications to enter number 180,000?"

Staring at the outrageous information displayed on the screen, Su Mo had thought, just over an hour ago, that his incredible rate of progress had put him in front of the majority of people and foreign races on the wasteland.

Su Mo was quiet but, at the same time, he felt a little fortunate.

Fortunate because he had caught up in time, and that he did not fall behind the others and miss out on this golden opportunity.

The silence was because…

From crossing over to the wasteland, during the past two months, although the surrounding areas of the basin area were also full of dangers, in general, life was still decent.

Although it could not be compared to the safety and comfort of Earth, compared to the survivors in other regions, the safety and comfort he possessed in the basin area seemed like heaven.

However, there were downsides to this 'heaven'!

"My mind has gotten too comfortable. There are billions of human beings participating in this game. Although I obtained some advantages in the early stages and am ahead in terms of technology and mechanical power, just in this matter alone, there are countless people who were smarter and performed better than me."

"They have survived amidst the dangers of the wasteland world for two months, and their thinking has evolved faster. I cannot ignore any human being living in the wasteland!"

Su Mo silently clenched his fists and stared as the number of qualified people increased by 200 as he was hesitating. With a thought, Su Mo directly confirmed his participation.

It would not matter if you made a mistake or went the wrong way.

The important thing was to be able to realize it quickly and make the necessary amendments before it was too late.

At present, the title promotion mission for the Rank 4 title was only in its first phase and, judging from what he saw, all the people who could promote their titles from Rank 4 to Rank 5 would receive this mission, and there was still time!

Plus, looking at the description of the group ruins on the game panel again and again, a smile appeared on the corners of Su Mo's mouth.

The current time was 2.55 pm. According to the notification prompt issued by the game, the time for everyone to enter was 6 o'clock in the evening.

After considering the current situation of wasteland, the game also gave a warm reminder.

Everyone, after choosing to accept the title promotion mission, would not need to go to a specific area to enter the group ruins.

As long as it was time, the game would automatically pull the prepared creatures to enter the ruins.

When returning, no matter how far the ship had traveled, they would still appear in the exact spot on the ship where they had left.

According to this rule, even if it took more than a day for Su Mo to enter and exit the ruins, Hope One would not have to halt its progress.

Under the control of the OS, the sailing distance of thousands of kilometers a day could still be maintained in Su Mo's absence!

"It feels like someone is giving me a pillow just when I am feeling sleepy. This time, when I enter the ruins, no matter if I succeed or not, at least the conditions for advancing to the Level 5 shelter can finally be achieved!"

"At that time, it's fine if other humans obtain the final title promotion and the winning qualifications, but if it is a foreign race..."

"I don't believe that the Rank 5 title can resist the bombardment of my missiles!" 

Cold light flashed through his eyes. Even if there were more than 80,000 humans, and hundreds of thousands of foreign races, Su Mo was not afraid at all, and his fighting spirit was kindled.

That year, Magoo successfully entered a group ruins with ten thousand people.

Although he failed to get the final winning reward, he also brought back a small thermal laser manufacturing machine tool, which was enough for his shelter to flourish.

This group ruins should be considered the first large-scale 'interaction' between the wasteland's human elites!

Those lucky people who were hidden among the humans, those cursed geniuses with both the means and the intelligence, as well as the large number of members from the official shelters, not to mention the people who had schemed against him…

These people might all be included within those 80,000 people.

If one could come out on top against these people, one could truly be regarded as the real 'No.1 human of the wasteland'!

After speaking to Connie and the four little ones, stating that he would have to go out for a while, and that the ship would be controlled by them, even Oreo turned serious and nodded her head over and over again.

When Su Mo was here, the combat strength of Hope One might be 100, or even 200!

However, if Su Mo left and no one could mobilize the OS and use its programmed functions, even if Moore had the authority to fire the main gun, the combat effectiveness of Hope One would still plummet by more than half.

Fortunately for them, after returning to the bridge, he enabled access to a few of the lower-level permissions for the OS, and manually wrote down a few emergency protocols, which he left there as a safety measure.

Su Mo finally felt relieved and began to prepare himself for the ruins.

In the ocean of the wasteland, there were few dangers that could threaten Hope One.

However, after entering the ruins, it would be dangerous to compete with nearly 100,000 elite humans and 180,000 foreign races of unknown origin.

Even if he possessed the system, which was his biggest source of confidence, this time, Su Mo did not let his guard down, and quickly prepared himself for battle.

The current storage space capacity was 6 cubic meters after the expansion ticket was drawn last time, which would allow him to bring along enough resources for a small war!

Assault weapons, rifles, machine guns, and pistols, all of these were placed inside and, for ammunition, Su Mo prepared 10,000 rounds of each. 

15 packs of explosives, weighing between one to five catties.

Four robots, two fully-charged combat agents and two bionic mechanics, along with four brand new batteries and a solar charger.

There were three full boxes of military hardtack, military cans, two large boxes, and ten boxes of Farmer's Spring Mineral Water. Even if he was trapped in the ruins for two or three months, he would not need to worry about food.

Su Mo did not have much space left, so he stuffed inside some survival tools and some small items that would be of great use in select situations that he had obtained from the treasure chests previously.

"Technological advancements for melee weapons have not been developed yet, but that shouldn't matter. There are so many people so, as long as I keep a low profile, these weapons should be more than enough!"

Looking at the filled storage space, had this been an RPG game, one would definitely be able to see something popping up above Su Mo's head…

Security +1…

As long as he did not become the number one public enemy of both humans and foreign races, these equipment were sufficient for him to act unrestrainedly in the group ruins.

After getting these ready, there was just over an hour left until the opening of the group ruins.

Su Mo did not drag things until the last minute to prepare. He directly picked up the merman costume on the ground and began to suit up quickly.

The title promotion mission for Ocean Commander would not be set on the mountains or on land. According to previous instances of the title promotion missions, it was very likely to be on the ocean, or directly underwater.

At this time, the swimming speed enhancement the merman costume provided, along with the bonus of ignoring the water pressure above a 100-meter depth could become a key factor in 'overtaking' his competition.

Plus, the disguise effect the merman costume had could also become his biggest trump card before he started using guns!

"Hey, I've never worn this headgear before. I don't know if these foreign races will be able to detect that I'm a fake!" 

After putting on the costume, and looking at the headgear in front of him, Su Mo smiled and put it on his head. 

As his field of vision narrowed and brightened, unlike the Simba lion costume, the merman's headgear did not restrain his head movements at all.

Just like a human skin mask, the headgear was quickly attached after touching his face.

He picked up the three-pointed two-edged sword next to him and stood in front of the mirror in the captain's quarters with great effort.

Su Mo could not help but laugh when he saw his reflection in the mirror.

His enhanced physical fitness and the polishing he had undergone through life and death experiences in the wasteland already made him look vastly different from his profile picture displayed on the game panel.

In the mirror, many of his facial details had been obscured by the headgeared, which was covered in fish scales in many key places.

His entire face looked a little less manly, but now gave off more of a mysterious vibe, which was a trademark feature of the merpeople.

With the handsome face that Su Mo possessed, even if a real mermaid came over, it would be hard-pressed to tell the difference.

Even Su Mo himself, who was seeing himself in the mirror like this for the first time, felt like he was looking at a stranger. This feeling would be even more apparent when it came to other unfamiliar humans.

Plus, looking at the three-pointed, two-edged sword in his hand, in Su Mo's mind, a familiar image popped up.

'Even if I cannot be like Yang Jian, but I can at least experience being the god of the seas, Poseidon, right?'

"Great work indeed."

If one ignored the facial details, he did look somewhat similar to the mythological god of the seas from Earth's civilized era.

Satisfied, Su Mo propped himself up on the floor and returned to his little bed again.

Putting the weapon next to him and holding it down with one hand, he watched the countdown that appeared from time to time in front of him; there were only thirty-five minutes remaining. Instead of closing his eyes and resting, Su Mo opened his friends list and sent a message to the Tundra Shelter.

This time, the person Su Mo contacted was no longer Shen Ke, but…

Lu Yongyi!

As early as a week ago, after the two sides discussed the meeting and details, the two had become friends.

However, Lu Yongyi was a smart person. So far, as long as Su Mo did not contact him directly, he would hold himself back as well. 

He would still let Shen Ke communicate with Su Mo when both sides required a discussion. 

Su Mo liked it this way. 

However, considering the question he was about to ask, which involved confidential matters, Su Mo chose to communicate with him directly.

[Su Mo: Apologies for disturbing Leader Lu, but I would like to ask, for this time's Rank 4 title promotion mission, is there anyone coming from Tundra One's side? By the way, how many people are participating on our side from the official shelters, has this information been made known?]

Su Mo did not reveal too much information with his words.

On the other hand, Lu Yongyi's response came quickly; after about four or five seconds, a text message was sent over.

[Lu Yongyi: Leader Su, don't make yourself sound like you're an outsider. Since the two of us have already agreed to meet at sea and have conducted so many transactions, you sound far too polite. If you need anything in the future, just ask me directly.]

[Lu Yongyi: We also have four people from Tundra One participating in this title promotion mission. Given that we can withdraw at any time and the danger level is relatively low, we decided to send them all in. As for the several official large shelters on our side, there are a lot of people participating, about 1000-3000 people, it is a big movement on the wasteland!]

[Su Mo: Oh? With so many people, have we received any news here, and how sure are you?]

[Lu Yongyi: Leader Su, you might not know something about this matter. This competition is not some trivial matter. You can obtain a lot of good things through it. Even if you only manage to get a few of these things, it will already have a great impact on our strength. It's truly beneficial!]

[Lu Yongyi: There should be some specific information up above, but I don't possess enough authority, and won't receive the full version. I will forward all the information they sent me to you. That way, if you want to enter, and meet up with our people, you can also take care of them.]

[Su Mo: It's easy just to talk about it, but I hope that there will be a lot of people here participating, and everyone can take care of each other at that time.]

Not counting the more than ten years of student life, just by hanging out as a white-collar worker in Mystic City, in three or five years, Su Mo had also mastered the ability to lie and talk nonsense with a straight face.

If one could quit at any time, as long as one was not overly greedy in the ruins, one would basically not encounter any problems inside.

As for the real dangers, if he could lend a hand and save them, Su Mo would not watch these people die; this was pretty much guaranteed. 

Hearing Su Mo's promise, Lu Yongyi quickly forwarded the message without further delay.

A large text message containing about 1,000 words, full of good stuff, was sent over.

Su Mo smiled, and was about to start reading through the message from beginning to end, when a new message appeared at the bottom of the chatbox.

The message was rather simple; it only included four names, and a very heavy request from Lu Yongyi!

"Yu Ruping, Zhuang Ying, these people's names are not bad, they all are quite easy to remember." 

To be able to obtain the Rank 4 title on Tundra One, these people were more or less the capable ones among the 800 people on Tundra One.

For Lu Yongyi and Tundra One shelter, the loss of one such person was unacceptable.

He shook his head after reading and memorizing the first two names by heart. Su Mo then turned his attention to the last two names.

"Yang Chan and Xing Yunwen… why is Tundra One sending all girls?"

"Wait, what the hell?"

"What the hell?? Yang Chan????"