My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

by Stayrr

As disaster was about to strike, a group of survivors transmigrated into a desolated world and were challenged to a game of survival. From terrifying acid rains, to endless natural disasters, the heavens burn while the earth scorches, radiation is rampant, and nobody is spared from the dangers of this hellscape. The only way one survives is by building a shelter and slowly upgradin

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Chapter 381: Lv5 Shelter, Upgraded

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

It was time to return.

The sun was high and the sea was calm.

There was a faint smell of the salty sea mixed with a fishy smell that lingered on the nose. A soft breeze blew by and refreshed everyone.

Su Mo stared at the familiar captain's quarters. He slowly twisted the earphones that were placed beside the pillow under him and put them next to his ear.

"Pay attention, Connie, there's still 3 minutes till the next wave of tsunami. Let all the foreign races know to be ready as it's going to get bumpy again, over!

"Connie, copy, Connie, copy! Over!

"Woof woof awoo woof!

"Hey, what's wrong with Sister Oreo? The tsunami is coming soon, why can't this door be opened? If the water seeps in and wets the operating system then it's not going to be good.

"Chief Mate's Manual Page 24 Row 3, Chief Mate's Manual Page 29 Row 6… Hey, what are you doing? I'm the first mate, you have to listen to me!

"Hey, how dare you bite me? When I get back, I must report to the master.

"Big and Small Spark, come quickly and help me hold her down, she's insane!"

It was a familiar sound; it was still Moore's silly and goofiness that made people want to laugh.

After listening for a few seconds, as Oreo's whining grew louder and louder, Su Mo lightly coughed and interrupted the noise coming from the earphones.

Hearing the cough, the Bluetooth earphones suddenly went quiet, before it was followed with cheers so loud it could scare people.

From the cheers, Su Mo could hear Moore's happy roar, the squeaks from Big and Small Spark transforming, Connie's ecstasy, and even the celebrations from the foreign races behind Connie. Su Mo could hear everything very clearly.

"I'm back!" he declared!

…

That noon, Su Mo made a lot of calls.

Chen Shen, Zhong Qingsu, and Qi Qin were still holding their positions with the villagers in Hope Village…

Lu Yongyi and Shen Ke were shaking on the sea to prevent the disaster from progressing…

The chief coach that traded his technique at the start had not been in contact with him for a really long time. Brother Feng Zi was on a skiff to resist the disasters, while Sun Xian who was floating up and down on the sea by his tires…

Everyone that received Su Mo's call was filled with joy.

Through these calls, Su Mo got information about what happened after he left. At the same time, he also got information about the general situation of the disaster from all the scattered places in Wasteland's marine.

In Wasteland, the current time was March 4th, twelve o'clock noon.

According to this time, there should be a whole 60 days more before the distant tsunami disaster.

However, now the tsunami was one step ahead and had hit the entire marine.

Additionally, there was one more piece of extremely terrible news.

The foreign marine races who were supposed to arrive 4 days later had arrived ahead of time!

In other words, humanity's war…

Had begun!

Su Mo did not have the option to slowly examine what the message could have represented, nor could he go to the World Channel to continue collecting information. He ensured that the current situation was not irreparable.

Playing with the pen in his hand, Su Mo dialed Lu Yongyi's voice chat again.

Unlike the last time when he asked about Tundra One, this time Su Mo asked about the current Wasteland's situation based on official statistics.

"At this moment, there are not many points of war on the entire marine, as most of the foreign marine races, foreign terrestrial races, and humans have gathered in one spot because if one party were to make a move, it would lead to all three parties getting involved. And in combat situations like this, our current attitude should be to observe because according to what has been reported from the combat side, we humans' victory rate is roughly 16%.

"I know that this victory rate is very low, but for us ordinary humans, if we were to go against any one party, the victory rate would not exceed 30%. It's all thanks to your title and the aid from this disaster that we are able to get to where we are today."

Su Mo frowned. "If that's the case, should we continue carrying out our attack plan?"

Lu Yongyi said, "This attack plan must be carried out regardless of how many casualties we have, whether we have reached our designated position, and no matter how low our victory rate is. The last day, in five days, will also be when the tsunami's power is at its highest. The combat must be carried out then. Otherwise, after the tsunami passes, and our basic disk has been shattered, we won't have the chance to turn the disk around and humanity will be wiped out in the Wasteland.

"And that's dependent on you right now!"

"Oh?" Su Mo curiously asked in a soft tone when he heard that it had something to do with him.

At the other end of the line, Lu Yongyi had no intention of hiding anything. He straightforwardly said, "The last time us humans were struggling during the second blizzard, on your side, when that… monster appeared, it immediately ended the blizzard.

"This shows that as long as we have the ability to create a higher-level disaster, this disaster brought on by the tsunami that affects all of the Wasteland's marine and the ordinary humans will stop immediately.

"Even if we set off a higher-level disaster, it would be a temporary solution. Right now the only choice left for us humans is…

This option!"

Lu Yongyi's voice grew lower as he spoke the last few sentences to prevent others from hearing what kind of mood he was in or the opinion he had when he made this decision.

As a powerful and important member of the organization, he had been fortunate enough to be able to attend the meeting to decide the direction the humans would take. He had gotten to see those in the higher echelons of the human race make the decision.

However, at that very moment, when Su Mo was being spoken to…

He did not mix in any of his emotions, nor did he carry any contraband. Just like an essay written by a primary school student, things were as dry as a bone.

He knew that Su Mo had once turned around a disaster that could have torn humanity in half.

He was gambling on that during this disaster. Even if the chances of this possibility were infinitely close to zero according to the higher echelons, Su Mo might actually have a solution for it.

The higher echelon's policymakers were not idiots, nor were they inexperienced.

However, at this moment, this was all they could do.

It was not about intelligence or tricks.

This was a real disaster, and they were just ordinary people too. They were just ordinary people that had survived 64 days in the Wastelands!

A while later.

Su Mo solemnly said, "I know. There are still five more days till the peak of the disaster. Before that, your side must be steady and have as minimal friction with the foreign races as possible."

Without the pressure of the future of humanity weighing on them, the topic at hand seemed lighter.

Lu Yongyi, who was opposite him, also seemed to be relieved. There was a bit of calmness even in the 'forcefulness' of his words

"Don't worry about that. Under our organization's control, we're using the channels that are connected in the regions. Nearly ten large ships and over forty small sand ships have gathered near Tundra One. Between the ships, we have followed the example from the Chibi War and used chains to securely tie all the ships together. As long as it's not the last tsunami, there's basically no danger of it overturning.

"Looking at the current trend, there are already more and more ships getting in contact with us. After a few more days, our troops will have grown more than tenfold. In the event that there really are foreign races coming, we will be qualified to go to war with them at sea.

"Under this awful weather, the foreign marine races are at a disadvantage. If we really go to war, with the weapons and ammunition you provided before, as well as our elite soldiers, we should have a good chance at winning!"

Hearing Lu Yongyi's slightly confident voice, the weight on Su Mo's heart lightened up. After thinking about it, Su Mo continued, "In that case, I still have some ammunition on my side. Wait for me and Shen Ke to meet. You can consider this as me… lending it to you for the time being."

"Oh? Then what about you?", Lu Yongyi was overjoyed when he heard that there would be ammunition support, but he quickly became worried.

"Me?

"Haha, don't worry, I don't need these things anymore!"

Just like a Riddler, after a hearty laugh, Su Mo hung up the phone.

Afterward, he sat in the captain's quarters and waited there until the tsunami was over. Su Mo quickly walked down the stairs to the warehouse where the ammunition was stored.

Relying on the convenience of market trading, as he faced Tundra One's side, Su Mo traded ten machine guns, twenty rifles, and fifty pistols.

In terms of bullets, there were twenty thousand rounds of machine-gun bullets, twenty thousand rounds of rifle bullets, and twenty thousand rounds of pistol bullets.

These weapons and ammunition had to be paid in halves due to the courier fee. After the transaction, all the stock Su Mo had brought onto the ship had basically been emptied.

As for Tundra One, going to a small war was not an issue, let alone going to war against tens of thousands of people.

Su Mo laughed when he saw Shen Ke send a concerned greeting again. Without explanation, he changed the page.

The friends page disappeared and was replaced by the…

Upgraded shelter module!

Staring at the prompt condition that had always been a streak of red before, the countless number of times the ruins had been entered finally turned into a gratifying green.

Su Mo did not wait any longer and clicked on the upgrade button without hesitation.

Whoa!

In an instant, the Disaster Points that were needed for the upgrade were deducted and the upgrade button that could have been clicked also turned back t its familiar gray. It indicated that the upgrade was in progress.

During the upgrades in the past, violent shaking would have been felt. It was different this time because they were not inside the shelter, so it was as if the upgrade did not happen.

However, the upgrade progress bar below was devotedly carrying out its mission, slowly inching higher and higher.

35%...

60%...

72%...

86%...

…

Unlike Level 4's upgrade which had only taken a few minutes, Level 5's upgrade progress bar was not full even after twenty minutes had passed.

For the shelter itself, if Levels 1-4 were novice stages, then all the humans at this stage belonged to the Novice Village stage.

Then, the promotion of Level 5 indicated that the shelter had ascended to a new level.

From here on, the shelter would enter the advanced stage!

Whether it was the modular blueprint materials that had been the reward for Level 5 function's Red Packet that fell from the sky or unlocking the rights to use many of the restricted level blueprints.

As long as it was able to develop for a period of time, the underground shelter would completely distance itself from the Wasteland's ordinary humans and enter a new era even if it did not rely on the system!

[Congratulations Player Su Mo, your shelter has successfully upgraded to Level 5]

Hearing the familiar beep that finally rang out, he did not rush to preview the conditions of the Level 6 shelter. Instead, Su Mo faced the Void and gently waved and a blueprint flew out.

It was a rare-level design for the small-medium thermal weapon laser manufacturing machine.

The blueprint could only be used and studied when 500 points were spent on it to upgrade to a Level 5 shelter. That would finally lift its mysterious veil.

However, at this moment, Su Mo was not in a rush to study it. He simply followed the warehouse's passage and returned all the way back to the captain's quarters.

He sat at the front of the table and watched the surging waves outside and the tsunami wave that would occasionally rise. As Su Mo's thoughts wandered, a prompt sounded again.

[Dear Ocean Commander Su Mo, congratulations. You have passed the Ocean Commander Promotion Tournament with a score of…]

[Ranking: 1; Levels passed: 9999; Points: 999.99999 million…]

[It has been detected that your application for this promotion tournament reward is under review…]

[Verification successful!]

[Congratulations to Player Su Mo, it has been verified that your reward contains several time-limited release rewards.. Please confirm whether your current environment meets the requirements for receiving it.]

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Chapter 382: The Joy of the Control Panel! All-Around Package Rewards!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

When he knew nothing about this mysterious wasteland world, Su Mo had to be careful in everything he did and he had to guard against a lot of things.

However, as the mystery receded, Su Mo's actions gradually became bolder.

Even the reward collection this time was a part of his brave test of the rules.

"I choose to accept this trial reward!"

[Congratulations, player Su Mo. You have confirmed the reward, your reward this time is:

[1. Title upgrade: Level 4 God of the Ocean Commander upgraded to Level 5 God of the Ocean Admiral

[2. Item reward: 4 Star resource card x1, Level 9 title experience card (God of the Ocean oracle) x 46H

[3. Blessing reward: After selecting a small or larger vessel within 30 minutes, you can get the blessing from the God of the Ocean, so that the vessel will obtain a random special ability

[4. Design blueprint upgrade: Within 5 minutes, select a blueprint with a level not higher than the rare level. This blueprint will retain the current usage restrictions and get an upgrade.

[5. Item upgrade: After selection, the item owned by the player will be upgraded at random. (The highest level of the selected item will not exceed the rare level)

[6. Resource reward: Iron (rare level) x500 units, bronze (rare level) x500 units, aluminum (rare level) x500 units, a small missile-borne engine (rare level) x5, stellite (rare level) x500 units, thermal-insulated graphite material (rare level) x200…]

This time, the group ruins reward included almost every aspect from 1 to 6.

According to normal circumstances, even if a Level 8 title was upgraded to the first place of a Level 9 title, he would not be able to obtain such a terrifying and exaggerated 'accurate' all-around reward.

Yet, after looking at all the options and making sure that these rewards were not different from what he had drafted, a smile appeared on the corner of Su Mo's mouth.

Rewind the time to an hour ago.

After Su Mo revealed his identity, the two high and mighty Gods who were talking nonsense finally 'sobered up'.

When they realized that this human whom they could create difficulties for was also a God and was also an ally, the mysterious person from the Divulgence of Heaven's Secret Talisman whispered a few words to the God of the Ocean of Fertile Soil, seemingly for his reputation, and immediately 'fled'. He did not respond no matter how Su Mo called out to him, it was as if he was dead.

However, the God of the Ocean of Fertile Soil who was hanging out in the void could not escape, so he could only fly down respectfully and called out good-naturedly.

"Oh, Majestic God of Food, welcome to the territory of the God of Ocean!"

The God of the Ocean of Fertile Soil was not a true God. Even though he was also a God of the Ocean, in reality, he was just a subordinate under the God of the Ocean.

In the face of ordinary people, he had absolute level suppression, but in the face of Gods like Su Mo, he was limited by the rules left by the God of the Ocean hence he could only be respectful and good-natured.

And then, when God of the Ocean of Fertile Soil shed his airs of arrogance, the communication between the two became smoother.

The mysterious person in the Divulgence of Heaven's Secret Talisman had already narrated clearly ??regarding the current situation outside of the wasteland.

Naturally, when Su Mo recounted it the second time, the God of the Ocean of Fertile Soil, who was only in charge of the assessment, was also clearly aware of the seriousness of the current situation with the endorsement of the Gods.

The real world God of the Ocean had fallen into a deep sleep and it was unknown where he was hiding.?However, he, the phantom of the God of Ocean who was in charge of the secret realm assessment, had no idea of the situation.

Plus, after inspecting his memories, the God of the Ocean of the Fertile Soil also realized something was wrong.

"I can't intervene with the ascension challenge set by the God of the Ocean nor can I check it. All those who enter will complete the task according to the last rules set by the God of Ocean and my role is to verify whether their behavior in the test is qualified. Of course, I am only authorized to reduce the reward of the completer by 60% at most.

"If you want to know the situation of the outside world, you can only do it in this space. When I give out rewards, I can use my authority to communicate with the challengers and understand the situation of the outside world.

"But now, I find that after each ascension challenge ends, my memory in this space will disappear inexplicably and I can't remember anything at all."

Su Mo, "Then you can determine how many days you have till your memory disappears? I mean based on the time in the wasteland."

The God of the Ocean of Fertile Soil hesitated on this question for a while and gave an approximate range.

The shortest would be 20 days and the longest would be a month!

In every period, a part of the memories in his brain would be removed by someone at a certain time. He would never realize this if no one told him about it.

Now, under the guidance of the mystery person and Su Mo, he realized this hard-to-accept truth.

And this was also the ultimate reason why the exposure probability would get higher and higher if they did not find the God of the Ocean of wasteland as soon as possible in the system prompt.

The next time the memories of the God of the Ocean of the Fertile Soil were removed, an unimaginable calamity would definitely happen if the person who did that was the game.

To resolve the stage, this task was naturally mentioned by God of the Ocean of Fertile Soil.

Find the God of the Ocean of the wasteland as soon as possible!

Only the God of the Ocean had the authority to stop the ascension challenge or directly format this part of his memory!

"Okay, this is also a matter of my life. I will definitely find the God of the Ocean of the wasteland as soon as possible and tell him about your current situation.

"But for now…"

As he rubbed his hands together and looked at the God of the Ocean of Fertile Soil's face that looked like an old butler, Su Mo's face had a look of embarrassment that was brought on by poverty.

When he was talking about the situation of the wasteland, Su Mo insinuated the predicaments of the Gods in the wasteland.

When he figured that his brother God of the Ocean had to go into hiding, the God of the Ocean of Fertile Soil understood the God of Food's predicament on resources.

They were all on the same boat so he had to settle this resource assistance properly.

Within his authorization in the dark and endless void, Su Mo saw an interface that only the God of the Ocean of Fertile Soil had the permission to.

It looked like a control panel that one could use in a game, this interface had all the complete records of the motion of the ruins this time.

Currently, this so-called ascension challenge only had 24 days (12 hours in wasteland time) remaining after Su Mo left before it stopped operation and became a saved file.

And the people inside will be kicked out.

Seeing that God of the Ocean of Fertile Soil signaled that he should be bolder, Su Mo stopped being humble anymore and tried to modify his score.

Then, after the score changed, the amount of rewards that could be obtained also increases accordingly.

At this time, Su Mo did not act recklessly but instead, he used the system to scan the panel at an angle that the God of Fertile Earth could not notice.

Immediately after, the system gave out a probability.

If Su Mo chose to upgrade his title to Level 9 God of the Ocean, the probability of being discovered by the game was 0, but other than that, the probability of being discovered would be 100% if he took something extra.

Similarly, if he only chose to upgrade his title to Level 5, then this title would not occupy a small probability quota.

Taking into account that he could easily get the best deal three more times in the Level 6, 7, and 8 title tests, Su Mo immediately decided that he respected this but he would not do anything!

Next, after careful selection and after matching hundreds of different ways, Su Mo managed to get just the maximum amount of the reward this time!

…

"I choose to take all of the rewards."

Su Mo reached out his hand to tap softly on the dialog box that popped up from the game interface.

Then, the game started distributing item by item starting from the first one.

[Congratulations, Ocean Commander Su Mo, your title is now upgraded to Level 5 Ocean Admiral. Do you want to look at the properties?]

"Yes!"

After he said that, Su Mo looked straight at the title panel that appeared slowly with curiosity.

[Ocean Admiral]

[Description: The title upgrade of an Ocean Commander.

The one who dares to put others before themselves will lead in the ocean. From this stage, your actions will not be restricted in any way. You will represent the majesty of the God of the Ocean in a sense. Ordinary marine creatures need to fear you because you shall have the right to execute them at will. The mighty sea creatures worship you because you shall be the representative of the force of the sea.

In the face of title wearers below the fifth level, you will have certain authority to restrict them, including but not limited to:

Bestowing and stripping rights (requires 2,000 subordinates to activate) of the ones with titles below Level 3 (including Level 3), low-level titles cannot use their title power while they are facing you… and 81 other permissions.

[Title function 1: As the ambassador of the God of the Ocean, you will never die from the seawater when you are in the ocean:

1. All physical fitness attributes 5, ocean swimming speed 8, physical strength recovery speed on the ocean 100%, and injury recovery speed on the ocean 50%.

2. Anti-dizziness attribute 30, anti-starvation attribute 10, anti-epidemic attribute 20, anti-aging attribute 5, anti-sun attribute 5, anti-rot attribute 5, cold resistance 10…

3. In the ocean, seawater will become your second partner. You will have unlimited underwater breathing rights (within a depth of 400 meters)

4. Above the ocean, you can perform a certain degree of seawater manipulation.

[Title function 2: All marine creatures cannot attack you by default…

[Title function 3: The creature that kills you will be permanently cast aside by the God of the Ocean…

[Title function 4: You are a noble existence in the ocean. Your every move will be watched attentively by the God of the Ocean…

"Hiss, I can unlock the most disgusting restriction when I'm Level 5. I can even bestow and strip away the rights of the ones on Level 3. Doesn't this mean that I am very powerful?"

When Su Mo saw the generous first reward, he was thrilled.

All of his attributes would increase by 5 and his ocean swimming speed would increase by 8. With the doubling of his physical strength recovery speed and the most important underwater breathing, these attributes could guarantee that as long as Su Mo did not court disaster himself in the ocean, more than 90% of the dangers would not exist.

The lifting of the restriction of not needing to do good deeds meant that even if he fired wantonly at sea and blew up marine life, he would not have to worry about the disappearance of the title.

God damn, the Level 5 Ocean Admiral finally had face!

Resisting the thought of going to the sea to test the title abilities, Su Mo's thoughts were wandering and the game panel quickly bounced back to the reward interface.

The second reward came from the blessing of the God of the Ocean!

If he needed to categorize the importance of all the things he obtained, then this reward could definitely be ranked first!

This was the reward that the God of Ocean left when he was setting up this ascension challenge and it was the only limited item in the hands of the God of the Ocean of Fertile Soil.

According to the initial progress, this reward would only be given when someone was upgraded to an oracle of the God of the Ocean.

Plus, since a powerful vessel was needed to show its true strength, the probability of the system giving this out would not be too high.

So, in consideration of Hope One, Su Mo did not hesitate and he quickly decided on this reward!

[Player Su Mo, please choose your blessing and attach a vessel. The current vessel that fits the requirement is Hope One.]

"I'll choose Hope One!"

When he saw Hope One's full appearance appearing on the reward page, Su Mo's thoughts flickered and he heavily tapped…

Confirm!

Chapter 383: Blessing of the God of the Ocean! The Flying Hope One!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In a zero-sum game, whether on the wasteland or on Earth, those who were cowardly always starved to death, while those with courage ended up so full they could die.

Had Su Mo just arrived on the wasteland, he would not have dared to make such a reckless choice in receiving a blessing from a real deity, even if he had been given access to the control panel interface.

For the survivors living in the wasteland, they had survived a total of 63 days.

However, for Su Mo, it had been 153 days since he left Earth!

In the group ruins, Su Mo and those madmen from the Academy of Sciences had been so busy every day that time had almost lost its meaning.

However, Su Mo had participated wholeheartedly in the final battle that had mobilized millions of creatures. He had served as commander throughout the entire battle and received the corresponding rewards.

The title promotion mission was set up by the God of the Ocean.

As long as one could survive this mission, they would basically achieve a certain level of growth.

There was no doubt that Su Mo had grown!

His ambition…

Like a plant seed sown in the winter, it only needed a suitable moment when spring arrived to emerge from the ground and transform into a giant tree.

"God of the Ocean, old man, you had better give me something good! It would be best if Hope One gained a sailing skill, or even a life-saving skill!"

The current combat strength of Hope One was already sufficient. In fact, in order to deal with the other creatures in these seas, it was already rather excessive. Any further enhancement in this aspect would not yield an immediate effect.

On the other hand, the ship's active skills only consisted of Charge, which was basically a useless skill at this point.

The need for better skills was quite apparent. Watching as the second reward was issued, Su Mo prayed silently in his heart and opened his eyes wide to gaze at the ocean outside the porthole.

Every half hour, as the sea alternated between tsunami waves and periods of respite, the weather in the sky would follow suit.

At this moment, the current tsunami phase had not yet ended, so the entire sky outside looked gloomy, exuding a scary tinge of yellow, which was the color of doomsday.

The seawater outside the porthole was still fluctuating, like the wavy shapes of dried instant noodles, carrying Hope One up and down.

As seconds passed, the rolling sea seemed to get even closer to Su Mo, but he did not know if it was just his eyes playing tricks on him.

By the tenth second, the surface of the sea had risen by three to five meters. Su Mo was now sure that it was not his illusion, but that…

Hope One was sinking!

"Crap, what is this thing? Did it attach a gravity ability to Hope One? Did the ship's weight increase?"

Due to Hope One's abnormal situation, the OS inside the bridge initiated a ship-wide alarm. The four little ones, who were hiding inside the bridge, scurried out in a hurry.

Compared to Su Mo, who was in the captain's quarters on the third floor, the four little ones were standing on the main deck. This was why they could feel Hope One's current state more acutely.

When Hope One was traveling on the surface of the sea, the draft of the ship above the surface of the sea was about 17 meters. Even after they reached the deep sea zone, the ship's draft remained at about 15 meters above the surface of the sea.

At this moment, listening to the warning notification issued by the OS, stating that Hope One's draft was only eight meters above the surface of the sea, Su Mo suddenly stood up, his fingers on the headset, prepared for an emergency.

By the thirtieth second, Hope One's bow was only five meters above the surface of the sea.

By the forty-fifth second, the distance between Hope One's bow and the surface of the sea had narrowed down to…

Two meters!

Even as he stood on the third floor, he could see a shocking image in his field of vision!

The sky was gloomy, and the sea continued to rumble. Su Mo felt like it was all happening right in front of his eyes. The waves that previously could not hit the deck and the captain's quarters at all would surge onto the ship at just the slightest push, hitting the glass of the porthole.

According to the current rate at which the ship was sinking, Hope One's main deck would be directly submerged underwater after a mere fifteen seconds, and only the superstructure would remain above sea level.

After another thirty seconds, even the captain's quarters would be submerged, and the whole ship would be completely submerged, becoming a "submarine".

On the deck, Moore was running around in panic, and Big Spark and Little Spark also flapped their wings and flew around everywhere. Only Oreo did not move, as she slowly nodded her head.

Su Mo repressed his uneasy emotions, and quickly pressed on the headset and yelled, "Stay steady! I'm controlling Hope One, don't panic!"

"Moore, quickly take Oreo and the two others back to the bridge and close the watertight door!"

If it was necessary for Hope One to sink into the sea and be baptized just so that he could obtain this skill, then so be it.

As long as the duration in which the ship was fully submerged did not exceed one minute, the damage to Hope One would completely be within a tolerable range.

While this was on his mind, Su Mo looked out toward the surface of the sea, which was one more meter below him now, and he dashed out of the captain's quarters and rushed down the stairs.

With his title of Rank 5 Ocean Admiral, the sea felt like home to Su Mo, despite the raging tsunami surrounding him.

The moment Hope One was about to sink into the depths of the sea, Su Mo decided to…

Live and die with Hope One!

"Come on! Let's take a bath together!"

With a shout, he picked up the flag that was hidden under the main deck and looked at the bow of the ship, which was almost level with the surface of the sea.

Su Mo held up the flag with one hand, his gaze was sharp, as if lightning was raging in his eyes.

At this moment, the flag with the word Su Mo on the front and Hope on the back also seemed to feel the call of Su Mo's heart and, in an instant, a golden light burst forth!

Thud!

Thud!

Every time the ship's bow hit the surface of the sea heavily, water would splash around.

This time, as Su Mo watched the bow of the ship sink into the sea, Su Mo simply closed his eyes and waited for the sea water to assault his body.

His eyes remained closed for three to five seconds.

By the time Su Mo reacted and opened his eyes, he realized that Hope One, whose main deck had already been submerged into the sea, was not flooded by seawater.

A shield that exuded a faint golden light slowly flowed out from the flag bearing the word Hope, which was wrapped around the entire ship!

The next second, there was a thud!

Before Su Mo could react, the entire ship sank and was plunged directly into the sea!

"F*ck, f*ck! Hope One is flooded!"

Waves rumbled on the surface. Although there were currents surging under the surface of the sea, the situation underwater was like a completely different world when compared to the surface.

A school of treasure fish swam past in a hurry. They passed by Hope One that had sunk underwater curiously and looked at Su Mo, who was standing at the bow of the ship, in confusion.

A group of pseudo-fish creatures that Su Mo could not name were together with the treasure fish. Across the gap, they exhibited goodwill to the Ocean Admiral.

A few curious jellyfish creatures were lying on the golden film of light formed by the ship's flag. They wriggled about comfortably.

Not only did they not show any fear of this "giant beast" that had appeared underwater, but they latched on to it affectionately and accompanied Hope One as it advanced slowly.

"???"

Su Mo looked at the flag that he was holding and then at the creatures following Hope One. He then looked up and at the surface of the sea. He then stood on the bow for a few seconds and looked down.

Su Mo's eyes told him that Hope One had transformed into an "open top" submarine which sailed underwater with great style. Even the fish seemed to be cheering for him.

However, his brain also told him, 'Damn, brother, run! The boat is underwater! Your ship's gonna be destroyed at any time!'

Su Mo froze as those contradicting thoughts coursed through his mind.

At this moment, Moore opened the watertight door of the bridge excitedly!

Buzz! Boom!

"Woah, woah! Master, I didn't know that Hope One could swim too! Damn, this bear was really scared!"

"If I had known that Hope One was so powerful, I wouldn't be worried about anything at all! I should have gone swimming in the sea yesterday!"

"Oh, these fish actually want to play around in Hope One? Come on in! I promise not to eat you!"

For Su Mo, who had received scientific education for nine years, the impact of this scene on his mind was unparalleled.

This was a scene that could only be seen in movies, games, or dreams.

For Moore, though… What was the wonderful Hope One not capable of?

[Congratulations to the player "Su Mo", your vehicle Hope One has successfully received the blessing of the God of the Ocean and gained a new active ability.]

[View the current attributes of Hope One?]

In the end, it was the game's notification beep that pulled Su Mo out of his dazed state.

Manipulating his slightly numbed consciousness, he focused his mind on the "Yes" option that popped up on the game panel.

The next second, Hope One's properties panel, which he had not seen in ages, popped out in full.

[Affix: Flying… Hope One (sub-legendary-quality)]

[Description: Rumor has it that every ship that has received the blessing of the gods possesses peculiar abilities, which might not become your ultimate trump card to dominate the ocean, but will no doubt make your ship a "legend".

This is a powerful ship that has received the God of the Ocean's blessing. It is a ship that sometimes "soars" at the bottom of the sea, dances with the fish and shrimp, and plays with sea creatures. It sometimes looks for "food" on the surface of the sea and destroys all its enemies that overestimate themselves.

If you see it sailing on the surface of the sea or underwater, it means that its captain is in a good mood. You can try to send a friendly invitation to the captain for lunch, but if you see it slowly rising from the depths of the sea, then hurry up and run, or you will bear all the "rage" of the flying Hope One!]

[Basic Attributes: 84.3m long, 12.9m wide, 21m high, 4.8m draft, 6900 tons full load displacement, diving depth (Normal: 45m; Limit: 60m)]

[Durability: 36000/36000]

[Speed: Cruising speed (surface: 33 knots; underwater: 40 knots), Maximum speed (surface: 45 knots; underwater: 55 knots)]

[Rare Facilities: Civilian type II ... matter conversion engine, R33-vertical shipborne missile launching module, Hope flag]

[Damage Output: 9.68 (Within forty kilometers, you will become the enemy's lingering nightmare)]

[Cruising Range: ]

[Special Abilities]

[Charge (Epic): Consume 1% of the ship's durability to designate a target direction in which a five-minute charge will be launched (Charge speed: 100 knots). When it collides with the first object, the accumulated energy will be released and the ship's speed will return to normal (can only be used once per natural day)]

[Porcupine (Epic): When an enemy attacks the ship's hull, the hull will produce an energy resonance at an unstable frequency. Physical attacks below the energy level of 50 will be ignored, and there is a high probability of reflecting the damage back onto the enemy (Passive skill. Cannot be upgraded)]

[Sea Breaker (Epic): The perfect streamlined body of the ship gives it the ability to break waves. When sailing on calm seas, the ship's speed is increased by a fixed 8%. This ability can be adjusted within a certain range based on how intense the ocean environment is. The maximum speed boost is capped at 80% (Passive skill. Cannot be upgraded)]

[Comfortable (Epic): The blessing from the God of the Ocean gives this ship an incredible affinity with the sea. When the storm levels outside are lower than 6, living creatures inside the ship will not feel the pitching and rolling of the ship. When the storm levels outside are greater than 6, but less than 12, the impact of the pitching and rolling of the ship is reduced by 80%. When the storm levels outside are greater than 12, the impact of the pitching and rolling of the ship is reduced by 50% (Passive skill. Cannot be upgraded)]

[Potential (Sub-legendary): The upgrade of the hull will result in an increase in Hope One's attributes (Passive skill. Cannot be upgraded)]

[Genesis (Sub-legendary): As the overlord of the ocean that is recognized by the God of the Ocean, "Hope One" will be nourished by seawater when sailing in and on the ocean. Each natural day, the ship will recover 20% of its durability, which can be accumulated. Maximum stored capacity: 100% (Passive skill. Cannot be upgraded)]

[Hope (Legendary): As a legendary-quality ship that is captained by an Ocean Admiral, "Hope One" has already obtained the ability to lead a fleet. After the fleet that centers on Hope One has been successfully built, and if that fleet meets the requirements, this ability can be triggered. All the ships within the fleet will enjoy a boost in attributes based on 60% of Hope One's attributes. (Trigger requirements: Unknown)]

[Fly (Legendary): This is a powerful ship blessed by the God of the Ocean. Within the scope of the God of the Ocean's authority, the whole ship can "fly" freely under the surface of the sea (Can be used for 180 minutes/day; Current remaining time: 169 minutes)]

[Legendary Upgrade: Legendary quest, start]!

"F*ck, I now own a… Hope One that can fly?????"

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Chapter 384: Legendary Upgrade Quest, Start!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In a sense, the scene in front of Su Mo now was the most "magical" scene he had ever encountered during his time on the Wasteland.

There was that time when the entire sky was occupied by the Heavenly Dog Pseudo God, to the extent that, as long as you looked up, you would be able to catch a glimpse of its terrifying visage. However, even that was nowhere near as frightening as what Su Mo was witnessing at this very moment—Hope One diving into the ocean!

Back on Earth, this matter would not have been as shocking—had it been a submarine.

As early as the 16th century, the shipbuilders of that era had conceived the concept, and then built the first submarines.

By the 17th century, during the Civil War, submarines were already being put to use in naval combat!

"Thanks to the blessing given by the God of the Ocean, all of Hope One's attributes were raised by one level. Now it has two legendary abilities!"

"This 'Fly' skill is amazing! If I want to escape, who else on this wasteland can stop me?"

Touching the golden film that wrapped around the entire ship, Su Mo felt like he had touched a formless void.

Although he knew that its defensive power could not be estimated, Su Mo was confident that...

Absolutely no one on this wasteland could break this!

In terms of power, at this time, this golden film represented invincibility!

This meant that Hope One would gain three hours of "invincibility" every day after diving into the ocean!

"As expected of the greatest reward that the God of the Ocean gave! Making this choice…"

"I've gained so much!"

After testing out this amazing diving experience once again, Su Mo waved his hand and issued a command, causing Hope One to slowly float upward.

The sea, at this time, had also entered a period of respite. This happened every thirty minutes.

There was no rush to collect the rest of the rewards just yet. After retrieving the eye-catching flag on the Hope One's bow, Su Mo gently tapped on the legendary mission listed at the bottom of Hope One's properties panel.

Previously, because of its limited potential, this quest had been locked.

However, with the emergence of two true legendary abilities, the first step toward the unlocking of Hope One's upgrade had been achieved!

[Legendary Upgrade: The mission has been unlocked. Do you want to view it?]

"Yes!"

[The quest is divided into three rounds. First round task is being randomly selected…]

[Selection successful.]

[First round task: Awe]

[Description: Obtain the awe and veneration of three billion creatures toward Hope One.]

[Mission Progress: 2366/3 billion]

"Oh?"

"As expected of a legendary upgrade mission! The first round task already requires at least three billion creatures to be in awe of Hope One."

"It looks like if I want to complete this one, I have to quickly increase Hope One's completion percentage in order to start the live broadcast stream!"

Looking at the assigned task, Su Mo nodded slightly and tapped "Accept" without hesitation.

This task would be really difficult to complete if there had not been a live broadcast function. Spreading the news of Hope One to three billion people would have been a huge project.

However, as long as the conditions for the live broadcast stream could be met, and if the broadcast was held at the right time, Su Mo was confident that he could exceed the target of three billion people and have perhaps even four billion people in awe of Hope One.

Regarding Hope One, there was still a 12% gap before it reached the 50% mark. Looking at the remaining reward items, Su Mo did not fret. After reassuring the four little ones, Su Mo took large strides down into the warehouse.

Except for the title and the God of the Ocean's blessing, which formed the majority of the rewards this time around, the rest of the items had been carefully selected by Su Mo.

For the third item, which was an upgrade of any design blueprint, Su Mo did not hesitate and directly chose to upgrade the thermal laser manufacturing machine tool blueprint!

The current machine tool could manufacture the R-1 rocket launcher that was needed for the Shipborne Vertical Missile Launcher System which, together with the ship's main gun, was perfectly adequate for now, upgrading it would allow it to manufacture the R-3 short-range ballistic missile. This was a temptation that no one could resist.

Su Mo naturally did not let go of this chance.

With a burst of light, the blueprint design of the machine tool placed on the workbench was baptized by the game.

There was no change in its appearance but, in the written description, the blueprint design was now one for a medium-sized thermal laser manufacturing machine tool!

"Tsk, tsk, the materials needed to build the upgraded machine tool are outrageous! The stuff I brought before going out to sea was far from enough. What a pity!"

"Ah well, I already expected this outcome when I gained access to the console interface!"

Su Mo took a glance. The medium-sized machine tool required several rare minerals, as well as a dozen basic materials, but the materials had to be excellent-quality or higher.

Not only was Su Mo not panicking at all, he even wanted to laugh out loud.

The next second, the resource rewards, which initially seemed to be the most insignificant portion, but were actually the most practical, started to fill the seemingly empty warehouse.

In the beginning, when choosing the rewards, Su Mo was not so stupid as to choose all the special items that had a quality rating.

Instead, he sensibly chose to include basic materials, which made up about 20% of the quota of materials that he needed.

Not only could these materials be used in the manufacturing of the medium-sized machine tool, but they were also the most important raw materials for the R-3 short-range ballistic missile that had yet to make its appearance.

From the warhead, to the body, to the missile engine… After utilizing these materials to their fullest extent, five rounds of the guided ballistic missiles could be manufactured.

The power of this naval weapon was far less impactful than the DF-17. However, on the wasteland, they could be considered a proper strategic weapon thanks to their range of more than a thousand kilometers. They could turn a battle around at a critical juncture.

Su Mo was always very shrewd when it came to decisions like this, which would net him a significant gain and allow him to potentially turn the tables on his enemies when the situation required it.

When all the resource rewards had been given out, Su Mo moved his hands over the design blueprint and spent 500 Disaster Points. After that, the blueprint of the medium-sized machine tool appeared within the game's creation page.

After putting in the materials needed for the blueprint in sequence, and paying 2000 Disaster Points, Su Mo nodded in satisfaction at the six-hour manufacturing countdown displayed by the game panel.

At this point, the bulk of the rewards had been distributed.

Among the remaining rewards, there was a four-star random resource card. When released, a new kind of four-star resource would be generated within the territory. This was a useful tool that would help the development of his territory in the future.

He also obtained a two-day Oracle of the God of the Ocean Experience card. Not only could it be used as his trump card, but he would also be able to obtain some news and information about the God of the Ocean through this card during critical moments.

The final reward was the upgrade of a random item. Su Mo's luck was probably all used up, as it was not his three-pointed two-edged sword that was upgraded, which was what he had hoped for, but rather the Eternal Flame Lamp that had been sitting unused in a corner of the warehouse.

The Eternal Flame Lamp was an item they had obtained from the Zeus Shelter's raid. According to the original plan, Su Mo had wanted to install it on Hope One and use it during night battles.

However, in the battle against 20,000 troops from the foreign races, there was no need for illumination due to the existence of the ship's main gun.

Not to mention that the presence of Hope One should remain concealed when sailing across the ocean.

Therefore, this thing had been set aside for many days.

Were it not for this upgrade, even Su Mo would have forgotten that he had acquired such an object.

The Eternal Flame Lamp appeared in Su Mo's hand after he searched around for it in the corner of the warehouse, which was where he remembered putting it.

The Eternal Flame Lamp's properties began to appear slowly as the game brought up its properties panel.

[Eternal Flame Lamp (Epic)]

[Description: This is a peculiar tool created by a dwarven master, and had originally been used to provide lighting to a dark cave but, for some reason, this item fell into the wasteland and gained an epic ability. No epic story has been engraved within it, so the epic ability cannot fully display its true value. The user needs to bind it and engrave it with an epic story, after which it can truly become an epic-quality item.]

[Special Ability]

[Energy Storage (After it is bound, when the Eternal Flame Lamp is not turned on, it will automatically absorb light energy and store energy to power the device within it. The amount of energy stored is determined by the intensity of the light energy).]

[Light (When the energy level of the Eternal Flame Lamp is at 100%, it can be turned on for approximately three hours. Intensity: one million lumens)]

[Adjustment (Eternal Flame Lamp will automatically make certain adjustments according to the situation. It will also, to a certain extent, change according to the needs of the person it is bound to in order to find the best illumination intensity and direction)]

[Invigorate (Friendly creatures illuminated by its light will gain a temporary boost in fighting spirit. It can be used in many situations. Please try it out to find out more)

[Fear (Enemy creatures illuminated by its light will unconsciously feel fear, which may produce a number of negative effects such as fear of battle, aversion to battle, and fearful escape. Note: the maximum time limit for this effect is five minutes. If it is used beyond this duration, there is a high probability that the reverse effect will occur, and the enemy creatures will enter a do-or-die state)]

[? (Locked)]

[First restriction: The Eternal Flame Lamp must be bound to the user before it can be used.]

[Second restriction: If you need to move the Eternal Flame Lamp after binding, you need to spend 3000 Disaster Points.]

[Resale Value: High]

[Resale Points: 1500 Disaster Points]

"Huh, the effect is surprisingly good. The previous intensity of three hundred thousand lumens was indeed rubbish, but now that the intensity has increased to a million lumens, this lamp can probably be used as a weapon."

"Plus this lamp can also affect the condition of other creatures. Good, good!"

Despite the fact that he noticed that this lamp had to be bound to him before he could use it, Su Mo did pay it any mind. He directly returned to the main deck with the materials and various tools in hand.

As for the location where the Eternal Flame Lamp would be installed, Su Mo directly selected the center of Hope One, directly above the Defense Master.

Not only would the lamp provide sufficient lighting if it was placed here, but its illumination range would be extended out to the perimeter of Hope One as much as possible.

After a while, the iron frame was installed. Su Mo picked the Eternal Flame Lamp up and chose to bind it to him directly.

Like it was some kind of unidentifiable creature, the Eternal Flame Lamp gradually fused with the iron plate. Su Mo curiously opened Hope One's properties panel.

After a glance, Su Mo could not help but be surprised.

"D*mn, this Eternal Flame Lamp is really good stuff! It actually added a full 8% to Hope One's completion progress."

"As long as we achieve the remaining 4%, Hope One's degree of completion will reach 50%!"

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Chapter 385: Dire Situation, A Glimmer of Hope at a Dead End

Doomsday Calendar Month 3, Day 5. Wasteland time 3.02 am. The third day since the tsunami struck.

On the first night after Su Mo returned to Hope One from the title promotion mission in the group ruins, he…

Suffered from insomnia again!

After Hope One was upgraded, its "comfortable" special ability ensured that 95% of the ship's pitching and rolling was negated, despite the ocean raging outside.

However, when Su Mo lay in bed, the thought of the tsunami disaster that was about to completely erupt soon occupied his mind. His sleepiness disappeared and all sorts of ideas filled his mind, one after the other.

The group ruins had closed four hours ago. His sister was also teleported back to Tundra One.

The good thing was that Tundra One had now assembled twenty large ships and also gathered close to one hundred and fifty smaller sand ships into its fleet.

Even without the firepower of the weapons provided to them by Su Mo, their current strength meant that Tundra One could still rank within the top 50 despite the current situation on the wasteland!

Smaller foreign clans had no way of acting against a fleet of ships owned by humans, and neither did they have the courage to provoke them.

Even foreign clans with many members would have to first consider the possible casualties before engaging in battle, weighing the possible gains against the potential aftermath of the battle.

Lu Yongyi was very smart. He made it so that "worthless", which was usually used as a derogatory term, was associated with the Tundra One and its accompanying fleet.

Therefore, even if the fleet had encountered and confronted several foreign clans on multiple occasions, they were resolved perfectly thanks to his ingenious planning, and no foreign clans wanted to risk fighting them over such meager potential gains.

However, this temporary peaceful situation would not last indefinitely, but was rather just the calm before the storm. It was not just Su Mo who knew that, but also Lu Yongyi and even everyone in the fleet.

According to the magnitude of the tsunami on the final day, and the current situation of the humans at sea, all other ships aside from the rafts would likely successfully weather through this disaster. However, the cost of doing so was that…

Their ships would suffer damage!

While sailing on this vast ocean, a damaged ship was equivalent to a death sentence!

There was no chance for them to repair their ships during this disaster!

After the human fleet was damaged, these marine foreign races lurking underwater would surge to the surface like sharks chasing the scent of blood.

Even if the humans were tenacious, it was impossible for them to safely arrive at the New World while being madly pursued and attacked.

According to the current sailing speed of Hope One after its upgrade, it would reach the Tundra Fleet right before dawn on the 9th.

This was around the start of the seventh day of the disaster.

As long as no accidents occurred midway, Hope One could protect this fleet that comprised thousands of people.

Compared to the vast ocean of the wasteland, Hope One was only a single ship. To depend on its power alone…

Was far from enough!

It was no exaggeration to say that even Hope One would take years to traverse the entire ocean.

At that time, those marine foreign races would no longer be afraid of Almighty Su and the powerful Hope One.

Even if Su Mo was optimistic in his calculations, the number of humans who would successfully arrive at the New World safely would definitely not exceed…

A hundred million!

While the thoughts in his mind became more and more chaotic, and the sounds of the tsunami pounding outside got louder and louder, Su Mo turned on his side in bed and then opened the game panel.

[Record: Congratulations to the player "Su Mo". We have detected that the degree of your ship's completion has exceeded 50%. The related ranking and calculation of points have been automatically unlocked.]

[Record: Congratulations, to the player "Su Mo". We have detected that your ship's disaster resistance properties are currently ranked first in the world. Do you want to publicize the ranking data and, at the same time, have your ship broadcasted on the live broadcast page?]

[Record: Please note that the live broadcast will not display the interior of the ship. The broadcast will only display your ship's exterior, so that other players can observe your surrounding situation!]

[Record: If you are on the rankings for more than 24 hours, or if the number of viewers reaches 100 million, so long as you survive the disaster, you will obtain a Random Survival Airdrop*1]

[Record: If you are on the rankings for more than 48 hours, or if the number of viewers reaches 500 million, so long as you survive the disaster, you will obtain a Wood-grade Survival Airdrop*1]

[Record: …]

[Record: Start broadcasting?]

This was the second time the notification prompt had popped up, informing him that he was currently ranked first in the world.

Hope One's 50% degree of completion rating was difficult to achieve but, in a sense, it was also a foregone conclusion.

Once the Eternal Flame Lamp was installed, the entire ship was just one final step away from reaching the 50% mark.

Eight hours earlier, after the medium-sized machine tool had been completed and placed in Su Mo's workroom on the second floor of the deck, the progress bar shot up by another 6%, reaching a total of 52%, fulfilling the requirements to begin the live broadcast!

Su Mo had chosen "No" then, and would still choose "No" now!

After all the prompts faded away, Su Mo tapped into the chat channels again, and he began to take a closer look at the current situation in other locations on the Wasteland ocean.

After the tsunami struck, everyone could no longer keep to their dawn to dusk sleep schedules.

They relied on the thirty-minute interval between each disaster wave. At one moment, everyone could be desperately weathering the tsunami waves with difficulty and, the very next second, they could be drowsily falling asleep on the deck.

They would sleep for half an hour, and then the tsunami waves would return, jolting them awake to continue their disaster resistance efforts.

Under such immense pressure, tens of thousands of people directly chose to commit suicide even before the first day had passed. They no longer could bear the pain brought about by simply living on this wasteland.

For those who survived the first day, thanks to the attributes of the God of the Ocean titles, everyone finally began to adapt to the situation and get their bearings.

This situation persisted until today, which was the beginning of the third day of the disaster. When Su Mo browsed through the World Channel, there were not many complaints. Instead, everyone was intensely discussing how they could survive this disaster.

"Guys, I just caught this kind of fish in the sea. It's very useful! Uh, I can't post a picture in chat, so I'll give everyone a brief description. You guys should hurry up and take advantage of the rest periods to look for it in the sea beneath your ships. See if you can find it."

"The head of this fish looks a bit like a catfish's. It's flat, long, and there's a lump of round meat hanging off its tail. Its scales are triangular. They don't bite, and they're really quite friendly to humans. They'll even try to burrow into your arms. As long as you find this fish, grab a bucket, put the fish inside, and fill the bucket with fresh water."

"Yes, that's right, fresh water! This fish can also survive in fresh water! The fresh water that it has been soaked in will have a certain healing effect. You can recover your stamina and heal injuries by drinking it. The longer the water is in contact with the fish, the better the healing effect. It is simply marvelous!"

"D*mn, bro, you're amazing! I'll look for it immediately after this tsunami wave cycle ends!"

"At XX position. Does anyone wanna group with us? We already have five large ships here, eighteen sand ships, and hundreds of rafts. Anyone who wants to sail together with us just shoot me a DM!"

"We're determined to stay and endure. Our location is XXX. Anyone nearby this location can come over to take refuge. We have enough room here to accommodate you. Let's just wait until the tsunami disaster is over before we continue sailing!"

"Brothers, beware the Four Seas Fleet! The world is already in a terrible state now, yet these animals are still deceiving other people! My friend just went over to them, and they devoured his group completely! My friend died, and his ship is lost. Why would people still want to kill each other even in this situation? I can't figure it out!"

"No way, this Four Seas Fleet just sent me an invitation message, but I was still hesitating! They're so f*cking disgusting!"

"I recommend that everyone prioritize our officially-formed fleets. Although these fleets may not take care of you fully, you can rest assured that you'll be much safer compared to joining these unofficial fleets!"

"Alas, we don't know where Almighty Su has gone to. I hope that he can end this tsunami disaster!"

"Speaking of the tsunami disaster… I don't know which b*stard triggered it. Don't ever let me catch you, or I will hang you up and give you a good beating!"

"…"

When the tsunami waves struck, there were not many comments occupying the screen.

Those who could spare the time to chat were either from the larger fleets, or were in shallow areas where the ocean's movements were rather minimal.

From the comments of these people, Su Mo would see calls for Almighty Su quite often.

The various religions on Earth developed the most rapidly during times of chaos and war. The biggest reason for this was…

Need!

They needed to believe in something. They needed "Almighty Su"!

They needed someone who could and would stand up for them; someone who could give them "hope" to survive!

"For all humankind, the current tsunami disaster has resulted in a hopeless situation. There is no time or opportunity for humans to think about how they can fight back!"

"And to solve this deadlock, the only way forward for humans is…"

"The war between the three races!"

Su Mo rapped on the railing beside his bed. Listening to the thumping sound, Su Mo's mind moved faster than before.

After evaluating this seemingly hopeless situation, Su Mo, as well as the leaders of the official shelters, realized that the only chance of survival lay within the origin of this entire situation.

According to the difficulty grades of disasters, the grade of this disaster was approximately Wood-grade, which was not terrible.

If there were to be an actual war between the three races, that war would probably be classified as a disaster above Wood-grade; potentially above Iron-grade as well. It would result in chaos for all creatures on the wasteland.

However, Su Mo recalled the time when he had forcefully ended the blizzard disaster. He knew that it would be difficult to fulfill this condition!

The basis of the War between the Three Races was battle.

The desire to go to war had to be kindled among more than 80% of the human race. They had to fully embrace the mentality of "kill or be killed". They had to actively engage in war against the foreign clans to fight for their lives!

On the side of the foreign clans, they had to have a "reason", or a "point of contention" that would necessitate a battle against the humans.

The process of fulfilling those conditions might not seem to be complicated, but after some thought, Su Mo realized that…

It would be extremely difficult!

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Chapter 386: Stripping Silk From Cocoons, The Last Moment Before The Storm!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

There were countless real-life examples on Earth that proved that, when human beings had to make a choice, if there were no extraordinary external factors affecting their decision, their choice would definitely be to…

Put their own interests first!

Hence, although there were many people in the game's World Channel clamoring for an all-out war with the foreign races, wanting to win the first battle as proof that humankind had arrived at this new wasteland world, Su Mo had every reason to believe that, when the actual war began, at least 80% of these people would run away faster than rabbits.

It was not that Su Mo lacked faith in the survivors on this wasteland, it was just the way things were.

Before they arrived at the wasteland, back on Earth, these people might have been white-collar workers, students, ordinary workers in a car repair shop by the highway, or even owners of fly-attracting roadside eateries.

During these two months on the wasteland, they learned to survive, they learned how to build ships, they learned to adapt to a completely different lifestyle and work in teams. They learned how to be strong and live on!

However, if one were to really ask them to fight against those scary-looking foreign races who seemed unafraid of death, that would practically be asking for the impossible!

The ocean had never been the home turf of humankind.

The battle was also destined to be a brutal one.

Human lives that were usually so precious would instantaneously become another statistical number in a real war.

If it started according to the schedule predicted by those in the higher echelons, this great war would take the place of the tsunami disaster.

The final result would be that humankind's death toll would be lowered by a mere few percent, but there would still be a large number of human souls lost at sea.

Exploiting the game's mechanics to create such a "perfect" scenario was something that was almost impossible to achieve!

Unless…

"The appearance of this tsunami disaster definitely did not come out of nowhere. There must be some people with malicious intentions behind this. Based on the current situation, there's a ninety percent chance it wasn't the result of human actions."

"In that case, the remaining two possible culprits are the foreign marine races and the foreign terrestrial races."

"In regards to the foreign terrestrial races, the early arrival of the tsunami disaster would be of little benefit to them. Their ships would also be affected by the tsunami, and their combat strength would be reduced by more than 30%. It can be considered a situation that would deal a blow to others, but wouldn't benefit them in the slightest either."

"However, for the foreign marine races, the early arrival of the tsunami disaster would not only strengthen their home ground advantage, but also allow them to quickly complete their arrival process and gain the upper hand."

Even though he was lying in bed, at this moment, Su Mo's mind was still running at full speed, and various thoughts were beginning to stream out at a rapid pace.

One after another, invisible threads of information seemed to solidify and float past Su Mo's eyes, connecting together and automatically undergoing analysis and extraction.

In the past, if the quantum processor in Su Mo's brain was equivalent to a Pentium single-core CPU then, even if some algorithms were set up, it would not be able to process much information.

However, with his recent all-round improvements in physical fitness, and the addition of the title of Ocean Admiral, Su Mo's brain structure had also begun to undergo some invisible changes.

These subtle changes might have only upgraded his brain's quantum processor from a single-core processor to a dual-core processor, but Su Mo could already feel the difference, as if a limiter had been released, allowing him to "see" and process more information.

"The real target of the foreign terrestrial races would definitely not be the God of the Ocean. Their goals aren't so lofty, and they have neither the resolve nor the cohesion to accomplish such a goal."

"And their previous marine hunting plan should have been leaked to the foreign marine races by now."

"If I think about this situation from a different perspective, what would I do if I was a leader of a foreign marine race or a foreign terrestrial race?"

After asking himself that question, the circumstances of the entire situation gradually became clear, and a previously translucent thread of thought slowly turned tangible as Su Mo continued his analysis.

As long as this thread of thought could be determined, the current situation on the wasteland ocean would be revealed in its entirety before Su Mo's eyes.

The final goals of these two groups of foreign races would also be completely exposed.

This…

Was a "lifeline" in Su Mo's eyes!

At five o'clock in the morning, the most important 10% of the entire sequence of events had been deciphered by Su Mo!

At 5.48 am, when the sky on the surface of the sea began to turn bright, there was another small breakthrough in the progress of his analysis of the sequence of events. He had now deciphered about twenty percent!

Almost every second, the information he collected from all over the wasteland would rapidly flash through Su Mo's mind. The useless information was discarded, while the useful information was compiled.

It was even to the point that a few words would be extracted by Su Mo from a single sentence that might contain some information, which were then parsed together with information extracted from the next sentence, forming new clues.

Even if one used the game panel's filter function, thousands of messages would still fly across the screen in a single minute in the crowded World Channel.

The bits of news that were revealed in these messages were not spared by Su Mo during what was destined to be his second sleepless night.

Conducting a detailed analysis was like stripping silk from a cocoon, which was usually most difficult right at the beginning.

Toward the later stages, the difficulty of deciphering the information would sharply decrease as the amount of analyzed information increased.

By the time the alarm rang at 7 o'clock in the captain's quarters, Su Mo had already deciphered up to 70% of the crucial sequence of events.

The reason why it stopped there was not because of the alarm clock either. Rather, it was because, in order to complete the analysis, he needed the final piece of evidence to verify his conjecture!

As for the source of this piece of evidence, it was the still yet-to-be seen…

Foreign marine races!

"Now, I just need the last critical piece of information!

"As long as I can capture a foreign marine race commander, one with a core, I'll be able to connect to their shelter core and find out the information I need."

"There might not even be a need to sacrifice human lives to start this war of the three races!"

Clenching his fists slightly and toying with this bold idea in his mind, Su Mo let out a long exhale of breath to calm himself down.

Gradually, as time passed, Su Mo finally started feeling sleepy. He did not resist the sensation, as he fell into a deep sleep on his bed.

…

On the other side, most of the human survivors floating around in the ocean finally ushered in a rare moment of respite this morning.

On the third day of the tsunami disaster, although the height and the degree of fluctuation of the waves had increased even further, there was one piece of news that prompted some cheer among the survivors.

Starting from 8 o'clock in the morning, the duration of each phase of the tsunami disaster would be increased from half an hour to an hour.

Previously, it was a half-hour of tsunami waves, and then a half-hour of respite. Now, it was an hour-long tsunami, followed by an hour-long respite.

In terms of time calculation, the total duration of respite each day was still 12 hours.

However, for the survivors who had already been kept on tenterhooks for two days, this change was enough for everyone to revive their spirits, igniting new hope!

Furthermore, aside from this change, after two days of the survivors gathering up, the number of lone wolves on the ocean had also decreased. Instead what roamed the ocean now were fleets of various sizes.

Under the official shelters' rallying cry, with ships of these large shelters as the backbones, "large nets" were quickly "cast" in the Regional Channels to gather everyone together.

Those with small numbers, comprising teams of ten or twenty ships, used hemp ropes to link them to each other, ensuring that when the waves came, everyone would be able to support each other and stay together.

Those with large numbers, such as the Tundra fleet, directly purchased iron chains forged by the enduring faction and tied all of their large and small ships together, allowing the larger ships to act as anchors and shields for the smaller ships.

Nevertheless, for the ordinary survivors, today's changes were indeed a welcome change for the better.

However, for those in the know among the middle and higher echelons, such a change heightened the sense of impending crisis in their hearts a little more.

Inside Tundra One of the Tundra fleet...

On this fifty-meter long ship of the line, an urgent meeting had already been called just after 8 o'clock in the morning.

Unlike Hope One's spacious conference room, Tundra One's war room was only about ten square meters in size.

As it was a wooden battleship, there was only one small window in the war room, which made the interior look extremely dark.

Outside the war room, there were about thirty people standing around.

Some of these people were smoking pipes, some were picking at their feet, some were silently flipping through a book in their hands, and some were anxiously assessing the situation in the outside world.

They were all captains of the small boats in the fleet. For the time being, they were not yet qualified to enter the war room, so they could only wait outside for the "big shots" to come up with solutions and results.

Switching the perspective to inside the war room, there were more than ten people inside the dim room at this moment.

Contrary to the quiet waiting on the outside, the "big shots" in the war room started kicking up a fuss as soon as they arrived!

"Shelter Leader Lu, as I said last night, continuing on like this will definitely not work out. You can see it now, right?"

"It's still alright with the large and small ships connected together. We can still maintain the size of our defensive perimeter but, if you let these raft teams follow us, not only will our defensive perimeter expand almost tenfold, it will also create pressure for us in terms of supplies and resources."

"If we maintain this current situation for another day, no, another half a day, with these raft teams holding us back, there's no way we can shake off these squads of foreign races following behind us."

"The moment we give them the opportunity, or if they discover a loophole in our defenses, these rafts teams would become their breakthrough points!"

A bald, shirtless man shouted as he slammed his hands on the summary report of yesterday's battle that was on the table in the center of the war room.

Before Shelter Leader Lu could even say a word in response, someone stoody up next to the bald man. He was a thin, yet tall and unusually fit man.

"Yes, Shelter Leader Lu, Zhang Long is right. Our kindness is now an act of irresponsibility to the people on the ships. If we don't shake off these foreign races, one day we'll be threatened and devoured by them!"

"On the first day, there were only two squads of foreign marine races behind us. Just overnight, it increased to six squads, an addition of a full four squads. I have a hunch that the reason why they're not attacking us yet is not because they're afraid of our firepower, but rather that the other squads they contacted have yet to arrive."

"Once they gain enough momentum, we might not be able to escape even if we wanted to!"

The tall man's speech seemed to trigger something and, instantly, another four people stood up to state different reasons.

These reasons ranged from concerns that chaos would lead to gaps in the chain of command, to insinuations that such people would simply flee in the face of danger, to statements that those who achieved great things would not let the minor details hinder them, or even that the road to success was paved with sacrifices…

The reasonings offered by each speaker were different, but their goals were one and the same…

Abandon the raft team!

Abandon the raft team that was currently following the Tundra fleet; the raft team that numbered close to five thousand!

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Chapter 387: Shelter Leader Lu, What Exactly Are You Waiting For!

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In the Tundra One war room, the atmosphere was abnormally heavy.

When the six people led by Zhang Long finished speaking, Lu Yongyi—who sat in the center—did not speak. The abandonment party had temporarily gained the upper hand.

This was an unprecedented scene in the past two days.

This minor delay made the remaining people, who were waiting for Lu Yongyi to speak, start to tremble.

In the wasteland at the moment, based on the comments left on the Disaster Resistance Channel and World Channel, nearly every survivor had a large ship at best or small boats at worst.

However, in reality, this was actually a case of a "fake public impression of poverty", which was influenced by the concept of?"Versailles Literature"1!

Just like certain platforms ending with?"-hu", "-bo", and "-yin" f1rom Huaxia's civilized era , just by scrolling a short while, people who did not have strong minds would suddenly find that…

An annual income of 300,000 was basically impossible to survive on, an annual income of 500,000 was just enough for food and clothing, and an annual income of one million was just the starting point.

This world did not have poor people. No, only I and the people around me were the poor ones. Others were rich people, landlords, elite executives.

On the wasteland, with the game's chat filter mechanism, this form of public impression had been created.

When one avoided seeing messages of poverty, misery, and the current wasteland situation for the bottom-feeders, the game would start to automatically block such messages from appearing on one's screen.

Within just one or two days, when they went back to browse the World Channel, these messages never again appeared in their sight, almost as if they had never existed in the first place.

What replaced it was…

"Versailles Literature" expressed by the lucky or the strong.

However, if someone could really see the situation in its entirety, they would clearly realize that, on the current wasteland. . .

The raft was the mainstream vessel!

People who sailed the seas on rafts made up almost 40% of all human survivors.

40% might not look terrifying at first but, put into perspective, if the total human population of four billion was used to calculate this percentage, it would yield an appalling…

1.6 billion people!

At the moment, the Tundra fleet had a total of 12 large ships. On average, one such ship could accommodate 600 people, bringing it to a total of 7,200 people.

On the other hand, there were 37 small ships. One small ship could accommodate around 180 people, which was a total of 6660 people!

These two combined would add up to a total of around 14 thousand people!

However, if the total numbers of the current raft team that everyone said could be abandoned was totaled up, it far surpassed 14 thousand people, reaching a full 26 thousand people!

Thanks to the game's mechanism on how families were let in initially, each raft was basically carrying along a home. The ones with fewer people had two to three people on the raft, but some had seven or eight!

If the tsunami disaster had not struck in advance, these people might have been able to use their rafts to get to the New World with a little luck and, from there, join some of the large-scale shelters.

However, at this crucial point, they could only helplessly group together based on information they received from the Regional Channel.

As the fleet continuously moved forward, when Tundra One entered the next Regional Channel area, they would gather the scattered people in that region, causing more and more people to gather and follow behind them.

Along with these people came each region's foreign marine races!

"Shelter Leader Lu, if you delay for even a moment longer, it'll be too late. The tsunami disaster cycles have changed from half an hour to an hour now. We only need to raise the sails of our ships after the next round of tsunami waves and we will be able to instantly get rid of these people, or we could simply leave them some supplies to survive on their own."

"If we keep letting them follow us, I'm worried that if a large battle occurs, we'd have to take care of these people's safety while killing the enemies and that, by the end of the battle, neither objective would be accomplished."

"What exactly are you waiting for?"

Hearing Zhang Long ask this question once again, everyone sitting in the ship's war room froze, and this question rose within their hearts as well.

Reasonably speaking, the reason they respected Lu Yongyi as the leader of the fleet was not because the Tundra One was mighty, nor because he had official endorsement.

The actual two reasons were…

Firstly, the Tundra One was armed with modern weapons from the civilized era. Although the amount of ammunition they possessed was unknown, this could still become the fleet's trump card to deal with crucial situations.

Moreover, none of them were fools. They naturally knew that whoever had larger fists on the wasteland had authority to speak and make decisions.

Even if Lu Yongyi himself was not in a position of leadership, anyone else who took up the role of leading the fleet would still have to consider Lu Yongyi's opinions before making a decision. It was equivalent to being a puppet and was completely meaningless.

Secondly, Lu Yongyi's actions were heavy-handed and decisive, explosive even. He did not display the typical trait of Huaxian humility, nor the gentleness of "Tai Chi". His principle was the principle, and his law was the law.

When the fleet gathered on the first day, there was a foreign ship that deliberately tried to squeeze into the center of the formation, relying on the fact that their ship was a little larger. Lu Yongyi had stood up then and laid down the law.

Those who followed his orders could stay, and those who did not could f*ck off!

This seemed dictatorial, but it was actually an act that protected everyone's interests. Though this large ship was chased away, it left a deep impression on everyone.

With someone like this as the leader of the fleet, everyone felt very much at ease!

Moreover, previously, regarding the comings and goings of the raft team behind them, Lu Yongyi had defied all opinions and made the decision that these people had to be protected.

At the time, although the captains under him were quite critical of Lu Yongyi's actions, considering that they were all compatriots and the situation at the time was still tenable, nobody dared to question him.

However, currently, thanks to the raft teams' word-of-mouth, more and more raft warriors had assembled. After the number of rafts increased by 4000 within the span of a single day, these people had to pluck up the courage to stand up for the sake of their own lives.

Of course, this was a subjective decision that was neither right nor wrong.

Whether it was to let these people stay or abandon them, given the wasteland's current situation, it could not be considered "a sin".

Even with their encouragement, if Lu Yongyi decided to abandon the raft team; the responsibility could not be completely pinned on him. He could simply dump it directly onto Zhang Long and the others.

However…

Sitting in the center of the room, Lu Yongyi, who was the focus of everyone's attention, pursed his mouth from beginning to end as he stared at the data report on the table.

No urgency could be seen on his square face, nor were there any signs of distress.

It was as if he had not heard those opinions at all.

However, under the table, his fists were tightly clenched, letting everyone know he was not as calm inwardly.

If the situation really did not take a turn for the worst—if it did not get to the point where they would inevitably die if they chose not to abandon them—then nobody would be willing to abandon their own compatriots and have their own consciences condemn them every night.

To have become the captains of large ships, these people would not be simpletons. They had to have their own charm, their own means and strengths.

It was just a pity that these foreign marine races would not go any easier on them just because they looked somewhat like humans.

With the raft team present, victory and defeat would not be reversed either, and the victory of the foreign marine races was an inevitable result.

However, no matter what, seeing Lu Yongyi like this, nobody dared to urge him again, and everyone experienced mixed feelings about the whole situation.

Even Zhang Long, who had spoken out before, sighed deeply within his heart.

It was a pity.

If today was the last day of the tsunami disaster, there would be no doubt—even if it was a battle to the death, nobody would choose to abandon these "poor people".

However, it was only the third day of the tsunami disaster.

Not including today, there were still a full three days for everyone to suffer through in order to survive. Based on the rate at which these rafts were gathering, within these three days, the number of rafts would exceed 10 thousand, or perhaps even 15 thousand.

The number of people in the entire fleet would surpass an unthinkable 100 thousand people at that time.

In such a situation, unless all the big ships and little ships had sufficient firepower and ammunition, there would not be a possibility of a different outcome when the foreign races' attacked.

Unless. . .

A miracle happened!

"Shelter Leader Lu, we understand your difficulties and your worries. We are also people. We have hearts too. We're not beasts!"

"Your brothers respect you, and I respect you too!"

"Make up your mind. Once you do, we'll take action!"

"Yes, Shelter Leader Su, give us your verdict directly. If you tell us to wait, then we'll wait. If you tell us to abandon them, I'll step forward and be the bad guy. Even if there's a fight, we can fight!"

"Once you make up your mind, we definitely won't make things hard for you!"

The heavy atmosphere in the war room had been maintained for over 10 minutes.

Seeing Lu Yongyi's clenched fists start to shake, the remaining captains who had not spoken up yet finally could not resist standing up.

This time, the people that Zhang Long led also nodded. They stood up, choosing to join this line.

However, sitting in the center, after being "pushed" by more than ten people, Lu Yongyi still maintained his unmoved attitude.

Except that his mouth spat out five words that made everyone's hearts shake.

"Wait! Wait a little longer!"

…

"OS, maintain cruising speed and initiate the Defense Master's high-power scanning function as well as the sonar's full frequency scan. Scan the surroundings…"

"And analyze any biological and energy responses!"

Unaware of the conflict brewing in the Tundra fleet's war room across the ocean, on Hope One, having slept for just over four hours from 7.00 am to 11.30 am, Su Mo was once again "fully energized"!

The moment he woke up, the first thing Su Mo did was instruct the OS to initiate the Defense Master and the sonar's specified direction scanning functions.

After that, Su Mo got out of bed immediately. He did not wash up and eat, nor did he check the daily report the system issued at 8 o'clock. Instead, he picked up the notebook on the table and started writing once more.

Before he slept, Su Mo had analyzed up to 70% of the wasteland situation and foreign races' plans.

After a restful sleep, thanks to some inspiration that came out of nowhere, the progress of deciphering the entire plan increased again, reaching a full 75%.

At this juncture, although it was still impossible to accurately reveal the real plan of the foreign terrestrial and marine races, it helped Su Mo figure out a crucial piece of information!

Their original goals!

Chapter 388: Closed-loop? Closed-loops Are Things That I Break

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

So what were their original goals?

For Su Mo, he had already set out the objectives of his journey before he even set off.

First of all, he would pick up his sister.

Secondly, he would gather a group of capable scholars specializing in scientific research, or people with special talents, and bring them to the New World to develop his territory's science and technology.

Thirdly, he would find the God of the Ocean and get rid of the time bomb on this wasteland.

Aside from these three, nothing else was part of his original goal, whether it was to completely destroy 20 thousand troops of the foreign races, or entering the so-called group ruins to explore the basics of science and technology development.

Instead, they were emergencies!

If he were to evaluate things according to this train of thought, he could judge their true intentions even if he could not get his hands on the foreign races' plan.

For the ordinary foreign races, their original goals were even simpler.

Once they entered the wasteland, they only had one goal, which was to slowly expand their search radius and scope, according to the requirements of their clans, to look for the God-transcending item and bring it back.

According to Connie's previous explanation, the ordinary foreign races entering the wasteland were those with the lowest potential and the lowest strength levels in the clan.

To put it bluntly, these people were more likely sent here to make up a shortfall in the number of people.

Counting on these people to go over to the dangerous wasteland to search for the precious authority was equivalent to people with millions in their bank accounts expecting to make a fortune by spending a few bucks to buy a lottery ticket while passing by a lottery shop.

It was just a matter of luck and, frankly speaking, those people did not care if those they sent over died. They also did not care whether those few bucks were wasted or not.

If so, what about the Five Royal Clans?

What were their original goals?

After writing this line of words in the notebook, the clutter in Su Mo's mind suddenly turned clear. Furthermore, the ideas that were generated from his previous erroneous line of thinking disappeared.

Instead, they were replaced by a truth that was almost tangible enough to touch.

"For the Royal Clans, they have to dispatch a lot of elite members with extremely high potential each time. If their target was authority then, according to their strength levels, their outlook would basically be the same as those ordinary foreign races. It would be a waste of time and they would only be able to depend on luck."

"However, the ordinary foreign races would only lose some insignificant people if they failed, but the Royal Clan would lose some people with the power to influence the clan. Over time, when one faction rises, another will fall."

"So... Is the original goal of the Royal Clan not the wasteland authority after all?"

The rustling sound of the gel pen gliding across the white paper was almost inaudible under the sound of the waves.

However, as more and more words appeared on the paper, a sudden clap of thunder seemed to roar in Su Mo's heart, bringing him to a sudden realization.

If one compared the clans behind all the foreign races to investors, and the weak and numerous human beings to the "market", then the clan members they sent over to the wasteland would be considered the counters they invested in.

To the ordinary foreign races, they invested very little anyway, so even if they lost everything beyond their stop-loss orders, they would suffer any major consequences.

However, for major players like the Royal Clans, if they lost those counters or if their counters did not make them enough "money" in the market, it would be equivalent to suffering a huge loss.

At this time, according to the human "market patterns" of the wasteland, there had only been three disasters so far. Yet, all human beings had abundant supplies and also possessed Almighty Su, who was so overpowered that he could slaughter gods.

For these investors, this "market pattern" was equivalent to a continuously declining "stock market", which meant that their investments were giving fewer and fewer returns, while at the same time the investment risks were constantly increasing.

Therefore, it was the same as trading stocks.

When the market declined, or when the market might even be completely up-ended, the individual small retail investors only needed to discard their positions directly without hesitation, while waiting for the next opportunity to enter a short position.

However, large-scale investors would need to consider how to recover as much of their investment capital as possible before the market collapsed in order to ensure that they would not end up like the retail investors themselves.

So, at what point did the "market" begin to show signs of "bearishness"?

On the paper, Su Mo wrote down again…

After the welfare disaster!

During the welfare disaster, human beings relied on the trading market. After obtaining seeds of excellent grades and planting them, almost everyone survived the disaster and their overall strength increased rapidly.

There was no shortage of food and water, which meant that humans had more time to adapt and explore the wasteland. At the same time, they developed and strengthened their shelters so that they became more powerful!

As a result, human beings finally had the time and space to go up against those foreign races who had yet to develop their strength levels!

From this moment on, while the ordinary retail investors might not have reacted, the clans behind the Five Royal Clans were acutely aware of the changing situation of the "market" and were preparing to escape the "calamity"!

Common knowledge dictated that, before the major players fled, they would get the retail investors to take over their positions in the market and bear all the risks in their place.

As such, by chance, after the ocean disaster was announced, an escape plan jointly formulated by the Five Royal Clans finally made its appearance on the wasteland!

This plan was none other than…

The Marine Hunting Plan!

After Su Mo finally thought things through, Su Mo's previous question about why the Royal Clans were not worried that their plan would be exposed, and why they were unafraid that this plan would become known to the foreign marine races, or even to the human beings, was finally answered.

"It turns out that the target of the Five Royal Clans has always been the humans!"

"Even the current target of these foreign marine races is also the humans!"

"After all, whether they are major players, or retail investors, which idiot would say no to money?"

Looking at the logical and extremely clear conclusion written on the paper, Su Mo slammed his hands on the desk and stood up in joy.

The things that had not made sense before, the things that he could not comprehend previously, and the problems that he had encountered, were all eventually linked together by this huge chain at this moment.

Compared to the plan that the traitorous humans and the wasteland Royal Clans came up with to hunt down Old Devil Su, this Marine Hunting Plan could be said to have truly achieved a "closed-loop" setting to a certain degree.

This "closed-loop" plan was so perfect that, even if the person knew about it, they would still be forced to jump in headfirst.

"When I first learned about this plan, because the foreign races couldn't gather up the humans, and their inability to keep constant track of the humans' coordinates, I made an error in my initial judgment. I mistakenly thought that their target was not the humans at all."

"Plus Connie's follow-up explanation stating that humans were not the target of foreign races, and that son of a b*tch Clark's vivid acting skills, further confirmed my erroneous judgment."

It seemed like Su Mo was talking to himself while self-reflecting on his previous actions and line of thinking, but it also seemed like he was constantly improving and expanding upon this chain of logic.

Su Mo's eyes lost focus as he stood motionless in front of his desk but, in his mind, his consciousness continued to construct images and thoughts that constantly flashed through his mind.

"During the first stage, the Royal Clans want all the ordinary foreign races to escort humankind and let all the human beings go out to sea successfully. This move was to ensure that the market does not fluctuate. After all, the profits of the retail investors are also equivalent to their loss!"

"Following that, I'm guessing that they might be the ones who instigated this tsunami disaster that seemed to appear out of nowhere!"

"They took advantage of the information gaps and lack of communication, as well as the knowledge they obtained while exploring the wasteland, to forcibly initiate the tsunami disaster, causing humans to automatically assemble into large groups and reveal their position on the World Channel. They directly and forcibly made up for their inability to track down the humans that would otherwise not assemble together!"

"During the second stage, when humans assembled together to resist the tsunami disaster, their ships would be damaged by the waves and move slowly thanks to the large and varied ship composition of their fleets. When the foreign marine races were ready to come up and feed on the humans, the Five Royal Clans would request all the ordinary foreign terrestrial races to delay the attacking foreign marine races in order to summon their deities to descend and inflict serious damage on the foreign marine races below. As for remaining humans, they would be left to these ordinary foreign races to enjoy."

"During the first stage, they emphasized the humans and, during the second stage, they also emphasized the humans. Plus, they emphasized that these ordinary foreign races should not harm or hinder the humans, and that if they wanted to fight, they should target foreign marine races! I didn't even think of this before!"

"As for the third stage, Clark kept me on tenterhooks. At that time, I was still guessing that they were going to attack the God of the Ocean but, now, it seems that they are really being rather greedy!"

After thinking about all these points, even Su Mo himself could not help but praise the plan concocted by the old guys behind the Five Royal Clans.

In the absence of any variables, the implementation of this plan was equivalent to going all out and making a fortune.

And after destroying their enemies, members of the Royal Clans who stayed on the wasteland would also be better positioned to search for the wasteland authority. This could be regarded as killing two birds with one stone!

As for the foreign marine races in this scenario, it was indeed the same as his previous prediction. They would be responsible for playing the role of the idiots and getting played by others.

However, they could not be blamed. In the end, after being forced to emerge early and perform a task that was beyond their capabilities, they would only be left with seven days.

Thanks to the marine hunting plan, the ordinary terrestrial foreign races would naturally regard them as enemies within those seven days and would not reveal any valuable information to them.

Human beings had temporarily been united due to the impending disaster, so no one would join forces with beings with ill intentions like the foreign marine races.

Once their two sources of information were cut off, the foreign marine races would have to face the current situation using only their past knowledge and experience of coming to the wasteland…

This behavior was equivalent to becoming an accomplice to your own kidnapping!

"So what I have to do now is to force the ordinary foreign races in this plan to take action before eight o'clock on the seventh day. I'll make them launch an attack on the humans at this time, thus starting the war of the three races and ending the horrifying tsunami on the final day."

"At that time, the Five Royal Clans would not be able to wait for the tsunami to end to start the fight. After all, if they begin late, it would mean that the profits would all be devoured by the retail investors!"

"Also, isn't it an easy job to start a fight with the ordinary foreign races?"

He was thinking of this critical moment, when the image of the Golden Lion King in the eyes of the terrestrial foreign races suddenly transformed into Old Devil Su of the human race. Everyone would be stunned and have an emotional breakdown.

Standing in the captain's quarters, Su Mo could not hold back his laughter.

This laughter was unbridled and full of endless pride.

Even the sound of the tsunami outside could not cover up the relaxed happy laughter that echoed from inside.

However, before Su Mo's laughter ended, the OS that had been ordered to carry out the scanning promptly issued a notification alert.

[Captain Su Mo, a large number of biological reactions have been detected 67 degrees north, and 197 kilometers away from Hope One. The system is matching and analyzing these reactions based on the gathered biological model database, please wait a moment…]

[Matching and analysis successful. The probability of it being a battle between foreign terrestrial races and humans is 17%, the probability of it being a battle between foreign terrestrial races and foreign marine races is 64%, and the probability of it being a battle between the three races is 19%.]

[Do you want to alter Hope One's route to avoid these biological life forms?]

"Huh? The OS detected a biological reaction so quickly?"

"No need to avoid it. Head to this battlefield at full speed and stop 30 kilometers away from the battlefield!"

"Moore, go get ready in the main gun turret now. From now on, I will make all the foreign races feel the terror and destruction inflicted by Hope One!"

He had abandoned his 'good habit' of being cautious. He had previously feared being exposed, and had wanted to play the role of a hidden variable.

Staring at the vast ocean outside, Su Mo's easygoing atmosphere gradually faded away, which was replaced with…

The iron-clad determination that had kickstarted the revolution while leading millions of creatures to fight in the group ruins!

While he was in this state, Su Mo's eyes seemed to penetrate the distance, past the space barrier of the wasteland, to glare at the old farts who were standing behind the Five Royal Clans.

They were laughing. They were laughing about how perfect their plan was. They were laughing about how smart they were and how they would make a handsome profit and without losing money!

However, what they did not know was that, on the sea of the wasteland, there was someone who was already eyeing their heads.

"Closed-loop? I love breaking closed-loops the most!"

"Deities? I love crushing deities!"

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Chapter 389: I Am Waiting for the Golden Lion King, Who Are You Waiting...

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"Over the past few days, these ocean beasts have become more and more arrogant. Were it not for our disadvantages in this terrain, we would have already found a way to kill them!"

"That's right, these foreign marine races think that we are afraid of them. If they were on land, I would be able to destroy all of them by myself!"

"Guys, don't quibble with those idiots. The humans are now assembling according to plan. As long as the Five Royal Clans take action, we can follow behind them and get our share of the pie."

"By the way, I haven't seen Old Devil Su around recently. Didn't the Five Royal Clans say that they wanted to take action against Old Devil Su? Why is nothing going on?"

"Yeah, but according to the news from my side, Old Devil Su has not appeared on the humans' side too. He didn't even show up in the last title promotion ruins. I wonder what he's up to."

"I think Old Devil Su might have already built himself a home in the New World, don't you think?"

"By the way, the Golden Lion King hasn't appeared recently either. I want to watch the Golden Lion King sailing forth to take action against these ocean beasts!"

"Hehe, I kind of miss that yellow-haired girl coming out to scold people. It's meaningless watching the Five Royal Clans performing their one-man show now that she doesn't show up."

"Snow Soaring Bear, I'll say it one more time. You're allowed to have an opinion, but wait until our hunting plan is successful. Then we can find a space and compete against each other properly. Stop spewing nonsense every single day."

Aside from some specific strong foreign races, most ordinary foreign races were different from the images conjured up by the imaginations of the average wasteland human—in which they were beasts that would only drink blood, eat raw meat, and feel uncomfortable if they did not kill something everyday. Their strengths grew extremely slowly and, after they arrived at the wasteland and were somewhat influenced by human culture and behavior, logging into the World Channel from the cores everyday to chat and brag had become a source of joy to these foreign races

However, just as they were watching the chat about to erupt into a fight between Snow Soaring Bear and Crystal Dragon again, a sudden message suddenly appeared.

"Damn it, the Golden Lion King is going live. Let's go watch it, guys!"

Whoosh!

It was as if a bomb went off in the World Channel.

When this information spread, the foreign races that were lurking in the World Channel suddenly appeared out of nowhere in an instant.

The scrolling chat that had been moving at a leisurely pace, suddenly transformed into a torrential downpour of messages that drowned each other out.

At the same time, more foreign races were quitting the World Channel directly and going straight to the Disaster Resistance channel!

The previous "Battle of the Gods" against tens of thousands of foreign races could be said to have established the lofty status of the 'Golden Lion King' among the foreign races.

Of course, cutting off the live broadcast at that critical moment had also made all the foreign races heave their chests and stomp their feet in disappointment.

However, since Golden Lion King could still appear on the Disaster Resistance live broadcast page again, then the result of the previous battle was pretty clear…

The Golden Lion King had won!

They had defeated tens of thousands of troops from the foreign races with only the strength of two people.

With a sense of shock and awe, the ordinary foreign races entered the live broadcast stream, and the Five Royal Clans soon followed.

It only took less than ten minutes for this live broadcast stream, which initially only had a four-digit viewer count, to exceed 4 million viewers in an instant!

Plus, as time went by, the live broadcast stream's increase in popularity was still increasing at a terrifying rate of six digits per minute.

However, inversely proportional to the increasing popularity was the duration of this live broadcast stream.

It only lasted twelve minutes and fifty-five seconds!

If you subtracted the ten minutes of waiting at the beginning, the actual duration of this live broadcast was less than three minutes.

On the eleventh second of the live performance of Hope One, which lasted less than three minutes, the entire Disaster Resistance comments screen froze immediately.

Even after it ended, it took less than ten seconds for the foreign races' World Channel to suffer the fate of the Disaster Resistance comments screen; it was instantly paralyzed.

Su Mo was a little familiar with this crazy scene.

At that time, after blowing up the Heavenly Dog Pseudo God with the DF-17 missile, the same thing happened in the humans' World Channel in his live broadcast stream.

Facts had proven that, no matter what species it was, the strong would always be worshiped and venerated.

"Connie, bring someone down with you and pick up all the chests for me."

"If they ask, just tell them not to stick their noses into things that don't concern them, or they'll end up booking their own ticket to the underworld!"

Su Mo tapped on his earpiece and sent over instructions while he stood on the bow, gazing at the adoring faces of the foreign terrestrial races below.

When the OS brought the ship to a halt 30km from the battlefield 25 minutes ago, the radar had already completed the scanning of the data of the living creatures present.

This was a battle between foreign terrestrial races and the foreign marine races!

The hilarious reason why the two foreign races were fighting over was none other than…

Right of way!

The foreign terrestrial races wanted to go west, while the foreign marine races wanted to go east. It was unknown what was wrong with the two races, and they just refused to make way for each other.

They were in a vast ocean and, since there was hatred on both sides, this state of mutual hostility was both inexplicable and reasonable at the same time.

The reason why the two had yet to actually start fighting was that the combat strength of both sides was on the same level, and neither side was significantly stronger than the other.

Both sides called for their brothers in the Regional Channel and were looking for more people to support them so that they could annihilate the other party.

It was just that, before the brothers of the foreign marine races could arrive, the 'brother' of the foreign terrestrial races, the Golden Lion King, arrived!

No unnecessary words were exchanged. After they turned on the live broadcast and waited until they had enough viewers, a single cannon shell wiped out about 300 of the foreign marine races on the spot in the presence of millions of viewers from the foreign races.

The strength of the Golden Lion King had once again been affirmed by all foreign races.

Not to mention the Golden Lion King's final sentence, "Those who offend the foreign terrestrial races, however distant, will be destroyed!' was deeply imprinted in the minds of all the ordinary foreign races.

After a while, Connie led the foreign races into the sea to collect all the treasure chests. After she went back to Hope One and reported everything, Su Mo's knowledge of the foreign races increased even further.

Contrary to what she expected, when Connie gathered these spoils, the foreign race clan, which was the Shocking Thunder Gold Weasel, did not sense anything unusual about her actions.

When they saw the treasure chests, they did not display any strange expressions either. Instead, they looked as if all of this was somehow reasonable.

This was how the strong were treated in the animal kingdom.

Even when they did something ridiculous, the weak had no reason to question them.

As for those weak foreign races, they were still laying on the wooden rafts, waving their short hands emotionally as they watched Hope One prepare to depart.

While the ordinary foreign races were unable to see the Golden Lion King, it was an astronomical honor to have summoned the aid of such a strong ally in the Regional Channel.

They were glad that, while the humans had Almighty Su, they also had the Golden Lion King.

At the same time, they were expecting to see what kind of visual impact the Golden Lion King would bring them the next time she started her live broadcast.

However, what they did not expect was that, unlike last time, they did not have to wait a few days for the Golden Lion King to fulfill their expectations.

This time, the Golden Lion King's live broadcast appeared again after only an hour and 46 minutes in the foreign races' Disaster Resistance page.

This time, in just five minutes, the live broadcast's popularity reached a never-before-seen five million viewers!

However, as if matching the stream's popularity, the live broadcast duration this time was even shorter. After only six minutes and eleven seconds, the live broadcast stream ended once again.

The only thing different from the last stream was the revelation from the Golden Lion King that…

If one cannon shell was not enough, use two!

The 700 foreign marine races, which was double the numbers from the last time, were blown to pieces by the shells before they had the chance to speak. Their corpses had now become a permanent part of the ocean.

The rescued 200 foreign terrestrial races, which bore serious injuries, also seemed to have gone insane. They were lying on their wooden rafts as they kowtowed loudly in Hope One's direction!

At this moment, Su Mo had no doubts about the kind of lofty status he commanded in the eyes of these surviving foreign races.

At the same time, he also knew that these surviving foreign races would go onto the World Channel to sing his praises over the next two days.

All in all, those two shells had earned him more than a dozen chests in exchange, as well as the worship and veneration of millions of foreign races. This deal was super worthwhile!

This night was bound to be a sleepless night for the foreign terrestrial races.

Every time the Golden Lion King's live broadcast stream lit up, to the foreign races, it felt like the Lunar New Year celebrations had arrived.

From five million viewers in the first five minutes, to six million one and a half minutes later.

Of the six-minute live broadcast, only two minutes were spent to resolve the battle.

A total of 14 shots were fired that night, and Hope One annihilated more than 7000 enemies. Compared with the previous annihilation of the 20 thousand troops of the foreign races, the drop rate of the chests had lowered slightly.

Even so, Su Mo still managed to earn a bountiful harvest of one gold treasure chest, nine silver treasure chests, and nearly fifty other assorted treasure chests!

On this night, all the foreign terrestrial races scattered all over the ocean were shouting, "Long live Golden Lion King!" in unison, regardless of where they were.

On this night, all the foreign marine races that had been so arrogant previously, became dispirited. When they saw the foreign terrestrial races, they all took a detour for fear that a battle would start and the Golden Lion King would descend upon them like a God.

After the tsunami disaster arrived, for a 12-hour period, with the Golden Lion King as the vanguard, the foreign terrestrial races were magically victorious in more than ten thousand small-scale skirmishes that were caused by disagreements between them and the foreign marine races.

The will to fight that had been dormant in the foreign terrestrial races, due to their decadent lifestyle, was awakened and aroused by the Golden Lion King on this night.

'Foreign marine races?'

'So what if you have the home ground advantage?'

'Can you endure a single shot from our Golden Lion King?'

'If you don't give way obediently and get lost, we'll beat you up!'

'Hmm? You're not convinced?'

'I'm waiting for my brother, the Golden Lion Ling! Who the f*ck are you waiting for?'

Thanks to this overwhelming situation, the human survivors who were besieged by foreign marine races were also surprised to find that their situations had improved a lot overnight.

The foreign marine races that used to be so arrogant at night were chased and killed off by the foreign terrestrial races tonight while screaming for mercy.

It felt strange, yet somehow comfortable. Humankind enjoyed its most comfortable night since the start of the tsunami disaster.

Even if there was a tsunami raging around them, they slept very peacefully during every minute of rest time they had that night. They were not at all worried that there would be some stupid foreign marine creature coming to attack them!

Were things getting better?

The humans had no clue.

However, as the protagonists and masterminds of this entire disaster, the Five Royal Clans, after the third day of the tsunami disaster, as the fourth day dawned…

They could no longer sit still!

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Chapter 390: The First Time Getting in Touch With a War Madman!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"Leader, Crystal Dragon sent me a message. They want to negotiate terms with us to get us to stop and avoid ruining the Marine Hunting Plan."

"He asked us to just name a price. As long as the terms are within their power, the Five Royal Clans will try to satisfy them as much as possible."

"It can be supplies, prestige, various precious things, or even the reputation of becoming the sixth royal clan!"

"They can satisfy all of those terms!"

It had been a long, bloody night. Since these intermittent "battles" allowed the engine to cool down, the progress of Hope One's voyage had not really been slowed down.

On the fourth day since the tsunami disaster, Connie, who was standing behind Su Mo, had a look of respect on her face as she watched the sun climb over the horizon and slowly float upward.

Everyone, from the nameless abandoned members from the ordinary foreign clans to the Five Royal Clans, had all come to accept their existence.

From the brink of extinction to the Royal Clans' willingness to recognize Oreo Clan as the sixth royal family…

In just one month, Connie's life had undergone tremendous changes before she could even react.

Gone was her previous life of an ordinary lioness; it had been replaced by…

A magical experience that was akin to walking on air!

While she was immersed in this unprecedented magical experience, Connie knew very well that the reason behind all these achievements, and the reason behind why they were today, was all thanks to this man in front of her!

In other words, at this moment, gazing at Su Mo's stalwart figure, she knew that she had been very fortunate to have made the right choice a month ago!

"Send a video call request to Crystal Dragon. Roar, ask him to come and talk to me in person!"

Since he was wearing the Simba lion costume, there would be an unconscious lion roar punctuating different intervals during his sentences.

Even if Su Mo suppressed it deliberately and the roar was not overly loud, in this situation, it was enough to make Connie behind him weak in the knees and soft all over.

"Okay… Okay. I'll make the call right away!"

Connie did not know why Su Mo wanted to do this, but she still chose to carry out his instructions.

As the beeping noises came from the game panel, it seemed that Crystal Dragon, who was waiting on the other side, had evidently not closed the game panel. accepted the video call request at once.

The scene changed, and using the function of Connie's core, the video call was successfully transferred to Su Mo's core.

All it needed was one extra step; the video call between the humans and foreign races was still as stable as ever.

Crystal Dragon was by far the least anthropomorphic creature Su Mo had seen in the wasteland.

Similar to the pangolins on Earth, every scale on Crystal Dragon's body was like crystal, radiating a magical brilliance.

There were even scales on his face and eyelids, covering and protecting any potential weak spots.

The only anthropomorphic aspect of Crystal Dragon was the expression on his face.

Just like humans, Su Mo saw a trace of fear and hostility that was barely suppressed on his face.

At this moment, Su Mo was looking straight at him, and Crystal Dragon was trying to frantically obtain information from his facial expression.

Since they were connected via Connie's core, Crystal Dragon knew that the mysterious lion warrior in front of him had no core so, after hesitating for a while, he opened his mouth slowly and introduced himself first.

"Hello, Simba, the mighty lion warrior from Oreo Clan. I'm Long Li, the leader of the Crystal Dragon clan, it's such a …"

"Roar!"

When he saw that Crystal Dragon was about to start getting garrulous, after thinking about the objective of today's discussion, Su Mo was not courteous with him at all and interrupted his speech with a loud roar.

This roar also startled Crystal Dragon, causing him to forget all the words he had prepared earlier.

???

Was Simba not right in the head?

Seeing that Simba was feeling pleased with himself in the video, Crystal Dragon felt irritated for no reason and his previous desire to have a peaceful conversation also dissipated significantly.

After thinking for a while, without waiting for Su Mo to speak, Crystal Dragon spoke every word maliciously as if he was reciting some text from a book.

"You already understand the reason why I am calling today. You also know in your heart what I want to achieve through this call. It's meaningless to pretend to be crazy."

"Your strength, including the entire Oreo Clan, has been recognized by the Five Royal Clans, and we also recognize that it has the ability to stand on equal footing with our Royal Clans."

"Including the Golden Lion King under you, if you want, we can become friends. We can become allies and stand above these ordinary foreign races."

"As long as you agree to our request, stop now and we will give you everything you want after this tsunami disaster passes!"

After saying those words, which had been said in one breath, Su Mo shook his head slowly at Crystal Dragon. In addition, he even put a sarcastic smirk on his face, as if saying, "That's it?"

The subject of Su Mo's undisguised contempt, Crystal Dragon, was utterly furious. "Simba, what is the meaning of this?"

Su Mo smiled. "It doesn't mean anything, I'm just very curious. So, the so-called Five Royal Clans' goal is only to be above these ordinary foreign races? I very much want to laugh at your words. Do you want to make a bet? If you were not so lucky as to be born among the Five Royal Clans, it would have been so hard for you to survive on the wasteland!"

Crystal Dragon, "???"

When he saw the anger rising on Crystal Dragon's face, Su Mo continued, "Didn't you want a peaceful conversation? Didn't you want me to not ruin your plans? Sure, of course. I only need the Five Royal Clans to issue a joint statement. I only need you guys to regard the Oreo Clan as the real supreme king among the foreign races, above the Five Royal Clans. All of the foreign races have to listen to our commands. If that can be done, I promise to immediately stop my actions and not do anything further."

Crystal Dragon glared at Su Mo. "You!"

He did not expect that these would be Su Mo's terms.

At the same time, he was not stupid. He knew if the Five Royal Clans issued this statement, then they would be completely suppressed by the Oreo Clan.

When that happened, the risks involved with their entire plan would increase by countless times.

"What? Do you seriously think that idiots like you have the qualification to be on the same level as me? If you want to talk to me, go back and talk to those old guys behind you first."

"I didn't want to take any action during this disaster, but since you guys did something to trigger the tsunami disaster in advance, and even want to devour all the benefits for yourselves, then you should prepare yourselves for a fight!"

There was a beaten look on Crystal Dragon's face after hearing his secret exposed. Su Mo hung up after that, his face under the headgear was suppressing the joy and elation he felt.

Indeed, he had made the right bet!

With the help of the massive amount of information, and after correcting his faulty line of thinking, the seemingly hopeless future of humankind finally caught a glimpse of hope!

At this moment, even if no one else was involved, Su Mo had already completely grasped the trigger conditions for the war of the three races!

As long as he wanted to, Su Mo could trigger the conditions for this battle and end the tsunami disaster by himself. He could even do it right now.

However, the consequences of such an action was that, during the next phase, human beings would have to make direct contact with the foreign races and start a war, and…

The arrival and participation of the old guys behind the Five Royal Clans!

"Since the large official shelters dare to propose the concept of battlefield areas and want to fight this battle with foreign races, and seem to be confident that they will win within certain battlefield areas, then it should mean that they have some good stuff prepared!"

"Given that the situation they are currently facing is that they don't have enough time to get to their respective battlefield areas…"

"What I have to do is inform them through Lu Yongyi that I have the ability to turn this disaster around and turn it into a war between the three races!"

After fighting and staying up all night, Su Mo's thinking capacity reached new heights again.

In such a state, all the plans he was formulating seemed to gush out like flowing water, one by one, unrestricted and unrestrained.

Since it was a foregone conclusion that there would be a battle on the wasteland, humankind could take the initiative to kick things off in this situation.

After taking off the headgear on his shoulders and taking a deep breath of the salty sea breeze, he opened the game panel. Then, Su Mo quickly keyed in some text in a message to Lu Yongyi.

[Big Brother Lu, tell the large official shelters that they don't have to look for an opening to start the war of the three races. They can leave this matter to me.]

[On the last day of the tsunami disaster, I will immediately start the war of the three races to end the tsunami disaster in advance when we meet.]

[There are only three days left for everyone to prepare!]

[During these three days, I have the following requirements and I need you to hand them over to those in charge to publicize and implement, so be quick!]

[Firstly, announce our marine attack plan and subdivide our 12 battlefield areas. Divide them according to the areas covered by every ten Regional Channels, and rework a new plan for the battlefield areas. This is very important and has to be done quickly. As you announce this, make sure to pass the complete set of data to me!]

[Secondly, from now on, every official ship on the ocean must find a way to gather as many people as possible in the area to increase the combat strength of their fleet. It does not matter whether it is a large ship, small boat, or a raft. Every person and every ship is a valuable combat resource. The more we gather now, the less pressure and losses we will suffer when the war starts!]

[Thirdly, before the last day arrives, you can try to avoid battles, but also don't be afraid of them. If there are foreign marine races who dare to provoke us, just attack them directly. Don't be afraid of the consequences and, if there is a chance, hit them as hard as possible to incite fear and panic among them!]

After writing down these three requirements and reciting them over and over in his head to confirm that his thoughts would be accurately conveyed, Su Mo tapped on the send button heavily.

…

On the other side, although it was only a little past seven o'clock in the morning, a meeting was still unavoidably being held aboard Tundra One.

Unlike what everyone had previously expected, in one day, the number of rafts that numbered 5000 yesterday had skyrocketed by more than 6000 in Tundra One's vicinity!

Thanks to the word-of-mouth information passing among the survivors of the wasteland, the speed at which these raft warriors gathered together was frightening!

At present, there were more than 40 thousand people on these rafts alone, causing the entire fleet to paint the sea black, and it almost seemed as if they formed a tremendous battle array.

However, only these people sitting in the conference room right now knew how badly the current situation had deteriorated.

"Shelter Leader Lu, we counted 11852 rafts with 49687 people, and this number is still increasing."

"It's estimated that the number will exceed the 20 thousand mark tomorrow at this time!"

While he was relaying the data on the paper, Zhang Long had a complex and distorted look on his face.

After they heard this scalp-tingling number, the others could not help but feel startled and dazed.

If 5000 rafts had still been within their ability to manage, then the situation right now meant that things had spiraled completely out of control.

Not to mention that, tomorrow, there would be 20 thousand rafts and over 100 thousand survivors. This was comparable to the population of a tiny remote county during the civilized era.

This was no longer a question of whether to abandon them or not!

If those people discovered that they wanted to get rid of them, there would be mutiny.

At that time, there would be infighting even before they fought against the foreign races.

Plus these crazy survivors would definitely vent their grievances on those who had abandoned them in desperation.

"Shelter Leader Lu, Shelter Leader Lu, what are you laughing at?"

"Cry if you feel sad. Don't hold your emotions back. We… We won't laugh at you!"

After Zhang Long finished reading the data written on the paper, the meeting room turned quiet. However, what everyone did not expect was that Shelter Leader Lu, who had been sitting in the center of the room, started acting abnormally and began to laugh wildly.

His laugh sounded crazy, relieved, and unbridled, all at the same time.

This was completely different from the persona that Lu Yongyi had maintained in front of everyone previously!

This worried them; thinking that this man of steel could not hold it together anymore and was about to collapse under pressure.

However, the next second, Shelter Leader Lu, who was laughing so hard that he had burst into tears, stood up directly in front of everyone.

Under everyone's astonished eyes, he exhorted loudly and resoundingly.

"Look at you guys. You look so petty and cowardly!"

"20 thousand? Before tomorrow, we need to gather 25 thousand rafts! Do not let any of these rafts slip away!"

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Chapter 391: All Hail the Almighty Su, A Promise From the Community!

At a certain stage, the increase in population could be seen as a meal too delicious to give up. However, at another stage, it could also become an extremely strong poison.

When Lu Yongyi's 'excited' shouting ended, the other people sitting in the cabin did not express any dissenting opinions nor did they agree with him.

Of course, there was a trace of pity on everyone's faces. They were looking at each other and shaking their heads, not batting an eyelid.

He had been such a good leader. Now, he had gone crazy just from this.

Yes, at this moment, after seeing Lu Yongyi's performance, no one took him seriously.

Even the captains who had previously firmly supported Lu Yongyi had a trace of sadness and confusion on their faces at this time. Their expectations for the future had completely tanked.

The situation was getting out of control. Their big ship was merely an ant that was slightly stronger at best, and they would have no real resistance in the face of a real disaster.

After the ecstasy on Lu Yongyi's face faded ten seconds later, he put on an expression of unabashed confidence again.

This time, the people in the cabin were shocked!

"Shelter Leader Lu, no way. You can't be serious. Are we really going to continue to link these raft refugees?"

"Now our battlefront has been stretched to two and a half miles long. If we keep gathering them, we will not be able to defend our battlefront even if it's stretched to 10 or 20 miles."

"Shelter Leader Lu, please think twice. A few of us can still use the absorbent gum to resist the last wave of the tsunami disaster, but normal civilians will surely die!"

"If we work hard, we can save a lot of these people, but if that initial number is tripled or quintupled, unless… Unless you become the Almighty Su, this will surely be a deadly failure!"

"…"

Everyone was speaking at the same time, and at this moment, no one was saying that they had given up.

Just like the broken windows theory, when there were few rafts, everyone found it difficult or almost impossible to accept these other people.

However, according to the data reported by Zhang Long, the number of these rafts might surge to 30 thousand or 50 thousand in three days…

With their current number of over 10 thousand rafts, everyone could accept them in an instant, and they had also thought about how to resist and break up the situation.

Lu Yongyi, who was standing in the center of the conference room, did not rush to refute these people. Instead, he gestured with one hand, signaling everyone to be quiet for the time being.

Thanks to the accumulation of power in the past few days, the dozen or so captains of the big ships in the conference room quickly calmed down.

For a short while, there was only the sound of everyone's slightly heavy breathing in the cabin.

Their eyes were fixed on Lu Yongyi's face, and they were waiting to see what he would do next.

"What if the tsunami disaster on the last day doesn't come, but instead, ends immediately?" Lu Yongyi asked while staring at the chat box on the game panel. He did not directly answer everyone's questions.

It was easy to say, but when the words had sunken into everyone's hearts…

A monstrous wave emerged in an instant!

What? The last day of the tsunami disaster would not come? It would immediately end?

With this, everyone suddenly became restless. Although they were holding themselves back, they still had looks of surprise and disbelief on their faces.

At present, if they were to classify the threat to human beings in the ocean…

If they classified the threat of gathering all foreign races, encircling billions of human beings, and starting a three-clan war as a first-level threat, then the threat to human beings would be several times that threat on the last day of this tsunami. It could be seen as a level five threat, or even a level ten one!

In the twelve battlefield areas and the surrounding waters, the fluctuation of the tsunami on the seventh day would be more than ten times worse than the first day, according to the advance notice for the disaster.

Although the hundreds-of-meters-tall waves rising from the sea surface would not hit them directly, it was the same as previous rains and storms.

After the waves lost momentum in the air, they would quickly fall with the acceleration of gravity, smashing violently against the sea.

It would be fine if this kind of smash was only a single blow. Humans would still be able to support themselves by relying on the excess absorbent gum from the last rainstorm.

However, judging from the current situation, this kind of smashing would last for a full twelve hours and would happen as many as two hundred times!

Under the attack of such terrifying waves, even a large ship would be riddled with holes if it had not fallen apart by the end of the disaster. It would be very difficult to maintain.

Needless to say, a raft could be smashed into pieces with just one wave.

Because of this, the captains of these large ships would be anxious when more and more rafts gathered near the fleet and completely exceeded the damage repair limit that the fleet could withstand after the tsunami.

However, if the tsunami did not come on the last day…

Looking at the suntanned faces of the people around him and then back at Lu Yongyi, who was standing in the center with his brows completely stretched out, everyone instantly understood what Lu Yongyi had said earlier.

"Shelter Leader Lu, on the last day, are we fighting…"

With a little speculation and shock, as someone who used to be in favor of abandoning the rafts, a huge change took place in Zhang Long's mind.

He had figured out this bold plan in his heart based on Lu Yongyi's previous words.

"Yes, I've got the complete message, and within the next two hours, all our official ships will also receive instructions from the higher-ups.

"We have a solution to this tsunami disaster, but the price is that we have to fight…

"The three-clan war!"

Not keeping everyone in suspense, after saying the last sentence, Lu Yongyi turned off the panel. His face was full of unprecedented fortitude.

His fists were clenched, but unlike the previous trembling caused by the entanglement, this time, everyone could feel the murderous aura that suddenly emanated from him.

The generals of the civilized era were all kind and amiable.

However, if you could find those precious videos of them during wartime, you could see that there was undisguised murderousness in their eyes.

Now, Lu Yongyi looked like them.

Human beings had never been afraid of strong enemies, and they were not afraid of difficulties and obstacles, especially the Huaxians.

Fighting against natural disasters was beyond the scope of these people's thinking, so it would make them feel at a loss.

Then, you would suddenly tell them that your goals had changed. It was no longer unknown natural disasters, but tangible foreign races!

You would win if you killed all of these foreign races.

The change of target would not make these people feel lost. It would instead…

Give them unimaginable excitement and an unfathomable thrill!

The fighting genes lying dormant in the Huaxians bodies had not faded away just because of half a century of peace.

In less than five minutes, when the captains in the room began to receive direct notifications from officials one after another, the previously-lifeless conference room was suddenly filled with a trace of anxiety.

Lu Yongyi did not interrupt these people as they accepted the messages that were sent out.

Sitting in the center of the conference room, he violently grabbed at something from the void.

A large drawing board with a length of about five feet and a width of two to two and a half feet appeared and landed on the table.

Then, he took out the first three sheets of white paper from the drawing board with great distress, leaving only the last one on the board.

When it detected that only the final piece of paper was left and sensed what Lu Yongyi intended to do, an image of an ink painting slowly appeared on this piece of paper.

After observing these images for a while, everyone instantly reflected on what the colors of the image represented.

The red dots represented humans.

The black dots represented the foreign races.

From the number of dots, human beings had completely overwhelmed the foreign races. There were as many as 70 thousand of them.

There were not even 10 thousand black spots in the end.

However, in terms of behavior, these black dots were not losing out just because of their numbers, and they had some power over the red dots. They looked like a pocket firmly holding the 70 thousand red dots within them.

"Shelter Leader Lu, are we going to fight now?"

As the most powerful ship owner of all ships aside from Tundra One, Zhang Long immediately reacted as he looked at the map.

Just like when he had been determined to abandon it all, a murderous aura spilled from his mouth when he said he was going to fight.

"We'll fight! Since we have decided to fight in the three-clan war, keeping these beasts will only make it more and more difficult for us. We might as well take advantage of the current situation.

"We'll find a way to get them first!"

Looking at everyone in front of him, Lu Yongyi slammed his hand on the table and set the tone.

This time, the other captains sitting in the cabin did not say anything contradictory. They immediately began to discuss battle plans based on the data on the map!

…

[Lu Yongyi: Su Mo, I have received all the news!]

[Lu Yongyi: I have forwarded it all to our Dragon Flag Shelter and they are reporting this to the shelter leader. We will notify you as soon as there is news.]

[Lu Yongyi: Shelter Leader Long has approved your proposal and is in the process of negotiating plans with other large shelters.]

[Lu Yongyi: The plan has been agreed to and approved. Now there are a total of 694800 official ships in the wasteland ocean. They have been notified one after another and will start to act in accordance with the plan immediately. It is expected that more than 80% of people will be gathered within two days.]

[Lu Yongyi: The meticulous division of our battlefield area will be completed within four hours. After that, I will send you the map of the divided battlefield area.]

[Lu Yongyi: Su Mo, your contribution this time is just in time for us human beings! Shelter Leader Long and the shelter leaders of other top-level shelters thank you immensely for your contribution to mankind! After this battle is over, the community, who will have a newly-established shared future with mankind will not let you sacrifice yourself in vain. There will be real rewards for you. Anyway, all hail the Almighty Su!]

The previous night was a sleepless night for Su Mo. When he woke up, it was eleven o'clock in wasteland time again.

Su Mo immediately opened the game panel and checked all the information sent by Lu Yongyi.

There were six messages and the time between each message was no more than half an hour.

It could be seen that in the wasteland, after implementing the great principle of respecting strength, the speed of handling emergencies in large human shelters had also kept up with the times.

In just an hour, all the large ships in the wasteland that were related to the officials had received the news from the official release.

In the next two days, humans would have a 'race' with foreign races!

Once these raft warriors and large ships were united, they would at least have a chance to save their lives even if their combat power was still not enough to attack foreign races.

These gathering spots for humans would not be in any danger until the foreign races had assembled teams of sufficient sizes.

When the war began, even if there were human casualties, it would not be so unacceptable.

According to the calculations of the data model, around 40% of human beings could eventually go to the New World.

This quantity was extremely impressive!

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Chapter 392: The Raft Ferry, the Power of the Medium-Sized Machine Tool!

What was March 6th in Wasteland time was humanity's 65th day of survival.

After two months of difficulties and struggles, the time kept on Earth gradually disappeared from the memories of more and more survivors.

Most people's senses of time were inaccurate, as they did not have the time to remember what day it was. They only knew that today was the fourth day of the tsunami disaster.

When the disaster restarted at 8 o'clock, every time the tsunami hit, the duration in between would fluctuate from half an hour to an hour and a half.

Likewise, the resting period also increased to half an hour, which gave the survivors more time to repair the damages.

However, unlike the past three days, the World Channel's wind finally changed!

At 12 o'clock, the organization members who had disappeared for two months seemed to emerge from the horizon. Everyone could see them.

It was not just that they had returned. They had also brought news with them that cheered everyone up.

Everyone assembled!

There were almost seven hundred thousand ships from the organization scattered around the Wasteland. They began to gather the survivors in the area to brace through the disasters.

Since the regions were divided up differently, only 1500 regions were found.

The humans in these areas had to follow the organization's lead and head towards the corresponding location to gather and withstand the disasters together.

It had to be mentioned that the organization was not dormant for no reason.

If they had come out to maintain the stability on the first day in the Wasteland, asking the humans to gather together and not fear any disasters, it would have definitely left a positive impact in the short run.

Especially considering how the organization had had to start back up from scratch during these two months without any materials or ability to support their follow-up actions.

However, in the early stages, all that prior vigor would have become a kind of poison that festered in every survivor's mind. It would have led to the credibility and authority of the organization collapsing and vanishing right away.

Therefore, the organization had always been waiting.

They were waiting for an excellent chance, waiting for an opportunity to turn things around, waiting for the chance to win the turn-around battle.

Now, in the eyes of the officials, this chance…

Had finally come!

Battlefield division region 816.

According to how the regions had been previously divided, the area should be on the edge of Region Number 8's battlefield area. Region Number 5 could be entered by driving a few hundred miles further and straight into Region Number 3.

Additionally, the organization had set up an assembly point near the center of Region Number 5's battlefield area.

At this time, it had just struck three o'clock, the time the tsunami would break out.

When compared to the tsunami from three days ago, the magnitude of the one today was much more intense. The surface of the sea seemed to have Parkinson's as it shook violently. From time to time, there would also be waves several tens of meters tall that would rise and heavily beat against the surface of the sea.

However, for the survivors…

Today's atmosphere was much calmer than the days before!

After a long time of gathering, not only were the big and small boats linked together, but the raft warriors also followed suit to link the rafts together!

They took out the hemp rope, homemade chains, animal tendons, and other resilient items they had prepared when they went to sea earlier, jumped into the water, and tied the rafts securely to each other.

At first, there were ten rafts. However, even after linking hundreds of rafts together, there was not much of a change other than the contraption being a bit bigger.

Everyone was astonished and curiously walked across the rafts as if they were visiting someone's home and relieving themselves of the loneliness of drifting in the sea.

Not long after, as more and more rafts were linked together, the number of rafts exceeded a thousand…

A quantitative change had finally led to qualitative change!

[Raft ferry (normal)]

[Description: A uniquely-shaped ship was formed by linking thousands of rafts securely together, leading it to having a new and stronger ship route]

[Strengthened route one: When the rafts are at a secured state, all raft owners can directly contribute to the material's disaster points to strengthen the raft ferry (Note: When the rafts are separated, the strength awarded will be evenly distributed to each connected raft)]

[Strengthened route two: When the rafts are strengthened to a decent quality, the first route for the raft ferry will be opened and headed towards Oasis of the Sea]

[Strengthened route three: When the rafts are strengthened to a level of excellent quality, the second route for the raft ferry will be opened and headed towards Moving Island]

[Strengthened…]

The raft warriors who fought alone, besides Sun Xian, did not have many points or materials left to upgrade the rafts.

More than 70% of the people were either lacking materials or lacking points.

At this moment, after unexpectedly allowing everyone to strengthen their own rafts, the ones with materials would share materials and the ones with points would share points.

The material of the raft ferry underwent many drastic changes in an instant. Even the toughness of the raft's body increased by several levels!

On the shaky surface of the sea, because the area of the ferry was spread out too wide, it resembled a leaf floating on the surface of the water and could not be stable.

The raft warrior who had initially fallen behind now had a fighting ability no weaker than a small ship and was better than big ships in terms of comfort after the rafts were tied together.

At that moment, the tsunami arrived.

The warriors that usually madly panicked did not tightly grab onto the raft and beg the gods for mercy like they had before.

Instead, they walked on the raft ferry cautiously and observed the state of the outside world.

Unlike with the storm of the outside world, this type of change excited them.

They excitedly looked at the sea beyond the raft ferry and were curious to feel the changes in the ferry after investing so many materials and points into strengthening it.

"Eh, hurry and come look at what's that!"

"Oh my gosh, what the hell is this!"

Suddenly, a loud cry attracted everyone's attention.

The loud cry had come from two middle-aged men who stood at the edge of the raft ferry.

They pointed to beneath the sea's surface, their expressions as if they had seen a ghost. They thought they had glimpsed a ship. A ship that could only be seen on the television in the civilized era had passed by quickly under the water.

However, it was different from television. The speed of this ship was terrifyingly fast.

Just like an illusion, as the people curiously gathered around them, the ship under the water disappeared without a trace, as it had never appeared at all.

"I clearly saw a ship passing by beneath us!"

Other people wanted to refute when they heard the two middle-aged men bickering. On the other side of the raft ferry, another similar voice cried out, "Damn, there are ships beneath the sea?!"

At that moment, there were two groups of people who witnessed it. It immediately caused a stir on the whole raft ferry.

Everyone curiously peeked over the edge of the raft ferry and hoped to see the ship they had mentioned.

Unfortunately, the tsunami had made the sea a little muddy, so there was no sign of any ship in anyone's field of view.

"A ghost ship?"

"No, what I saw was a warship, it was… the type of warship we have on Earth!"

"Warship? You're crazy. Have you ever seen a warship under the sea? What I saw… was a submarine from the warship department!"

"Holy sh*t, I didn't notice the ship's appearance. But I did notice that a black bear making an ugly face at me …"

"Yeah man, I saw two peacocks that looked like chicken!"

"Pass it on, just now a human ship passed us from under the sea. The foreign races will be taken away soon!"

"Pass it on, there were a total of three hundred ships that passed by. Every one of them was carrying cannon missiles…"

"…"

As more and more raft warriors joined the discussion, the news that the few people heard started to become more outrageous.

As the outrageous remarks spread, even the ones who had seen the ships themselves became doubtful.

Naturally, Su Mo, who had boarded Hope One and left for hundreds of miles, was oblivious to the joy the sand sculptures were having on the sea's surface.

As Hope One set sailed at full speed, it scanned the humans that went straight to hiding in the seabed to avoid being included in the plan.

The time to meet with Tundra One's fleet was cut short again.

According to the current progress, even if Tundra One's fleet stayed still in one spot, Hope One would still arrive on time before dawn on the 9th.

If Hope One's mid-journey was smoother, it would also be possible to arrive on the night of the 8th.

[Captain Su Mo, there is no human activity within 120 miles, and the current remaining submerge time is: 2 hours 38 minutes]

"Float up!"

Su Mo, who was standing at the deck of the second level of Hope One, casually waved his hand to the side as he heard the command from the operating system through the headset.

In an instant, Hope One, which had been traveling on the seabed for over 100 feet, slowly floated up. It took 26 seconds to completely change from being under the water to above.

Even with these changes, under the epic-quality of comfort that had been added to this medium-sized machine tool, Su Mo did not feel a single bump.

Compared to the miniature machine tool, the medium-sized machine tool that was currently placed in the innermost warehouse of the second level's deck was frighteningly large.

From the front to back, the machine tool was roughly fifteen meters long. With the slight magical design included, it was vastly different compared to the humans' machine tool.

In terms of the characteristics of the machine tool, the weight alone is daunting as it reached a terrifying weight of 65 tons!

These types of weaponry should not be around at this point in time. However, because there had been a violation in operation, Su Mo could see the potential of the mysterious technology.

"This battery was used to supply excess power for Hope One. However, after charging for two days, it still can't be fully charged.

"If this was placed in an underground shelter, just charging it would cost a terrifying amount of resources!"

Similarly to the miniature machine tool, the requirement to use the medium-sized machine tool for the first time was to fully charge it.

However, more than two days—over 50 hours—had passed since it was placed to charge, yet there was still the last 1% remaining for it to be fully charged to 100%.

According to the progress, the last 1% would take roughly half an hour to be fully charged.

When it came to energy consumption, it would not be an exaggeration to call it an energy

guzzler.

That was why Hope One could source excess energy from the water. That could be used as a temporary solution. However, if it were to be brought onto land, it would not be able to be used at all.

Nevertheless, Su Mo did not stay idle in these two days of waiting.

After some trial and error, he had a basic grasp of how to use the medium-sized machine tool.

The previous two designs that were obtained from deconstructing the vertical launchers were almost immediately imported by Su Mo. When the time came, the manufacturing process could start instantly.

"According to Hope One's current inventory, they can produce roughly 85 rounds of the R-1 rocket launcher.

"Although the power of this thing is more or less the same as a naval artillery, it has a shocking range of over 300 kilometers which is capable of destroying fixed targets.

"As for the R-3 short-range ballistic missile, hopefully, it isn't much weaker than Dongfeng. If not, it can only rely on survival points to strengthen itself!"

Su Mo opened the system panel and glanced at the lower right corner. After a long period of accumulation, the survival points exceeded seventy-five thousand survival points. Su Mo was calm and patiently waited for the machine tool to be fully charged.

As planned, after thirty-five minutes passed, the last 1% of the machine tool's battery was fully replenished.

The moment Su Mo saw the 100% battery indicator pop up, he pressed the red start button in the middle of the machine tool.

The press of the button seemed to have activated some mechanisms.

An indescribable rumbling sound began to slowly spread from inside of the machine tool, and the entire ship seemed to tremble.

However, in the next second, as a golden light flashed on the walls and floors, the rumbling sound disappeared in an instant.

In Su Mo's field of sight, a 65-inch sized creation panel quickly popped out, as if the machine tool was ready to be used.

At the same time, the classic level-up sound heard in games started to play.

[Record: It has been detected that the probability of player "Su Mo" passing this disaster exceeds 99%. He is the only player in the world who has received this achievement.]

[Record: Rewarded with one chance to win the "intermediate" lucky draw..]

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Chapter 393: Sun-Chaser Speedboat, Strong Enough To Push Through!

Along with the sound of the game alert, when Su Mo saw the purple celebratory interface with gold borders and a faint texture change, his expression was very peculiar.

As the senior 'disaster-resistant' figure walking ahead of everyone else at the forefront of mankind, this was the second time he had seen this.

Tracing back the first time, the timeline had to be moved back to two months ago, the day before the novice acid rain disaster arrived.

During that time, the Underground Shelter had been upgraded to stone and had a complete drain pipe. The game acknowledged that the chances of surviving the disaster were more than 99%.

Since that time, during the following snowstorm, welfare disaster, and even during the arrival of the ocean, it was as if this notification had vanished, never to be heard of again.

Now, with the catalysis of the medium-sized machine that did not belong to this stage, a change happened!

The Hope One did not have a 99% guarantee to survive the tsunami disaster, but the medium-sized machine did.

"Compared to my first prize draw, there's now a 'medium-level' prefix.

"Let me see just what this good stuff is!"

With curiosity, Su Mo's thought about it. He controlled his focus to select the records.

A seven-color wheel spinner that had not changed from before popped out, reflecting the light in the shining warehouse.

Unlike the prize item that popped out in the last prize draw, the wheel had one more area this time.

Looking at it, the wheel was divided into seven areas, which were: pets, blueprints, tools, props, instruments, transcendental blessings, and vehicles.

With the slow passage of time, the game was constantly updating the items that could be obtained in the prize draw according to the current situation.

After tapping a few areas on the wheel to check what the prizes inside were like, Su Mo did not hesitate any longer and firmly pressed the prize draw button.

Now, compared to the prizes in the first prize draw, the rarity balance of the items in the wheel had improved a lot.

However, there was no item that could compare to the Hope One or the medium-sized machine, the vertical launch module, or the Mountain and Sea Painting Scroll card.

Among all the prizes, the transcendental blessing, which was considered the best, only had a 0.00004% chance of drawing the worst blessing. The chances of drawing the best blessing were even more extreme.

In front of the '1' digit, there were more than 30 zeroes. Just looking at it made one's vision blur.

The vehicle prizes', which there were many of, the best prize was merely an excellent-quality speedboat.

Even it only had a 0.006% chance of being drawn!

"At this stage, this kind of prize is alright for normal people. No matter what is drawn, it can increase their survival chances.

"But for me, most of this stuff isn't worth the dust on my shoe!"

He smiled as he watched the needle slow down. Even when it passed the transcendental blessing, Su Mo did not worry and quietly waited for it to stop.

During this wait, Su Mo's expression gradually turned odd.

Without him, it was like the game had sensed his thoughts.

The needle slowly went past all the areas and finally landed on the area of a vehicle that had newly appeared.

When it neared this vehicle, it looked like the needle had hit a great resistance and found it very difficult to keep moving. In dozens of seconds, with its final momentum, it moved past the rubbish vehicle prize in front and stopped at the vehicle…

Which was the best prize!

[Record: Congratulations to player Su Mo for drawing the vehicle grand prize: "Transoceanic Speedboat (excellent quality)"*1]

…

[Record: It has been detected that player Su Mo has drawn the grand prize for the first time. The game will give you an upgrade opportunity.]

[Record: Congratulations to player Su Mo! Your vehicle grand prize "Transoceanic Speedboat (excellent-quality)" has automatically been upgraded to "Great Fortune Speedboat (rare-quality)"]

[Record: It has been detected that player Su Mo has drawn a rare-quality item for the first time in the game's prize draw and has automatically gained an upgrade opportunity.]

[Record: Congratulations to player Su Mo! Your vehicle grand prize "Great Fortune Speedboat (rare-quality)" has automatically been upgraded to "Sun-chaser Speedboat (epic-quality)"]

???

"Man, you've added on all this!"

Staring at the game as it acted like a broken record, upgrading the mere excellent-quality speedboat that he could do without all the way to epic-quality, a surprised joy appeared on Su Mo's face!

"I never thought that I could actually draw an epic-quality item in a mere normal prize draw.

"Though I have the Hope One now and probably won't use this speedboat for a while, I can still whip this out during critical moments for a great boost!"

Seeing the prize confirmation, Su Mo tutted with amazement as he tapped the switch on the prize draw panel.

Still, when the game sent out a prompt on whether he wanted to receive the speedboat, after he looked through its properties, Su Mo was in no hurry to receive it.

Though the special ability given by the epic quality of this speedboat called the Sun-chaser could not currently be seen, for its basic properties, it was marked that the speedboat was a full fifty feet long and thirteen feet wide.

It was also nearly twenty feet tall. Even on Earth, it would be considered a luxurious speedboat.

With the Hope One's warehouse capacity, storing such a big guy was not a problem.

However, if he let it out now and wanted to use it later, he would have to face the problem of carefully taking it out of the warehouse.

"Drawing such a large item means that it can be kept in the game panel for 30 days. This is quite a blessing!

"In that case, I'll keep it in there for now!"

He looked at the Sun-chaser speedboat in the game receival panel a little hungrily. However, when he thought about the big battle waiting for him, Su Mo quickly turned off the game panel and pulled his attention back.

At the moment, considering the Evil God beings behind the Five Royal Clans, the five R-3 ballistic missiles definitely had to be made.

The materials for the ballistic missiles, from the thermally-insulated casing to the energized warhead to the small missile-borne engine in the tail, were all gifts from the Fertile Soil God of the Ocean.

Even if they were the most basic materials, they were still excellent-quality, not bad at all.

With the machine tool strictly following the blueprint's standards in the creation, there definitely would not be any problems.

However, to make the missile stronger—aside from these basic materials—the explosives that filled the warhead could not be ignored, either.

Even so, the Fertile Soil God of the Ocean did not have any of these explosives' materials in stock, so it was up to Su Mo to think of a way.

"There are still plenty of raw materials on the Hope One at the moment. With a workbench, I can continue configuring explosives.

"But if I want to maximize the power of each missile, I will have to dismantle some of the cannonballs from the Annihilator!"

Upon debugging the medium-sized machine tool's menu and making a few selections, Su Mo gradually grew familiar with using the machine tool.

Unlike the small machine tool, once this was upgraded to its current medium size, the entire machine tool had developed a somewhat 'saucy operation' unexplainable by modern technology.

Even for the R-3 ballistic missiles—after providing enough material, the machine tool could mold and form it in one go and store it in its own output area.

As for equipping the R-3 ballistic missiles with nuclear warheads, the Hope One did not have the conditions nor power necessary.

Hence, after inputting these five missiles' basic materials, the only way for Su Mo to meet the missiles' final requirement was…

Be strong enough to push through!

He used even more of the TNT strengthened by psychic energy water to strengthen the warheads' lethality, trying to use quantity to make up for the difference in quality.

Even if the Five Royal Clans' Evil God was even stronger than the Heavenly Dog Pseudo God, he could still increase his power by having the system use up some survival points.

Having clarified the idea, Su Mo did not dawdle any longer. He hurried back to the place he stored the cannonballs and called the foreign race soldiers to start "dismantling the cannonball".

The foreign race soldiers were quite happy with this kind of manual labor.

Aside from Moore continuously protesting at one side, in just four hours, 500 cannonballs had been dismantled, and the explosives inside sent to the machine tool's materials area.

Compared to the missiles of the civilized era, because of the rare-quality bomb engine as well as the vertical launch module's addition, the R-3 would have even stronger load capacity and power.

Based on the current data calculation, the future missiles' take-off weight would reach 69.8 tons, and the payload would also reach a terrifying 6.6 tons!

However, this…

Was still not enough!

As a Huaxian who had the fear of firepower engraved into his DNA, while the foreign races busied themselves, Su Mo did not remain idle either.

On the workbench, four mechanics had started moving and started creating the TNT wave by wave according to the process,

Su Mo did not plan to be frugal with the raw materials. After planning out the explosives for the bazooka, the rest were basically all put into the R-3 missiles.

Su Mo was not the slightest bit stingy even with the psychic energy water, filling it up to the max!

With this addition, even if they were really up against a nuclear bomb of the same weight, there would still be a gap as large as the space between the skies and the ground between them. However, compared to the previous Dongfeng-17 equipped with conventional warheads, these were much stronger!

With this preparation, as his eyes fixed onto the medium-sized machine tool, a notification finally popped up saying that the five missiles would need 48 hours to create. After it entered the creation phase, hearing the OS announce it was 7 o'clock at night, Su Mo released a long breath and returned to the main deck.

At that time, the outside world's sky had gradually darkened, and the sun had also fallen below the horizon.

Because the moon had not yet fully climbed up into the sky, aside from the sound of waves lapping, the entire wasteland ocean looked deep and frightening.

However, no matter how the outer world and environment changed, Su Mo deeply understood that…

From now on, across the entire wasteland ocean, no matter where each human had come from, they would all be entering the final sprint.

Moreover, the preparation time for this final sprint would not be too long. They were left with the final…

55 hours!

Chapter 394: In Place! The Eve Of The Counterattack

"What do you want to eat tonight? It's our last chance. Starting tomorrow, we'll have to be combat-ready.

"When that starts, before the battle is over, hungry people will only be able to eat instant noodles. Anything good can't even be dreamed of, hah!"

At 7.30 in the wasteland, after determining that everything was in place, Su Mo sat at the open deck of the second floor, enjoying a rare moment of rest.

At the moment, all the plans had been completed. The humans were also all eagerly preparing, only waiting for the sound of the war, the three races' horn, to sound on the last day of the tsunami.

On the other side, the foreign terrestrial races and foreign marine races stopped for the time due to yesterday's conflicts.

Although there was occasionally still a little friction, nothing big actually happened.

Of course, Su Mo knew the reality of things.

This kind of peace could not be maintained for long. It was very likely that once the foreign races caught on to the humans' plans…

The storm would come earlier.

However, before that—at least, for tonight—humans would enjoy one last peaceful night, recovering their energy and stamina completely.

"Moore… Moore wants to eat… hot pot!"

Because he had dismantled many cannonballs during the day, Moore—who had been upset—instantly turned starry-eyed when food was mentioned. Drool dripped from the corner of his mouth.

His good-for-nothing appearance naturally made Oreo snicker disdainfully beside him.

However, curiously, Oreo did not object. After thinking about it, he nodded his doggy head.

After seeing the remaining Connie, as well as Big Spark and Little Spark give their vote of approval, Su Mo immediately stood up and strode down to the kitchen below deck.

After about half an hour of preparation, Su Mo chose to have their last feast on the main deck.

The foreign race soldiers who had been busy the whole afternoon also benefited from this decision.

Although all they got were the leftovers from the ingredients, the bottom of the pot was still very good. Even if the food had to be eaten off the soles of shoes, it would still taste good.

Thus, after Su Mo announced that they could begin eating, the foreign races ate like they were demolishing the food. The sounds of many of them chewing until their tongues clicked could even be heard.

Sitting at the main desk, seeing the four little ones and Connie eat extremely happily, Su Mo waved his hand. He picked up the bottle of sake beside the table and stood up.

"No worries, you guys eat. I don't have much of an appetite today!"

Waving his hand, Su Mo went all the way down to the main deck's fourth floor, which was also where the Defense Master's place was, and slowly sat down.

This place was Hope One's highest peak, and also its 'quietest' place.

Sitting here, he could see the distant sea with its shining waves and the bright moon floating above the ocean.

"Not sure what the people in the village are doing today. Iron Rock Mountain is near the sea. There will probably not be many foreign races who would want to blindly attack us!

"Because the Tundra fleet has a lot of people, although the situation will be a little difficult, with my supporting weapons, it should be enough for me to hold on without worries!

"Still, what exactly is the magic weapon that those large human shelters have in their hands…"

Sipping the sake in his hand, Su Mo's thoughts slowly faded, flowing with the ocean into the distance.

…

Ocean Battlefield 308.

This was the Tundra fleet's current location.

After a few days of sailing over the ocean, even though the fleet progress had been delayed a lot, they still slowly entered Battlefield Three's edges with the spur of the sea breeze.

Unlike what Su Mo imagined, the Tundra fleet that had still been lifeless three days ago was like the Hope One tonight, all lit up and enjoying a feast.

"Shelter Leader Lu, I want to toast you with this cup! I never thought our fleet would get to enjoy good stuff like this too!"

"If we had known before, we would have gone around the world and fought these foreign races straight on, beat them up!"

"That's right! You guys don't know this, but when these foreign races saw our machine gun fire, they were scared silly! When we shot our arrows afterward, they didn't react at all.

"It's just a pity that 3000 foreign marine races fled quickly and weren't captured. Otherwise, this wave would've been obliterated!"

On the Tundra One's main deck, a large table had been propped up.

Sitting around the table were the Tundra fleet's ship captains.

At the moment, although the dishes in front of everyone were not very luxurious, and all they had in hand was a weak tea made from hot water, the tea that they were drinking tasted like celebratory wine.

At seven o'clock in the morning, after deciding to fight this battle, all the captains were decisive and made a complete plan of attack at noon.

After four hours of hatching the plan, Zhang Long, the data manager, gave them a data model.

Based on the data model's calculation, even if the Tundra fleet could win, the damage rate would be at around 25%.

In other words, based on the Tundra fleet's current numbers, after fighting this battle, the fact that at least 15 thousand people would die was an inescapable one.

Compared to the 10 thousand foreign races, being able to use 1.5 times the number of people to win this battle was definitely a big victory, and a rare one in the wasteland.

However, the truth proved…

That all the captains were really naive!

When Lu Yongyi requested at the beginning for the Tundra One to dash to the forefront, everybody thought he just wanted to take the lead.

As for the actual means of attack, each big ship was basically the same to everybody.

Aside from shooting at them with bows and crossbows, they would throw heavy objects, use the advantage of height to smash down, and at worst, throw some homemade explosives.

Even if the Tundra One had firepower weapons, there were not too many. If they really wanted to kill, they would still have to get up close and personal in a close-combat battle.

However, when the battle horn blew, the moment the raft warriors in the front row and the foreign marine races met…

Under all the captains' panicked gazes, the Tundra One's main deck sounded off!

As for the Tundra One, after a few days of getting on and off the ship, none of them were strangers anymore. They all felt they had a good grasp of Tundra One's combat abilities.

However, at this moment, when they saw the modern weapons spitting fire maniacally on either side of the Tundra One's main deck, they were dumbfounded!

The foreign marine races below were also…

Dumbfounded!

This was a slaughter—a slaughter with unevenly matched combat abilities!

Pardon them!

Their side was holding wooden sticks and changdaos, and plenty of them were even barehanded. On the other hand, the other party was up high and looking down on them as they held machine guns, rifles, pistols for the final blow. With enough bullets, what price would have to be paid for their own side to be able to break through the firepower defense made up of these steel weapons!

In order to answer this question, the foreign marine races paid a terrible price. In just two and a half minutes, they had more than 1800 casualties.

Real firepower weapons were not like in dramas where a person could suffer four or five rounds of bullets yet still stumble around like a normal person, let alone hold up a bayonet to give the shooter a shock.

With these large-caliber bullets, anyone grazed by them would be injured, and anyone hit would die.

In very crowded situations, aiming would not even be needed. One would only have to pull the trigger on a Type 80 machine gun and fire, and they would be done with it.

In just two and a half minutes, there were close to 2000 casualties, destroying the foreign marine races' morale immediately. With the same quickness and turbulence as when they had come, they left.

At this time, even if they were fools, they knew their chance had come!

No longer using machine guns or rifles, and only relying on their small pistols for the final blow when needed, the fleet chased the foreign marine races for four or five nautical miles and finally killed more than 7000 enemies!

"I think we still can't be careless. Now their numbers are far fewer than ours, and we had the information advantage in the first wave. Only by letting them openly battle with us on the frontlines will our heavy firearms be able to achieve such an extreme result.

"And once they're made to react, they'll lurk underwater, rushing all the way into our crowds to attack.

"At that time, we'll be at risk of friendly fire. We definitely can't spray bullets like we're doing now. The threat to them will be a lot less, and if their numbers are more than right now, that'd be even more troublesome!"

While everyone was celebrating, a criticizing voice suddenly rang out, sounding very discordant.

However, after thinking carefully about this captain's words, the other celebrating people also calmed down, all nodding in agreement.

"Liu Neng is right. We still have to be alert.

"This is a prolonged battle. We have to fight all the way to the New World. No matter how much ammunition Shelter Leader Lu has here, it can't support the whole journey.

"Therefore, we have to train the normal survivors below us and form a tactical circle. It's very important to build our fleet's defense line."

With Zhang Long's added words, the others also let go of their celebratory spirits and started brainstorming noisily, contributing to the fleet's combat abilities.

Watching this scene, Lu Yongyi—who was sitting in the main seat—was also fully in agreement.

Still, even when the dinner was finally over, Lu Yongyi did not say nor express a single opinion.

For him, someone had been trained in the army on Earth and had learned a lot of combat knowledge, unlike the captains below with their empty discussions, Lu Yongyi had his own things to consider.

Two hours before, the officials had given all the bigwigs in the fleet a message.

The message had not been complicated. It only expressed that all the human large-scale shelters' ships would be in place by night. Once the time came, things would start off at once.

Aside from these, the only request in the message was for all of the fleet to be on high alert and stay combat-ready. They should be ready to begin at any moment.

There was no problem understanding the meaning of this message's words, but there was a faint feeling behind them that made Lu Yongyi uneasy.

In just two months, nobody knew what tactics these humans had up their sleeves aside from the actual people carrying it out.

Whether these tactics could work, and whether the effect was good or not, were not revealed.

Not a single person who knew about it could relax.

"Two more days. In two days, we can meet Su Mo again…

"We must hold on for these two days!"

After evaluating the message and the meet-up time Su Mo had sent once again, Lu Yongyi suppressed the unease in his heart and hurried back to the cabin. He took out the drawing board he had used for detection before and started operating it again.

…

Ocean Battlefield 001.

This was the furthest spot on the entire battlefield and also currently the safest.

No survivors had set foot here, and even the foreign marine and terrestrial races had not assigned any troops here.

It seemed that this was the best place to hide, but once the war of the three races started, wanting to go to the New World from here was as difficult as rushing all the way from the gates of hell to heaven!

Tonight, however, not long after the midnight clock sounded, four large ships quietly sailed into this area under the gentle caress of moonlight.

Though the models of these four ships could not be seen in detail under the night sky, from their lengths, one could see that the smallest one was also more than 60 meters long!

Moreover, the largest was even larger than the Hope One, reaching more than a hundred meters!

Though they were still wooden ships, if their combat abilities could be quantified, any of these four large ships could destroy the Tundra One.

At this moment, even though it was nearly one at night, the peak of the fleet's largest ship was still brightly lit!

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Chapter 395: Shocking Counterattack, the Humans Have Finally Broke Out!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Humans would never fight unprepared battles, even in the wasteland!

Of course, the Dragon Flag Shelter had started from nothing, and it had managed to grow into such a size, a huge fleet running four ships.

Not because of the terrifying strength and luck of the members in the shelter.

Instead…

They were being supported by two million people!

"Reporting!

"Come in!"

With a resounding sound, the line of sight shifted to the Dragon Flag One, the largest ship in the Dragon Flag Shelter, which was located in front of a conference room on the second floor of the main deck.

After the words 'come in' were said, the middle-aged man standing at the door with a stack of data in his arms knocked open the door of the conference room with his elbow.

There were not many people in the conference room—only seven, so he could see them all at a glance.

Because of the restrictions of the game, the person sitting in the seat was not very old, but due to the depressing look between his eyebrows, he seemed quite prestigious.

"Shelter Leader Long, all our ships have been fixed, all materials have been rapidly transmitted, and the data from other Battlefield Areas have also been calculated!

"Crimson Moon, currently located at Battlefield Area No.3, Dawn Sword, located at Battlefield Area No.7, and Gandalf, located in Battlefield Area No.11, are all in place. The remaining two Battlefield Areas, Apocalypse, in Battlefield Area No.12, are currently experiencing a wave of head-to-head encounters. The battle is in good condition and is expected to end within one hour, which will not affect the execution of the original plan. Polar Bear, located in Battlefield Area 5, is collecting their rewards. The estimated time of completion is half an hour."

"The current wind direction on the ocean is northwesterly, and it is expected to turn northerly in one hour and forty minutes. After that, it is expected to turn to the southeast in three hours and eight minutes."

"There are still 22 minutes until the next tsunami. The current ocean surface temperature is 9.9 degrees, the ocean current is 8.12 knots, and the temperature difference in the ocean..."

Putting down the data he was holding, the middle-aged man moved to quickly pick up a piece of paper and report on this new information.

From the temperature in the sea, to the weather, from the speed of the sea, to the change of the wind direction.

The data reported had almost covered the general situation of the entire wasteland ocean.

Even if everyone was only staying in the most remote 001 area, through this data, they could visualize some of the current situation in other sea areas.

After reading for five or six minutes, when the middle-aged man finally ran out of papers in his hands, the report finally ended.

The seven people sitting at the table did not show any impatience on their faces. Instead, they all had pondering expressions, quietly thinking about the situation behind the data.

A few minutes later, just when the middle-aged man was hesitating about whether he should leave or not…

Sitting in the center, about forty-five years old, a man with a square face slowly said…

"Are there any updates on the progress of the test at the base today? Have they detected anything…"

It seemed that the things behind were a little taboo, as after looking at the man's pointed eyes, the middle-aged man immediately understood and shook his head again and again.

"Shelter Leader Long, don't worry about this, although the instruments we have obtained are very simple, with the blessing of this mysterious rank ability, the reliability of the data is still very high!

"Although we completed the third phase of the experiment in a hurry, we also completed it all. The data from other shelters mostly matches the data we got.

"Although there is no guarantee of what it will look like in the future, right now, it will definitely not cause any harm to us.

"As for the future... this thing was originally extracted from the wasteland, so we won't know what's going to happen!"

Shaking his head with a wry smile, the middle-aged man did not speak further.

As a researcher, the most taboo thing to do was to phrase your guesses as facts.

In such a large shelter, it was even more taboo to use one's own guesses to influence the decisions of the people above.

"Okay, Yongqiang, you may leave.

"By the way, let the kitchen side fill up the food for our soldiers tonight. Make sure everyone is full! Don't wait until the battle starts to realize that you're starving!"

Looking at the man named Xie Yongqiang with a panicked expression, a middle-aged woman sitting at the bottom of the seven people waved her hand and temporarily helped him clear the siege.

When Xie Yongqiang left, a new round of noise broke out in the conference room that had previously been keeping calm and restrained.

"Shelter Leader Long, are you still hesitating on whether we should use it or not? It's already around the corner!"

"If you hesitate for another second, hundreds of people will die in this ocean right here. Hesitate another minute, and there will be tens of thousands of people who will never see tomorrow's sun."

"Once the war of three races begins, we have no means in place to support these people. We will be the eternal sinners in the history of the rise and fall of mankind!"

"It's already the third phase of the experiment. Even if there are future consequences, we can bear it together later on. Besides, according to the speed of our development at the time, will we not be able to solve the consequences of this thing?"

"Shelter Leader Long, make a decision. All the Battlefield Areas will be in place soon!"

"Yes! If you don't release it, someone else will, and in the end, the result will be the same."

Where humans were present, there would be circles, and where battles appeared, there would be radicals and conservatives.

It was true of Tundra One, and true of Dragon Flag One!

At the time, there were seven people in the conference room. Five people were on the radical side.

Only the man they called Shelter Leader Long, and a man who looked younger than everyone else, remained silent.

"Be quiet, don't make any noise; Shelter Leader Long didn't say to stop this either."

"You are thinking about killing these foreign races, and Shelter Leader Long is thinking about the future of human beings. What's so good about arguing when you all aren't looking at this from the same angle?"

In the end, it was the young man who patted the table and raised his voice, making everyone stop.

It was this pause that made the conference room fall into a long silence again, leaving only the sound of everyone constantly flipping through the materials in their hands.

After a while, after another knock on the door rang out, the door was pushed open.

Seven bowls of noodle soup were brought in.

Although there were only a few vegetable leaves floating in everyone's bowl, the bowls were very warm for a night as late as this one.

Everyone continued to read the materials while slurping their noodles, and the intense atmosphere was instantly relieved.

After finishing the noodles and drinking the soup in the bowl, Shelter Leader Long, who was sitting on top, also seemed to have figured it out. He tapped the edge of the bowl, and said slowly after attracting everyone's attention, "Okay, how should we fight this battle? When the time comes, we should cooperate with other Battlefield Areas to complete the action!

"What Jiaruo is saying is true. If we wait another minute, tens of thousands of people will die. Instead of worrying about what will happen in the future, it is better to live the present well. Let everyone go to the New World and we shall plan again from there.

"A big population will always be our most precious resource. Once there are too many casualties, in our current environment, we may not be able to survive and the clan will have to be exterminated!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the previously quiet meeting room immediately burst into commotion.

The five radicals stood up excitedly on the spot, took the documents in their hands, and strode out of the conference room.

In less than a minute, the meeting room that had just been silent was empty. Only Shelter Leader Long and the young man remained staring at the bowls in front of them.

After a long while of listening to the gradually chaotic footsteps fade away, the young man gradually raised his head. His eyes became resolute.

"Shelter Leader Long, there is no extra time for us to hesitate. The use of Superpower Suppressant is our best strategy in this war.

"Although the tsunami disaster broke out earlier, the only difference to us is that our experiments have been shortened by two rounds from the original five rounds. Judging from the current experimental data, whether these suppressions will gradually evolve into poisons that restrain humans as they spread, no one can say for sure, even if we finish the five rounds of testing, there will be no guarantees on the outcome.

"But as far as the current lethality is concerned, these suppressants will obviously cause serious damage to the 'spellcasting' abilities of marine and land foreign races. Even if diluted 10 million times, or 100 million times, it has an immediate effect. As long as they are exposed to even a little bit, their abilities will be blocked, and incidentally, a certain degree of backlash will be generated.

"With the base personnel staying in place, we can guarantee that all twelve Battlefield Areas will receive the suppressants. Even with the help of the tsunami, we will receive immediate results at noon tomorrow.

"After we finish the battle, we will go to the New World immediately. Even if there are problems in the future, there will be time to buffer!"

As the only scientific researcher among the seven, the young man seemed to be comforting Shelter Leader Long, as well as himself.

Superpower Suppressants were a new type of technology discovered after the excavation of underground ruins in an official shelter of mankind.

In the description, the manufacturing process of this suppressant was not complicated. It only required a few simple instruments and some flowers and plants specific to the wasteland to be manufactured.

After manufacturing, the only dominant ability at present was…

Suppressing foreign races!

No matter what kind of foreign races, as long as your wound came into direct contact with this substance—even if you drank it—it would have an immediate effect.

For example, the Taurens had great power talent. Although humans did not know where the source of this talent was. They just let their flesh and blood come into contact with this drug.

Depending on the concentration, it would only take a few minutes for the Taurens' tremendous strength to disappear on the spot, and because of the excessive demand on the body after the ability disappears, their strength would be lower than that of normal adult women.

At this time, even an ordinary earthling could hold a stick and beat the Tauren who was over two meters tall to the ground.

For some foreign races who had no abilities and only physical fitness, this medicine would be even more terrifying!

The drug molecules in the suppressant were like the most greedy devourers. They needed enough energy!

The source of power for the foreign races was the most delicious food, which could make them full at once!

However, if you did not have power, then very unfortunately your entire body would turn into a parasite, gradually draining all the 'vitality' given by this drug. You would age rapidly and this would lead to death.

This kind of terrifying consequence was exactly what the person who had invented this suppressant was most worried about!

Once in the process of transmission, these specific suppressants could only be triggered by foreign races mutating, and humans would also be identified within the attack range.

Thus, for humans without an innate ability, it would be akin to drinking three catties of arsenic.

All infected people had to watch their bodies gradually die and gradually decay, forced to personally bear the consequences of this horror.

"Ruan Bo, you're not the first person to say that to me in the past two days. Of course I know the logic behind it!

"If we don't release it, humans will be doomed; if we do, the humans will almost be doomed. There's no need to make a choice, I'm just…"

"Waiting?"

Looking at the confusion and longing on Shelter Leader Long's face, Ruan Bo paused. After guessing it, a little hope appeared on his face.

"You thought I was the only one waiting, but I'll tell you, Beauty, Polar Bear, Mighty Goose, Falcon… They're all waiting!

"Everyone knows how this thing works, and no one wants to be the sinner here. If not for that, this thing wouldn't have survived to today, it would've been used 28 days ago!"

That being said, Shelter Leader Long reluctantly put on a trace of smile, stood up, and patted Ruan Bo on the shoulder.

He did not continue to sit. Instead, he slipped the folder on the table between his armpit and torso and walked out slowly. It looked thick, but it was actually only a piece of paper at his armpit.

Only Ruan Bo was left in the conference room. As he looked at Shelter Leader Long's back, a strange expression appeared on Ruan Bo's face.

Before today, everyone thought that the documents that Shelter Leader Long read every day were truly top-secret documents which recorded important information affecting the course of human history.

However, now Ruan Bo knew from the glimpse just now that that was not the case. He had seen two big words on the top of the white paper in the folder.

These two words were not unfamiliar to people in the whole wasteland. They were…

'Su Mo'!

Chapter 396: Horror! The End Of The Foreign Races!

Doomsday Calendar Month 3, Day 7. The fifth day of the tsunami disaster on the wasteland.

It was 7.26 am. Looking at the barrel full of hot water, Su Mo pulled off his shirt and slowly stepped into it after testing the temperature of the water with his foot.

Sploosh…

The water was heated to almost 70 degrees celsius. Any ordinary being would be scalded for sure if they dipped themselves into it.

However, his body had been enhanced to a terrifying state and he had gained the title of Ocean Admiral. As such, Su Mo only felt a soothing sensation after undergoing a momentary psychological scare for a brief moment.

He picked up a towel, and dipped it into the bucket of cold water next to him before wiping it all over his face. Thanks to the cold sensation on his face, he felt the fatigue he endured after those two sleepless nights fade away.

Humans had less than 48 hours to prepare themselves for the war.

If he took into consideration the possibility that conflict might break out before the humans fully gathered, by tonight at the latest, the first battle would break out between the three races on the wasteland.

This battle would influence the direction of the upcoming war.

The abilities of the three sides were almost equal. No side was willing to help the other, hence the outbreak of the war among the three sides.

If humans were stronger, the foreign marine races would ally with the foreign terrestrial races to defeat the humans first.

If humans and the foreign terrestrial races were weaker, both sides would ally together and attack the foreign marine races first.

After the opening battle ended, over the following 24 hours, there would be three likely possible outcomes.

However, at this point, the means prepared by the large official shelters to deal with the foreign races had yet to be revealed.

It would be a lie if those who were aware of the issue said that they were not feeling anxious.

Despite there being no accurate data or evidence, it could still be calculated, based on the death toll recorded by the humans, that…

Since the emergence of the ocean disaster, up to this moment, there were at least 100 million humans who had lost their lives at sea.

Before the war between the three races commenced, each passing day would see the death toll increase by tens of millions.

Once the war between the three races began, the death toll would instantly increase in increments of hundreds of millions, a concept so terrifying that it would turn one's scalp numb.

However, during the fifth day of the tsunami disaster, the human survivors, who had rested the entire night, were in pretty good shape.

At seven in the morning, many of them had fully recovered and were happily posting comments and survival tips on the World Channel.

The emergence of the raft ferry enabled all the raft warriors to safely make their way to the New World, no longer having to rely on luck.

As the number of humans and rafts increased, the performance and safety levels of the raft ferries would surpass that of the small sand ships, and could even become comparable to large ships.

Of course, there would still be a price to pay for choosing that development route.

Before everyone reformatted their shelter cores, the game had clarified that there would not be a second chance to do so.

In other words, at least half of the humans, even if they made it to the New World, would have lost the chance to rebuild their shelters with their cores.

They had to join one of the large-scale shelters, or build their own houses and survive the hard way.

After browsing through the chat channels, one could easily comprehend the current situation of humankind on the ocean wasteland.

As the water in the barrel gradually cooled down, Su Mo decided to stop soaking himself in the water and got out of the wooden barrel. He then wiped himself dry and put on his clothes.

In the kitchen not far away, the steamed buns had been cooked. He ate six of them, together with the pickled vegetables, and glanced at the foreign races entering the kitchen to have their meals according to their shifts. Su Mo then rushed over to the warehouse on the second floor below deck.

In one day, two of the five R-3 ballistic missiles had been completed, and the third piece was well on its way.

The two ballistic missiles were currently kept inside in the output storage area of the medium-sized machine tool, which measured thousands of cubic feet in size. Even though the two ballistic missiles did not occupy much space, Su Mo was not in a hurry to retrieve them, and the ballistic missiles would not be able to be placed back inside once they were taken out. Hence, he left them inside the output storage area for the time being.

As for the completed rockets, Su Mo picked up one out of curiosity and placed it on the ground, examining it with a critical gaze.

"Before the completion of Hope One, my initial plan had been to place machine guns all over the main deck, and then supplement their firepower with the rockets.

"I didn't expect that, in just one month, I successfully manufactured rockets from scratch!"

As the system emitted its green light and scanned the rocket, its properties panel gradually appeared.

[R-1 Rocket (Rare)]

[Description: This is a rocket manufactured using the highest quality materials. From the materials used to manufacture its body to the installation of its propulsion system, to even its loading mechanism, all the parts were built perfectly. The perfect fusion of the parts also further increased the quality of the rocket.]

[Range: Effective range: 97 kilometers, Maximum range: 191 kilometers]

[Blast radius: 198 meters]

[Special abilities: Accuracy (when guided or aided by the fire-control radar, its accuracy rate is increased to 100%)]

[Comment: Just out of curiosity, we've brought this out for you guys to experience the power of a rare-quality rocket. Show the foreign races who's boss, them or the rocket!]

"That's right, its range extends to almost two hundred kilometers. Thank goodness I upgraded the Defense Master. The radar would not be able to provide guidance up to that range if I didn't!"

Su Mo nodded his head in satisfaction when he glanced at the comment given by the system.

When long-range rockets were introduced to the civilized era, they were armaments that only primary military forces could afford to possess.

Take for example the domestically-produced 300mm long-range rocket launcher. Each rocket was priced at around 750 thousand yuan.

Given this, a salvo of 300mm rockets, fired from a 12-tube launcher, would cost nine million yuan. This was equivalent to pressing a button to launch 33 C-class Mercedes Benz cars.

If four salvos were fired simultaneously, it would add up to 36 million yuan, which would be the equivalent of a small fortune!

However, that only covered the cost of the rockets. It did not include the cost of the equipment required to launch those rockets, such as the launcher, as well as measurement devices like radars, UAVs, and meteorological equipment, to name a few.

Luckily for Hope One, it possessed a vertical missile launcher module as well as the guidance system provided by the Defense Master radar.

Also, since Su Mo planned to use these rockets against moving targets, the addition of the Accuracy special ability would allow him to save a fortune!

According to his initial calculations, he could have manufactured around 40 rockets, but that was before he chose to prioritize the manufacturing of the five R-3 ballistic missiles and divert the majority of the materials he had on hand to their construction.

In the end, he managed to create 28 rockets in total!

Those rockets could be loaded into the vertical missile launcher module, which had 12 launcher shells. This meant that he had sufficient rockets to fire a full salvo twice, and still have four rockets left over.

Since those four rockets were redundant, and they had not done any testing, Su Mo decided to use them all!

"Testing. We've got to test out the reliability and power of the vertical missile launcher module and rockets right now!"

"Otherwise, if we wait until an actual battle and we have to fire the rockets, it would be difficult to troubleshoot if any problems occur!"

Four rockets were retrieved from the output storage area and, thanks to the convenience of the storage space, all the rockets were transferred over to the vertical missile launcher module in just two trips.

Su Mo was able to complete the loading of the rockets into the launcher module relying on the procedure taught to him from the blueprint's dream knowledge transfer.

"OS, activate the radar and scan Hope One's surroundings for a location where the foreign races are gathered. It would be best if it's a location where the foreign marine races are butting heads with the foreign terrestrial races."

Things were different from when he tested out Hope One's main naval gun on a small hill. On Hope One's current route, there was no shortage of conflicts between the foreign marine races and the foreign terrestrial races.

Along the route, as Su Mo carried the banner of "justice" and "punishment" under the moniker of the Golden Lion King, the foreign marine races were naturally terrified of Hope One.

However, the foreign terrestrial races were full of aggression and were picking fights wherever they went.

As such, finding a location where both parties were in conflict was a piece of cake for Hope One, which just arrived at the core area of the wasteland ocean.

Within just 18 minutes, after the prompt from the OS was heard, Su Mo donned the Simba costume and got Connie, who had just finished her meal, to activate the live broadcast stream once again.

Things proceeded in the same manner as the last time. When the number of viewers reached its peak, a total of seven million foreign terrestrial races, the upper deck of Hope One slowly slid open to reveal the vertical missile launcher module hidden underneath.

Su Mo, who was sitting inside the bridge, pressed the firing button, which initiated the launching of three rockets that targeted the conflict zone.

After the rockets were launched, Hope One rushed over to the scene immediately.

This made all the foreign terrestrial races watching the live broadcast stream understand that the foreign marine races had been doomed the moment the rocket was launched.

As usual, after Simba's roar was heard, Connie shut off the live broadcast stream.

Now that Hope One had engaged in a number of "battles", the foreign terrestrial races had become used to their actions of collecting the treasure chests in the aftermath, and did not dare to hinder their path.

Hence, under the command of Li Li, two squad leaders led 12 of the foreign races and jumped into the ocean instantly, heading for the treasure chests.

This "battle", from the start until they collected the treasure chests, only lasted 22 minutes, which proved just how effective Hope One's new armaments were.

"Not bad. This level of power is definitely adequate. It is more than sufficient to deal with the foreign races."

Su Mo nodded in satisfaction when he saw the ten or so foreign races bringing the treasure chests onto the ship.

However, when Su Mo was just about to order those foreign races who went into the water to head to the washroom and get rid of the bloodstains and odor on their bodies, Oreo, who had been staying on the second floor above-deck, came rushing onto the scene while roaring.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Oreo's bared teeth and frantic appearance made Su Mo's heart thump and tremble instinctively, almost as if warning him that something unpleasant was about to occur.

The last time he saw Oreo's expression like this was the day before the descent of the Heavenly Dog Pseudo God.

Ever since Oreo obtained a trace of divinity, he had not warned of anything, even within the mysterious ruins of time.

However, Oreo was currently displaying such a reaction, which meant that…

A tragedy similar to the descent of the Heavenly Dog Pseudo God was about to take place!

Su Mo realized this in a flash, and his skin broke out into goosebumps.

At that moment, despite not understanding what Oreo was frantically roaring about, since he had spent so much time together with her, he was able to make out the message she was trying to imply by observing her expression.

Su Mo waved his hand and instructed those foreign races who had just come out of the ocean to stay on the deck.

"Everyone, please kneel and cover your heads immediately. Don't take any unnecessary actions. Without my permission, whoever makes a move, I'll kill them without hesitation!"

Su Mo had no feelings for these foreign races, who he did not spend much time with, unlike Little Four, Connie and Li Li.

Regarding the possible threat originating from these foreign races, Su Mo had taken the most appropriate measures as he had yet to discover the truth.

As for the foreign races in question, they were trembling all over after Su Mo released his overwhelming aura.

However, because they had spent some time undergoing training and instruction, they all chose to obey his command and remained motionless, kneeling obediently.

"Get Moore over here!"

He took out a pistol and stared at the foreign races who were kneeling. Su Mo glanced at Li Li, who got the message and quickly ran below deck.

However, before Li Li ran very far, the bodies of the 14 foreign races started undergoing a shocking change within Su Mo's field of vision!

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Chapter 397: Mad Rampage! "Spring" Is Now Here for the Humans!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Back on Earth, Su Mo had watched an American movie about the apocalypse.

In this film, if a person was bitten by the infected, they would transform into a zombie and begin to attack people, all within the span of 12 seconds.

Plus, after infection, these zombies were vastly different from what was portrayed in typical zombie films.

Not only would these zombies gain incredible speed and endurance, but they even retained a semblance of human intelligence, allowing them to cooperate to a certain extent.

At that time, the zombies in this movie had left a deep impression on many people, to the extent that the movie was still being discussed on Douban and Zhihu years after the movie was produced.

However, the horrific scenes in that movie were nothing compared to the scene that was unfolding in front of Su Mo right now!

Bang!

Bang Bang!

"Calm down! Everyone, stay down! Don't try to move!"

Out of the fourteen people from foreign races, three of them were turned into dry corpses in less than fifteen seconds, as if the fast-forward button on their lives had been pressed.

Although Su Mo's scalp was tingling with shock, he still let out a loud shout and fired the gun into the sky thrice.

The good thing was that such a horrible fate did not befall the remaining people. Listening to the screams and the sound of gunfire, they barely managed to maintain their composure despite the fearful expressions on their faces.

Time passed and, by the time Moore arrived, the three corpses had completely shriveled up and were devoid of moisture. Under the sunlight, they almost seemed to have been charred black.

At the same time, a peculiar smell emanated from the three corpses.

Unlike the stench one would typically expect of decaying corpses, this smell, although very slight, seemed similar to the odor of raw flesh.

Mutant creatures that lacked intelligence would easily be lured in by this smell and would happily consume the corpses as food.

"Woof... Woof woof. Hiss, woof!"

Seeing that Moore and Oreo had begun to communicate, Su Mo observed the situation for a while longer and glanced toward the foreign races on the ground once more, making sure that none of them were about to transform into dried corpses.

Multitasking, Su Mo directly summoned the game panel and began to browse the World Channel.

As expected, the human chat channel had descended into chaos.

"Guys, you might not believe it, but a crab monster clamped onto my leg just now. I thought I was gonna lose my leg, but then it seemed like it hadn't eaten or something, because its pincers had no force behind them. I broke them apart with my bare hands, and then I killed it by stabbing a spear into its head! D*mn, I'm awesome!"

"Yeah, bro, you're so good at boasting. Tell me two more of your jokes? It's late and I need something to keep me awake."

"F*ck yeah! That brother from just now who broke open crab pincers with your bare hands, wait for me! You guys know about the Swift Fish, the one with four hands and is super fast? I fended off its four hands with one hand, can you believe it? I don't know what happened, but it was as slow as my eighty-year-old grandma. When I hit it, I could even touch it with my other free hand…"

"The small group of foreign races who just attacked our raft ferry, more than sixty of them suddenly turned into dried corpses! What the hell?"

"No way, did all that really happen to you guys?"

"Big news, big news, our human officials have finally stepped in! These foreign clans are now being devoured by their powers, and we humans are going to rise!"

"Really? That's not true though, the foreign races on my side are still a fierce bunch. They haven't changed at all!"

"..."

Comments that showed elated surprise, with the occasional expression of shock, filled the World Channel.

Some people were shocked that the terrifying foreign races had suddenly turned weak; not only had they lost all their abilities overnight, but their strengths had suddenly become their weak points.

Some people were panicking as large swathes of foreign races were suddenly transformed into dry corpses, looking like they had been drained of all their life force.

As time passed, less than two minutes after Su Mo started scrolling through the channel, more relevant news appeared as the game's filtering mechanism started to work its magic.

...

The foreign terrestrial clan, the Ferocious Tiger Clan, was known for their strength and had been previously considered powerful despite their lack of weapons, relying on their claws and strength alone.

However, today, some of the heroes who fought against the tigers were surprised to find that the drop in ability that they had joked about…

Came true!

An hour ago, nearly a thousand Ferocious Tigers attacked a raft fleet that had only three hundred people, blindly arrogant as always.

However, unlike what everyone thought would happen, where the Ferocious Tiger Clan killed those three hundred people mercilessly and indiscriminately, the battle developed in a way that blew everyone's minds.

Almost every human was crushing them in combat, to the point where all of them could take on multiple Ferocious Tigers!

Even a skinny woman could hold her own against two Ferocious Tigers while armed with just a spear.

The strong adult men just slid on their backs against the raft floor and slashed through the abdomens of those Ferocious Tigers, slicing them up on the spot.

What would have originally been a one-sided massacre of humans suddenly turned into a situation where the humans were the ones killing indiscriminately.

Forty-eight minutes later, the battle ended. Out of the 300 humans, there was not a single casualty except for a foolish man who accidentally got cut by tiger claws while he was collecting the spoils of war.

The Ferocious Tiger Clan, on the other hand, left behind 700 tiger carcasses and a dozen treasure chests, fleeing in disarray.

…

It was no coincidence that the Sea Serpent Clan, known for their venomous poison, also suffered an unprecedented total defeat in their marine battle today.

Standing upright, those sea serpents were as tall as a human. They could kill instantly with their poison. Even if it was just spattered on the skin, it would instantly burn through the creature's skin and mucous membrane like concentrated sulfuric acid, and then the venom would seep into their target's bloodstream.

At sea, they were almost unbeatable because of this perverted ability.

From their arrival until now, it had only been four or five days but, by winning battles, they had expanded the number of their clansmen by four or five times, reaching a total population of seven hundred!

Given the large number of Sea Serpents, even races stronger than them would not dare to provoke them rashly but, today, they encountered some unusually powerful opponents!

They had another encounter with a human fleet this time. The difference was that, this time, the human fleet had three large ships, more than twenty small ships, and rafts that carried more than two thousand people.

The average foreign clan would not dare to provoke such a huge fleet.

However, the crazy Sea Serpent Clan was not afraid. After getting into formation, they directly launched their first wave of attacks. Their targets were naturally the humans standing on their rafts!

The first round of venom spraying went well.

Their surprise attack gave the humans no time to react at all.

As they expected, the humans who were touched by the venom, ran away like crazy, with the familiar expressions of panic and fear on their faces.

Now that the humans were consumed by panic and fear, the Sea Serpents knew that…

The humans would fight amongst themselves. They only needed to spray their venom a few more times before they would be able to taste the delicious flesh of these human corpses that had been contaminated with venom.

However, today, things were clearly not right!

About ten seconds later, the second group of Sea Serpents emerged and sprayed their venom again. However, the scene that played out in front of their eyes was beyond strange!

The humans who had escaped after being doused in the first round of attacks were not dead. Heck, they were not even injured!

After they ran into the crowd in panic, they were stopped by the other humans, who proceeded to say something unknown to them and, after ten seconds or so, they ran back forward again with a look of surprise on their faces.

This time, they stood on the rafts and enjoyed the venom spray, as if welcoming the baptism of holy water.

Not only did those humans ignore the venom spray, but they also rubbed it on their faces like they were washing their faces with it.

Some people even stuck out their tongues and licked the venom dripping down off their faces, as if they were actually tasting the venom.

What?

What was going on here?

The Sea Serpents looked at one another, but all they could see was the unconcealed shock in each other's eyes.

However, what would terrify them was yet to come!

These humans, who would have normally collapsed after two rounds of venom spraying, were leaping down from their ships in excitement.

What the Sea Serpents saw in these humans' eyes was no longer panic or fear, but naked and unadulterated…

Excitement!

Within thirty-seven minutes, over seven hundred of the Sea Serpents were wiped out!

On the spot, two thousand humans were celebrating as if they were at a festival.

Some of them were full of excitement as they held up the bodies of the Sea Serpents in their hands, while others were chagrined, angry at themselves for being too slow to react and for being unable to grab their share of the monsters.

...

The Mad Frogs, who were known for their leaping power, who could leap two to three meters with a single jump, could only leap seven centimeters today!

...

The Pine Bears, who were known for their strength and could carry 500 pounds of boulders without batting an eyelid, could not even hold their own weapons today!

...

The Swift Shrimp, who were known for their swimming speed and could swim 70 yards in bursts of speed, were slower than the leisurely treasure fish!

...

The Brave Otters, who were known for their endless stamina, who could usually last an hour or two, found themselves scratching their heads in embarrassment today after just two seconds, saying that they were too tired today.

…

Across the entire wasteland, these changes that happened overnight were not unique. The instances of such situations increased constantly as time passed.

All the foreign clans who previously regarded humans as ants they could step on because of their strong special abilities suddenly lost those abilities.

At this moment, the strengths that they were so proud of had been transformed into weaknesses.

At this moment, the humans that would have ran away when they saw the foreign clans were now chasing after them at sea.

At this moment, they suddenly felt the same desperation that the humans had felt over the past few days.

At this moment, there was no longer room for regret!

Su Mo looked at Oreo from the corner of his eye, who was listening intently while also barking at Moore.

Su Mo was not in a hurry. After reading the humans' chat channel, he cut to Connie's game panel.

As expected, while the humans' chat channel was filled with excited words and celebrations, the foreign races' chat channel had turned into a place of mourning.

At this moment, both the foreign clans with strong abilities, as well as the foreign clans with weak abilities, found that their abilities had disappeared overnight.

A few foreign clans with ships survived.

For the foreign clans that stayed at sea last night, 70% of them had completely lost their powers.

Those foreign clans which originally had a strength rating under 0.5, and had no special abilities aside from brute force, had all been exterminated with no survivors.

Other foreign clans might have lost their power, but they lost their lives for good.

However, at this moment, Su Mo believed that those foreign clans who had strong powers would feel more anguished at the fact that they lost their powers than if they had died.

"Surprisingly, even the strength of those foreign clans with strong powers like the Snow Soaring Bear fell to 0.8."

"This war between the three races hasn't even started, but the humans have already won?"

Once again, Su Mo scrolled through the World Channel for ten more minutes. He looked impassive, but waves of horror coursed through his heart!

This current wave of human beings from Earth had taken a completely different path from the ones he knew before!

If the current situation persisted, the humans would kill off these foreign races easily after the war commenced.

With the help of the treasure chests that would drop as a result, the humans would develop very quickly as soon as they arrived at the New World.

It was likely that human civilization would be rebuilt in the New World within a year or two.

Compared to Ma Fei's generation, human technology would be developed more rapidly and would go even farther.

However…

Would things really go as smoothly as planned?

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Chapter 398: Curbing Thirst with Poison? Digging Their Own Graves!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

According to the law of conservation of energy, when the world gained something, it would also lose an amount of energy that was equivalent to it.

This was also true for the game, and also true where this mysterious system was concerned!

Good things did not come without a price. This was what humans had spent their entire lives studying…

They studied how they could utilize the least amount of energy or materials to create reactions that would produce greater energy or stronger, or even new, materials.

However, no one ever had the courage to delude themselves into thinking that they could obtain something out of thin air without paying the appropriate price for it.

The suppressant that was spreading across the whole wasteland ocean, which had weakened all the foreign races and caused them to lose their abilities, was now the subject in question.

"Are you saying that they react to the suppressant differently over a period of time, depending on their previous strength ratings?" Su Mo asked with a stony face.

"Mmm, that's what Sister Oreo said!"

Su Mo stood at the entrance of the crew quarters on the first floor. Through the small window on the door, Su Mo observed the members of the foreign races that were isolated inside.

At present, the eleven members of the foreign races who were isolated in the crew quarters had all lost their abilities.

Although they did not know what had happened, they did not panic and were glad for the two-day vacation they had just received after Su Mo had stated that their lives would not be in danger.

Judging from their current state, they did not show any abnormalities aside from the great decrease in their physical attributes as well as the fact that they had lost their abilities.

After interrogating some of the survivors, Su Mo also got the reason why the three foreign races who had died looked like that.

"Did Oreo manage to divine the time when the rebound will begin?" Su Mo asked.

Closing the iron cover on the observation window, Su Mo walked toward the deck with Moore trailing behind him.

About half an hour ago, through the game panel and a talk with Lu Yongyi, Su Mo learned that the so-called "Superpower Suppressant" was the countermeasure that the human higher-ups had developed.

Given the effectiveness of these suppressants, all the humans on the wasteland ocean would be able to effortlessly kill those previously arrogant foreign clans during the current period of time.

They could kill them indiscriminately!

There was no doubt that such suppressants had indeed alleviated the critical situation faced by humans at this juncture.

According to Lu Yongyi, the human higher-ups were equipped with sufficient knowledge about such suppressants.

Before using them, they had done three rounds of experiments on the foreign races to ensure that there would not be any problems in the short term.

However…

Between Oreo's prophecy and the results of those experiments, Su Mo chose to believe in the former!

"About the first rebound, Sister Oreo's prophecy mentioned they will experience this rebound within one to three days of consuming the suppressant, depending on their previous strength rating."

"The weaker they are, the faster they will experience the rebound. The stronger they are, the longer it takes for them to experience the rebound. When the rebound occurs, their powers will return to their previous full strength within a few seconds and skyrocket by at least 50% within half a day's time!"

After saying the first sentence, Moore thought about his words carefully before cautiously continuing, "After their strength soars, the effect of the drug will not stop, and seven days from the moment when the rebound occurs, they will once again lose all their strength overnight, and will become even weaker!"

"The second rebound will occur within one to two weeks, and the rebound period will last for a week!"

"After each rebound, their abilities will be strengthened by at least 50% but, as the number of rebounds increase, their bodies will eventually be unable to support their strengthened abilities, and then they'll…"

Su Mo walked up to the main deck. Looking at the gloomy expression on Moore's face, Su Mo's heart immediately sank and he asked, speculating, "Explode?"

"They won't explode. The suppressant they have absorbed will no longer extract their strength like the first time if its energy requirements are satisfied. Instead, the suppressant will make them stronger, endlessly."

"However, there are also… Side effects if they get stronger with this method."

"Each time, the process of becoming stronger is divided into the Weakness Period, the Rebound Period, and the Strength Period. If one does not gain a sufficient amount of energy during the Weakness Period, and the energy supply required for the Rebound Period is not met, the huge influx of energy will directly impact the creature's consciousness. This is a severe test. If the creature cannot withstand it, it will become a living thing without consciousness that only knows how to kill and absorb energy. And this kind of monster…"

"Wait, isn't whatever you're describing just motherf*cking zombies?"

After hearing the few characteristics that were described, such as "without consciousness" and "only knows how to kill", Su Mo could not help but swear out loud even before Moore finished describing them.

"Zombies?"

"Forget it. Continue." Looking at Moore's bemused expression, Su Mo touched the back of his head, which felt a little cold. Su Mo was panic-stricken for a while.

To the human higher-ups, this move was one that was akin to drinking poison to quench one's thirst.

However, if matters proceeded according to Oreo's prophecy, then this "poison" was akin to digging humanity's own graves!

Not only would the foreign races get stronger and stronger endlessly, but they would turn into a strange version of zombies when they reached a certain point. This was enough to make one's scalp feel numb out of fear.

When Su Mo imagined how this kind of monster would be ten times more powerful than those portrayed in the zombie flicks back on Earth…

Undoubtedly…

The day when this kind of monster arrived at the New World would be the herald of the real Doomsday!

Seeing the gloomy expression on Su Mo's face, Moore also realized the seriousness of the matter. He immediately organized his thoughts and continued, "Master, you don't have to worry too much about it. If the people in the foreign races turn into this monster, they won't retain... Well, retain the kind of strength they had during the last disaster."

"Let's take Wolf Three as an example. Let's say his current strength is 1. Even if his strength subsequently evolves to 5 during the Rebound Period, he won't retain that strength when he can no longer withstand the energy requirements of the Rebound Period and becomes a mindless monster. It will fall to half of what it was before, which is 0.5."

Wolf Three was a werewolf who was currently in the isolation room.

After being nourished by the psychic energy water, Moore's intelligence had invariably increased significantly. He could even use complex terms and analogies easily.

"They can't even beat Moore with their current levels of strength. After their strength is reduced by half, Moore will be even less afraid of them. Master, don't worry!"

"However, these mindless monsters have a special ability. The living beings that they bite will turn into living beings just like them, in the sense that they'll enter the Weakness Period, Rebound Period, and then the Strength Period. Once they cannot withstand the process of becoming stronger, they'll lose their consciousness and turn into mindless monsters that only know how to kill."

"Humans won't be infected by this drug, but humans won't be safe if they get bitten. This is the biggest threat that Sister Oreo mentioned!"

This was as expected. They would have the ability to infect other living beings after becoming mindless monsters.

Su Mo was not surprised in the slightest. He nodded heavily and asked the most critical question, "In which round will the foreign races undergo this dramatic change? Has Oreo predicted that?"

"Woof woof woof!"

"The fourth?"

Oreo, who was lying on the ground, nodded her head. Seeing that, a solemn expression appeared on Su Mo's face.

Judging from the current cycle of rebound, becoming stronger, and weakening, four rounds would not exceed three months of time at most.

Even if everything went smoothly, the humans would need one to two months to reach the New World.

In other words, less than one month after the humans reached the New World and settled down, they would be swamped by an unprecedented wave of attacks.

If one took into account that there would be one or two more disasters during the process…

Oh, humans were done for!

Su Mo considered the short-term effects of this move. The time when the war of the three races would start was coincidentally during a key moment of the foreign races Rebound Period.

A day later, which would also be the sixth day of the tsunami disaster, the strength of these foreign races would return gradually, depending on their previous levels of strength.

On the last day of the tsunami, which was the second day after the foreign races' strength had disappeared, at least half of their strength would return completely!

After the foreign races' strength was back, not only would they not be weakened, but they would also become stronger to a certain extent!

At that time, when the humans once again assumed cheerfully that they could easily kill the foreign races and rushed up to meet them head-on, they would feel the cruelty of the wasteland once again!

After being targeted by the humans, the foreign terrestrial races and foreign marine races would certainly ally together.

At that time, ordinary humans would be subjected to attacks that were ten times more violent than before.

"Sh*t, we humans really lifted stones to smash our own feet this time. What the f*ck are these "suppressants" really?"

"Who the hell is the genius who invented this thing? If they sent this into the foreign races' home worlds, that would be excellent indeed, but isn't this just creating an advanced version of Resident Evil on the wasteland?"

Su Mo sorted out the situation that the humans were about to face, and then he remembered that the humans would have to face thousands of zombies upon relocating to the New World. Even he felt his scalp become numb.

If the previous difficulty of the wasteland was deemed to be at the ordinary level, the difficulty had risen directly to an unprecedented hell level after that incomprehensible move.

Restoring the game difficulty was a way to go, so Su Mo thought that the only way to do so was to…

Use his authority!

He could use the God of Cooking's authority to create a specific food product that could purify the drug's effects, which would lift this crisis.

However, the problem was that the scope of this crisis was simply too large!

The current number of foreign races who had been infected had far exceeded billions. If Su Mo gave each of them a portion of the food item he created, the game would immediately realize that something was wrong despite its stupidity.

"Forget it. It's pointless to think about what will happen in three months. These survivors might not even reach the New World. What's the point of telling them about this now?"

"For these people, the biggest problem they have to face is how to survive that critical moment in the war between the three races when those foreign races start fighting back. They just have to hang in there until the foreign races are weakened again!"

After thinking it through and identifying where the problem was for now, Su Mo also did not intend to keep this knowledge—of the impending catastrophe that the humans would face—to himself.

Now that he knew that the foreign races would start to recover after a day or longer, depending on the level of their strength, he could run to the World Channel and tell those ordinary survivors, "Hey, these idiots look weak, but they'll recover their strength again in three days and become stronger too!"

He could use such a statement to make them stop killing foreign races indiscriminately out of panic, but it was ultimately pointless.

At this time, the more foreign races they killed, the less obstruction they would have to face when the war between the three races started.

"Contact! I have to contact the human higher-ups immediately, and we must all join together to mobilize the human race to launch a massive attack on the foreign races right now!"

"Within two days, all humans must quickly kill off all the foreign races at sea to minimize the resistance we will meet when the war starts!"

Su Mo slammed his palms on the table. After thinking of the only way out that remained, Su Mo directly summoned the game panel, and sent a curt message to Lu Yongyi asking for the contact information of the human higher-ups.

On the other side, Lu Yongyi did not delay in the slightest. In under two minutes, the information of a person named Long Anguo was sent to Su Mo.

"This is...?"

"The leader of China's strongest official shelter? Dragon Flag Shelter?"

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Chapter 399: Metal Battleship! Long Anguo's Shocked!

On the wasteland, there were at least eight to ten thousand official shelters affiliated with Huaxia.

Any shelter leader who had a clean background and was willing to shelter civilians could apply to be affiliated with Huaxia, as long as they sent an application to the designated personnel and provided some data. There was no specific threshold regarding the application.

The only condition was that there should be more than fifty people in the applicant's shelter.

Not only was this condition a method used at the initial stages to calm the hearts of the people on the wasteland and instill discipline, but it also ensured that commands could be transmitted effectively through the official communication network during times of emergency.

According to Lu Yongyi, this so-called Dragon Flag Shelter was the strongest shelter among all the official shelters.

It had to be created at the right time, in the right place, and by the right people!

After thinking about it for a while, Su Mo replied to Lu Yongyi with an "OK" emoji. He did not add Long Anguo as a friend and start chatting with him immediately.

He went over to the captain's quarters and organized his thoughts first instead.

The human higher-ups had conducted three experiments before deciding to use this Superpower Suppressant.

The foreign races' strength would rebound within three or four days. Under normal circumstances, there was no way they had not observed that from their experiments.

However, the humans managed to allow this serious negative impact to go unnoticed. Perhaps the suppressant had an unusual reaction when it came into contact with the seawater, or perhaps there were errors in the experimental data.

Looking at the short list of keywords written on the piece of paper in front of him, Su Mo organized his thoughts again.

This time, Su Mo no longer hesitated, and opened his game panel and chose to add Long Anguo as his friend.

One second!

No, immediately!

Almost as soon as Su Mo sent the friend request, the other party approved the request. It was frighteningly fast, as if the other party had been waiting while watching the friends list.

At the same time, before Su Mo could say anything, the man named Long Anguo sent a greeting first.

[Long Anguo: Hello, Leader Su!]

Long Anguo used the title Leader Su.

This form of greeting made Su Mo feel slightly surprised. At the same time, the corners of his mouth could not help but curve up into a smile.

After thinking about it, Su Mo did not reply via text. Having no intention to conceal the interior of Hope One's captain's quarters, he directly chose to initiate a video call.

It was too difficult to communicate the current situation using text alone!

Only a face-to-face conversation where he displayed his trump card could make the official strongest shelter recognize the severity of the current situation. If he was successful, he could then use the power of the official communication network to mobilize all the humans.

On the other end, Long Anguo accepted the video call request immediately.

Buzz… Buzz…

It buzzed thrice until the call connected. According to Su Mo's experience with video calls, he estimated that the distance between him and Long Anguo's fleet to be between 5,000 kilometers and 10,000 kilometers away.

Considering that Hope One was currently in the Fifth Ocean Region, which was located in the middle of the entire war zone…

Then Dragon Flag Shelter's fleet's location was obvious!

However, before Su Mo could think about the deep meaning behind these locations, the buzzing sound gradually faded, and was replaced by Long Anguo's face—imposing despite his calmness—at the center of the screen.

It was the face of a middle-aged man of about forty-five years of age. He was square-jawed, and there were two deep wrinkles on his forehead.

At this moment, Long Anguo was wearing a big smile, so the wrinkles took on the shape of a mustache. It softened the seriousness that a square-jawed face naturally had, and added a touch of kindness!

"Hello, Leader Long!"

As expected, after he was connected to the video call, Long Anguo could barely restrain his shock; it was clearly visible in his gaze. Su Mo smiled and took the lead in greeting him.

Every time Su Mo tried to find time to renovate the captain's quarters in Hope One, something would suddenly happen, causing him to postpone his plans.

Thanks to that, the captain's quarters still retained its original metallic style, looking rugged and uninhibited.

On Earth, the people would teasingly call this style apocalyptic. On the wasteland, though, it became a testament to a person's strength.

At a time when everyone was still sailing on wooden ships, most other people would not know what a metal battleship represented. For Long Anguo, who was sailing on Dragon Flag One…

He completely understood!

At the same time, he also understood that this was not meant to be an unintentional display of Su Mo's strength, but an intentional demonstration!

This ship was made of metal. Long Anguo thought about the Dongfeng-17 missile from before. If there were some supporting weaponry on this ship, this metal battleship could come and go freely everywhere on this wasteland. No man or creature could stop it!

Long Anguo had spaced out momentarily. However, after seeing Su Mo's smile and after the person beside him reminded him, Long Anguo immediately reacted. He said hurriedly, "Hello, hello, Leader Su!"

Unlike Lu Yongyi, what Long Anguo did first was to basically put the two of them at the same level.

In other words, through Long Anguo's attitude, Su Mo could also slightly estimate the current attitude of all the human higher-ups toward himself.

Very friendly!

Su Mo nodded. He no longer bothered to be polite, choosing to dive straight into the crux of the matter, "Chief Long, let's do away with the pleasantries. I'd like to talk about some key points with you."

"This is about the Superpower Suppressant that was released last night. I want to know if your team encountered any anomalous results during the first three rounds of biological testing."

Hearing those words, Long Anguo was stunned. The smile he carried on his face quickly faded away, which was replaced with a serious expression.

"Before using the Superpower Suppressant, we conducted three complete rounds of experiments. It wasn't just the people at Dragon Flag who conducted it. Six large shelters across the whole wasteland participated in this operation. During our sample experiments, a total of almost 30,000 foreign races were experimented on. The experimental subjects also included two thousand volunteers and three thousand mutant creatures."

"There were quite a lot of anomalous results, but all of them were observed among the foreign races. We did not observe any anomalous results among the humans, so you can rest assured!"

Long Anguo was very cautious when it came to the affairs of humankind. As he spoke, he instructed the people below to bring him a complete copy of the data.

He had obviously misunderstood Su Mo though. He propped up the copy of the results on the human experimental subjects in front of the screen for Su Mo to read.

The results of the experiments on the foreign races were put aside casually.

After scanning through the data written in the report for a while, Su Mo shook his head. "Leader Long, I'm not talking about the results of the experiments on humans. What I wanted to see were the anomalous results of the experiments conducted on the foreign races. According to my source of information, I'm afraid that our experiments this time have resulted in the situation for us humans taking a turn for the worse. There will be big trouble."

"If we don't handle this well, I'm afraid that not even 1% of the human race will survive. I'm not being paranoid. This disaster will descend upon us in two days!"

On the other side, Long Anguo's expression displayed his shock. However, befitting of his role as the leader of the Dragon Flag Shelter, he reacted to that statement very quickly.

He did not dwell upon the meaning of Su Mo's words just now, but instead instructed the people around him to spread out the experiment data regarding the foreign races out on the table.

The angle of the camera was then adjusted. Relying on the extremely high-definition video feed, Su Mo quickly scanned through the data, starting from the first line of data on the report.

"Doomsday Calendar Month 2, Day 3. The first large-scale biological experiment on the foreign races. Test location: Polar Bear Shelter. Number of subjects: 320 foreign races (12 clans)."

"Concentration: 0.03"

"Test Results: 268 foreign races were affected to a certain extent within 15 minutes of inhaling the suppressants. In 30 seconds, they lost all their abilities. The remaining 52 subjects turned into dried corpses within 1 minute, and no subjects escaped."

"Treatment: The subjects were locked up for inspection."

"Doomsday Calendar Month 2, Day 3. The second large-scale…".

…

From the start of the first large-scale experiment, the data of more than thirty experiments were inspected. No problems were discovered during those experiments.

This lasted until Day 18 of Doomsday Calendar Month 2, when the 122th experiment was conducted. The first anomaly was born.

The subjects were a group of mutant Fire Spiders. Their strength was low. If they were ranked on the foreign races' game panel, their strength rating might not exceed even 0.1.

However, it was such a weak creature that cast a shadow on the experiments.

After receiving the experimental suppressant, their strength weakened like the other living beings, but a fire spider suddenly started to attack the fire spiders next to it like crazy after it became weakened.

Each time it ate one of its kind, its strength was restored accordingly.

After eating twenty-six in a row, its strength returned to its previous level, and its strength continued to increase as it devoured other living organisms.

Strangely, when it ate sixty fire spiders, its strength decreased rapidly again, and it even became weaker than before.

As it had harmed those belonging to the same clan, it died a tragic death. It was instantly surrounded and attacked by the other fire spiders.

The other spiders that devoured this fire spider did not start getting stronger like the researchers expected; they remained the same as other ordinary foreign races, with no changes in their abilities.

After the results of this experiment were shared to other large shelters, they conducted similar tests, but failed to get a similar result.

After reading through all the results of the experiment, Su Mo did not see evidence of the recovery of any of the foreign races within a few days after their abilities had disappeared.

Even on the third day of the third Doomsday calendar month, exactly one month after the first experiment, the strength of the foreign races from the first experiment had not recovered.

They were still as weak as ever, and they still stayed in the quarantine zone set up by the humans.

After the first couple of days of taking the suppressant, they would cause a ruckus at night, but after that they would behave obediently for the rest of the time. They seemed to have realized that it was necessary for them to adapt to the situation.

This was the only variable in the three experiments.

After sweeping through the rest of the data to make sure he had not missed anything, Su Mo's heart sank. He said directly, "Leader Long, are any creatures that you experimented on still alive?"

Long Anguo nodded. "Of course. There are quite a few of them in our base now. The foreign races are easy targets recently, so we conducted a few more rounds of testing."

Before Su Mo could speak, Long Anguo immediately said, as if he had thought of something, "Are you saying that…"

"I request that a squad be dispatched immediately to capture and kill all those foreign races from three days ago to test if their abilities have returned!"

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Chapter 400: Heaven's God Descends, Howl, Foreign Races!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

It has been said that, when a creature possessed a human-like mentality, their will to survive would also be similar to that of humans.

From the vast records of Huaxian history, there was?Goujian1, the King of the Yue, who slept on firewood and ate a gallbladder every day so he could get his revenge. There was also?Hanxin2, King of Chu, who was unphased when he was forced to endure the humiliation of crawling in between his opponent's legs, as well as?Boyi and Shuqi,3?who refused to eat grains from enemy's land and?Zhu Di,4?who pretended to "go mad" while waiting for his opportunity.

On this wasteland, the foreign races that were captured to be a part of the experiments all magically acted in the same manner, even though they were stronger than the humans under those circumstances.

"It's over, it's really over this time!"

When he saw that video call had been initiated once more, and that a young man, instead of Long Anguo, was on the other side of the line, Su Mo's heart sank.

The worst had already happened!

These foreign races were indeed no saints since the whole thirty thousand of them—other than the minority that had low strength ratings and lacked intelligence to begin with—had all chosen to endure the humiliation in one accord without prior communication or, in other words, the unanimous decision they had all made was to…

"Survive"!

They were acting, and they were so good at it that the people conducting the experiments in the lab had not noticed anything amiss. It was to the point that when the researchers leapt forward to kill them, the foreign races that clearly had the power to defend themselves chose to give up their lives and were beaten to death.

This behavior successfully confused the researchers, leading them to believe that they really no longer had any abilities!

However, because of Long Anguo's command to "kill them all instead of just one", the researchers no longer did small-scale experiments but sent in warriors to slaughter all the foreign races that they had captured over the past three days as the experimental subjects.

It was at that moment that these foreign races realized that humans had really gotten wind of some information, so they no longer chose to continue pretending, but launched their attacks right away.

Fortunately, thanks to Su Mo's reminder beforehand, the warriors who went in were battle-ready, fully-equipped and armed with weapons.

Even so, these enhanced foreign races still caught everyone off guard, and there were even minor casualties.

Long Anguo reported the experiment data immediately to the other large shelters right after the slaughter ended.

After another half an hour, things turned out in exactly the same way as the experiment at Dragon Flag Shelter, where the other shelters also experienced a rude awakening of the same kind.

Alas, these results were the epitome of saying, "It is not I who is weak, but rather the enemy is too slick!"

No one would have ever thought that, even when separated in different places, these foreign races that had come out of nowhere could make the same choice under vastly different circumstances.

Their acting skills were indeed superb!

"It's now the fifth day of the tsunami disaster, and it is estimated that, at about seven to eight in the morning tomorrow, their powers would begin to be restored and reach their peak in the afternoon on the sixth day."

"From that afternoon onwards until the morning of day 7, it will be the toughest period for humans as we will have to face the frenzied revenge of those freaks…"

"The expected casualty rate according to my estimation is…"

"Around 45%!"

After revealing such a terrifying estimate, the young man looked like he was scared out of his wits as he disappeared from the screen as someone came to bring him away.

Long Anguo's face reappeared on screen after some shaking.

However, this time, the smile on his face was nowhere to be seen, and it had been replaced by a frown that was so tight that his brows could be braided!

"Leader Su, thank you so much for providing us, no, humankind, with this vital information."

"Were it not for this message, I'm afraid we would have had to endure the most painful counterattack from these foreign races when we were all at our haughtiest!"

Su Mo nodded slightly. "No problem, Leader Long. As a human, anyone who had gotten their hands on such crucial information would share it selflessly. Besides, we're not at the point of absolute hopelessness yet since we still have 22 hours more to prepare and respond."

"During this time, I suggest that we use the influence and communication channels of the official shelters to directly prepare all the humans to attack, and strive to clear out the foreign races with a 50 km perimeter around every single fleet before noon tomorrow."

"As for the war of three races, regardless of whether we humans wanted to win this, or wanted to fight our way out, we would have to offend these foreign races anyway. If that's the case, we might as well take the initiative to strike first and secure victory in the first few rounds of combat, and upgrade our abilities from the treasure chests that will emerge from these battles."

"When the time comes, even if they start their counterattack, we would still have a buffer to plan our strategy and the means to defend ourselves!"

As for the information about foreign races turning into zombies in the end, Su Mo decided to keep silent about it after thinking things through thoroughly.

If they did not win this war then, needless to say, there would be zombies in the coming three months. At that point, there would only be tens of millions of humans remaining, and there would be no way to deal with the problem.

Only after they have emerged victorious in this war would the humans have the right to discuss what would happen three months later. Only then could they think of solutions and decide if they wanted to travel to the New World to battle these zombified foreign races to their deaths, or wander on the ocean as free-spirited nomads.

"Leader Su, we understand the pros and cons of this matter, don't you worry. We're in contact with our people now and, in the next hour, we'll be able to convey the message to every official ship captain."

"Also, this time, it will be a combined effort from all six large shelters so, in three hours tops, all the wasteland ocean areas will spring into action."

"When the time comes, we'll rely on the time you've bought us. We'll go all out!"

As he said his last sentence, Long Anguo stood up, placed his hand beside his temple, and performed a proper military salute.

Su Mo stood up as well, and responded with an equally proper military salute.

"Let's go all out!"

There was no meaning in speaking further, the four words of "Let's go all out" had already clearly articulated the situation that the humans were facing at that moment.

After hanging up, Su Mo was not in a rush to move about. He sat on his chair once again and observed where the conversation was heading on the World Channel, and then he gave Lu Yongyi a few things to take note of.

According to the speed at which he was traveling, Hope One would meet up with the Tundra Fleet at the dawn of the ninth day.

Before this, from tomorrow noon onward, looking at the size of their fleet, the Tundra Fleet would have to go through a period of difficulty unlike anything they had ever gone through before.

Even with the confidence Su Mo had in the Tundra Fleet, from the weapons that had been sent to them as reinforcements, Su Mo still took into consideration the fact that some accidents may occur, so he issued a certain set of instructions, of which the main two points were to…

Kill and delay!

To kill, from now until tomorrow morning, without any hesitation. The surrounding shallow region had to be rolling with heads and corpses tomorrow!

To delay, from tomorrow morning all the way until dawn of the following day. No matter how many attacks they had to endure from the foreign races, they would have to delay for time and endure all of it until they could meet up, by hook or by crook!

…

"I hereby declare that all vessels to disperse and target all the foreign races within a 50 km radius."

"This includes all the raft ferries that have already been formed. Everyone has to join the fight and attack within the next two hours, and start sweeping the locations that we've planned out earlier."

"From now till four in the morning tomorrow, I don't want to see any foreign races within a 50 km radius of our fleet!"

"Understand?"

Boom!

On the deck, Lu Yongyi's eyes burned with killing intent as he looked down at the hundreds of captains below him. With a pistol in his hand, he fired a shot up into the air.

At the same time, the captains that were below him roared without hesitation, "Understood!"

"Okay, move, now! Zhang Long, Li Hu, Liu Neng, the three of you are in charge of dispersing the fleet, I want to see it happen in half an hour!"

"Yes sir!"

As he watched all the captains jump onto their ships and rafts, leaving immediately, Lu Yongyi took large strides to the war room and, in the blink of an eye, a board appeared.

He no longer felt distressed about using the remaining two pieces of white paper, as he took one, placed it on the board, and got to work.

In a short while, as the pressure from the connecting chains on Tundra One was released, allowing it to sail forward, a menacing smile appeared on Lu Yongyi's face.

It followed the same principles of the old mobile phone, but was also slightly different.

The board in Lu Yongyi's hands revealed all the enemies hiding within a 50 km radius.

Currently, most of the foreign races were scattered around the 35 km perimeter mark of the Tundra Fleet and were divided into three big groups and seven small groups, with a total troop count of around forty thousand.

In seconds, hundreds and thousands of red dots started appearing at the edge of the board.

It was clear that these terrestrial foreign races had put aside their grudges when they realized that the situation they were in was not optimistic, and banded together to increase their chances of survival.

After a flurry of instructions were sent via the game panel, the fleet of ships was separated into three groups right after Lu Yongyi revealed the positions of all the foreign races, and they headed out immediately toward the three big groups of foreign races.

The rest of the smaller ships formed a large arc formation instead of heading toward the smaller groups of foreign races. They dispersed themselves accordingly as they sailed toward the outer perimeter of these foreign races to prevent them from slipping away after they were attacked.

As for the fifteen large raft ferries that had the most amount of manpower—a hundred thousand raft warriors—they were the main attackers and formed the frontline of this attack!

Tundra Fleet's victory was as certain as the sun would rise even before the battle began, thanks to their prior knowledge of the coordinates of the foreign races, and their clear delegation of responsibility and directions prior to initiating the attack.

This first battle saw the humans, who were at an absolute disadvantage at sea, successfully slaughtering their enemies with the weapons in their hands like the descending wrath of the heavenly gods…

Twenty thousand enemies were slaughtered!

The remaining foreign races that survived were also chased and hunted down by battle-hungry humans for another 30 to 50 km, leaving behind yet another trail of corpses that numbered fifteen thousand.

The Tundra Fleet would have achieved their first-ever complete annihilation of their enemies if the foreign marine races had not realized that things were not right and had tried with all their might to swim toward the deep ocean in the midst of battle.

Even so, the Tundra Fleet was not the only one that achieved such glorious battle outcomes on that fateful day.

Under the influence of the six official organizations, the entire wasteland ocean seemed to have exploded into action simultaneously. The humans launched a huge coordinated attack before the tsunami cycle was even over.

As the humans fully utilized each and every second to embark on a killing rampage, the previously arrogant foreign races were utilizing every second they had to flee for their lives as well!

From noon of seventh day until 2 o'clock in the morning the following day, the marine and terrestrial foreign races had lost a full 20% of their population to the resentful humans within the span of just half a day!

At that moment, after millions of tons of blood of the foreign races had been washed into the ocean, even with the constant crashing waves of the tsunami disaster, the entire sea was dyed with flecks of red!

It was a huge win for all humans on this day as they bathed in the iron scent of blood!

According to data estimation by the official shelters, the humans gained a whopping 20% increase in power before the war of three races had even started.

In addition to damaging the foreign races, nearly 70% of the human survivors were also able to cast aside their fear of the foreign races and undergo a huge shift in their mindsets. It was also this change in mindset that propelled the terrifying increase in power for the humans!

This mindset change would be more important than any combat ability or weapon during the upcoming Rebound Period of the foreign races.

However, at the same time, on Hope One that was currently at the edge of Battlefield 5 and about to enter Battlefield 3, the expression on Su Mo's face began to darken.

"Wolf Three, how do you feel now?"

"Reporting to Leader, I feel amazing, no, I think I can now take on five of the old me in a fight!"

Caressing the bulging muscles on his arms as he stood on the floor of the isolation room, the werewolf named Wolf Three basked in the envious looks of the other foreign races.

Right after he finished speaking, Wolf Three had excitedly released a wind blade as if trying to prove it to Su Mo, who he thought might not have believed that his abilities had skyrocketed.

Before this, in his clan consisting of two hundred werewolves, only four of them could release a wind blade.

Now, after the first rebound, as the congratulatory voices from the other foreign races filled his ears, and as he looked at the wide smile that had almost split Wolf Three's face in half, Su Mo felt as if he had been plunged into a freezer, even though the weather outside was a warm 20 or so degrees.

He was shivering all over!

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