My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

“No way. I can understand why you put a limit on all items, but why apply it to the creation function? Even a wooden spear costs me 1 disaster point, yet you’re only giving me 13 points!”

“The end of mankind has come. This damn game sure is up to no good. It’s coming up with ways to kill us!”

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“Bring down the game’s dominance. This world should let the people make their own decisions. Hurrah!”

“You need points to trade now. A handling fee of 3 points will be charged for something weighing 4kg. Why don’t they just rob us?”

“Huge reward. My mother has been sent to xx position. Is there anyone in the vicinity? Help me take care of her. She has no points. We can’t private message each other!”

“We’re dead meat. Without a storage space, my meat will rot in a few days!”

“Looking for someone kind to team up with. My location is probably in XX. Anyone nearby who’s interested can just private message me!”

Sitting inside the shelter, which was full of items from the inventory, Su Mo read through the shelters’ upgrade announcements with a grimace.

The change was a big step forward in making the somewhat gamified survival world real.

The creation system was canceled, and the torch that burned for 12 hours with one piece of wood and two plant fibers disappeared.

Other creation options such as providing materials to create buggy items were gone, leaving only the necessary tools and weapons, which could only be created by providing points.

“Trading needs points, inventory needs points, creating needs points, private messaging need points… You need points for everything.”

Disaster Points were all the update announcements talked about.

Everyone thought that the days where money troubled heroes were gone forever but did not expect it to return in such a ridiculous way.

Opening the system interface and Su Mo saw his points in a bright spot in the lower right corner:

632 points!

“It’s a good thing I upgraded the shelter first and got a ranking. The first place gets 400 points. What a steal!”

After surveying the cost of all the items, Su Mo’s tensed heart relaxed.

Because he was one step in front of everyone and alone, he got to enjoy all the Disaster Points and was extremely rich in the eyes of others.

Until another further major change, Su Mo could still use the creation system and the trading system.

As for the others… the end of the novice period had forced many people hiding in the shelter to face the harsh reality.

It was time to step outside the shelter and explore the wilderness!

The most lethal part of all these changes for Su Mo was the big cut to the storage space.

The previous storage system did not care about space. No matter how big the item being stored in the inventory was, it was counted as a unit.

For example, it was convenient how he could store the stones and iron resources he had into one inventory tab.

After the change, at least he could not store items as unruly as before, throwing in a few dozen units of resources all at once.

After clicking on the space icon in the inventory, Su Mo had an idea.

“Pay 100 Disaster Points and activate storage space.”

As if buying inventory expansion rolls in some underground city game, Su Mo’s gaze seemed to silently penetrate the space and came into a small space of one meter in length, width and height.

[Record]: Your Disaster Points-100. Your storage system’s current volume: 1 cubic meter.

After activating the storage system, the specific method of use remained unchanged.

You only need to focus on an item for one second to absorb the ownerless item.

The absorbed item could also reappear in Su Mo’s hand or 50cm from where it needed to be placed within a second.

He switched to the trading channel and tried it out.

Su Mo dismissed the idea of continuing to sell water.

The current trading system calculated their fee by weight, with a starting price of 2 points for the first 3kg and 1 point for each subsequent 1kg.

It meant that the idea of massively hoarding resources through the trading system had been invalidated.

The ultimate goal of the game panel was to promote each regional channel to communicate with each other and have resources they could bring into the trading secret realm.

“Sure enough. This isn’t a simple survival game.”

“Fortunately, my sister’s 16, and my parents are 54, so I don’t have to worry about them being sent in during this disaster. Otherwise, with the current exploration progress, I’ll have to risk my life.”

After observing the chat between World Channel and Regional Channel for a while, the tension in Su Mo’s heart came back.

After exiting to the upper right corner of the game panel, a number 15 and a snowflake icon appeared in the area where the disaster was displayed again.

When Su Mo focused on the number of days, a single line of prompt popped up.

[Countdown to the next disaster event outbreak: 15 days]

[Disaster Event: Blizzard (20 degrees below zero for 72 hours)]

“F*ck. 20 degrees below zero. Is this game f*cking out of their mind?”

The black paper and white text on the panel obviously would not change the slightest bit because of Su Mo’s anger.

“How can ordinary people survive a sudden blizzard just after acid rain?”

Su Mo suppressed his anger, and his face was flushed.

The first acid rain disaster was a difficult disaster for the underground shelters.

This storm was going to be an extreme test for the on-the-ground shelters.

Explorations, access to food, and above all, the need to keep warm could be daunting challenges for the on-the-ground shelters once the temperature dropped and the weather was cold.

“72 hours…”

Su Mo’s teeth were clattering.

Currently, the underground shelter was 140 square feet. Its corresponding temperature would be much lower than other underground shelters.

If he could not find proper heating in half a month, he would probably…

With this in mind, Su Mo impatiently closed the game panel and began to think about how to respond to the disaster fifteen days later.

The disasters in survival games were too frequent.

If it was a disaster every month, Su Mo had the confidence to get back to the electric era with the survival points in less than a year.

However, the second disaster was just 15 days away and had disrupted his development plans.

“I’ll go out and collect trash tomorrow. No, today. I must find heating facilities as soon as possible!”

With disaster looming, Su Mo had no intention of waiting for the rain to dry up.

After spending another 200 points and upgrading the storage system to 2 cubic meters, Su Mo began to move the clutter on the floor.

First, he moved all the stones and irons to the innermost corner of the shelter.

Then he used 8 units of wood to make wooden boards to build an ugly storage locker and put all the food and resources into it.

All that was left on the floor was some clutter.

“Huh… Isn’t this the shelter’s intact core?”

Picking up the glowing turtle armor on the ground, Su Mo touched his forehead.

He had too many things to work on every day. Before he could fuse the core last night, the generator captured his attention.

Now it seemed to be a lucky coincidence.

The shelter was already big enough, and the supplies were not enough to take up all the space. If it continued to expand, the temperature in the shelters was bound to fall further.

He would be forced to suffer in silence by then.

Carefully putting away the turtle armor in the storage system and putting all the clutter to the corner, Su Mo began to prepare what he would take with him to explore the ruins today.

It was urgent to explore the outside world when a natural disaster was around the corner.