My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

After closing the outermost stone door to block the cold wind from pouring in, there was finally no biting cold wind in the corridor.

Going all the way down, after closing the second door, Sumo could clearly feel the temperature of the shelter rising.

Until I walked into the door and opened it, a warm feeling hit my face.

Compared to the minus seven to eight degrees outside at this time, the four to five degrees in the shelter is simply a kind of enjoyment.

After looking at the third child who was still sleeping soundly, Sumo walked to the ventilation duct in the breeding room and looked up for a while.

The whistling cold wind flows down from the ventilation ducts. The temperature in the breeding room is obviously lower than that of other rooms, even lower than the living room.

However, the temperature is dropping, and the plants in the medium show no signs of frostbite.

"This culture medium is simply an artifact. At this temperature, it can also firmly absorb sunlight, lock in the internal humidity and temperature, and give each seedling the best growth environment."

After touching the tomato seedlings that had grown more than a dozen large leaves and the cabbage seedlings that had covered a large area, Sumo clicked his tongue in surprise.

With the nourishment of big and small sparks, according to this growth trend, the cabbage in the culture medium does not need to lift the seedlings at all. Sufficient sunlight and nutrients are completely sufficient for their growth.

"In more than ten days, I should be able to pick a few cabbages and try them. It is estimated that the garlic will take another twenty days."

After fiddling with the garlic sprouts that were pushed aside by the cabbage, Sumo pulled off a few cabbage leaves that were particularly "obtrusive" and "eye-catching" and walked out of the breeding room happily.

The cabbage in the middle has not grown yet, and the outer leaves are not old yet. Chop it up, add oil, and stir-fry it to give it a unique flavor.

The north wind mixed with the drifting snow was blowing outside, and it was impossible to get out. Somo was very leisurely and went to the supply room to find rice to steam.

"Well, there is no place to put these treasure chests after they are opened for the time being, so I will put them aside until the day when the trading secret realm opens, or when there is room to put them, I will open them all at once!"

Looking at the treasure chest wall, Sumo sat comfortably on the stone bench and admired it.

There is basically no shortage of urgently needed supplies in the base now, and there is no need to unpack them immediately. If something new comes out, it would be a waste if there is no place to store it.

There are only a few days left until the trading secret realm opens, so you can wait until the trading time and open a large number of boxes.

Moreover, this naturally luminous wall can also be used as a lamp at night.

While the rice was steaming in the pot, Sumo picked up the water cup, rinsed his mouth and wiped his face, then scooped out some water and poured it over the culture medium. The rice was just steaming.

Move the rice steaming pot aside, pour a little oil into the pot to heat it, chop the cabbage leaves into the pot and stir-fry for a few times, add some seasonings, and a fragrant green stir-fry is freshly cooked.

This weather, this smell, this steam and warmth coming from the ground pot, Somo is so happy that he wants to take off.

After asking Sanxiao to wake up, stir-fry the rice into the stir-fry, stir it a few times, and then pour the remaining soma into his basin.

A simple breakfast, so satisfying.

After arriving in the wasteland, the first meal of fresh vegetable leaves had a natural 200% bonus in taste. It was so delicious that people bit their tongues.

After finishing the meal and washing the pots, Somo didn't want to stay in the living room for a second longer in this weather, so he moved several glowing wooden boxes to the bedroom and plugged in the electric blanket.

Small and large sparks fluttered along with the heat, and they lay quietly on the two corners of the small bed, feeling the steaming heat of the electric blanket under their bodies, and their comfortable little eyes were squinted together.

Seeing that no one was playing with him, Oreo also ran over and made trouble by jumping up and down on the bed.

"Okay, we will go out later today. It will be too cold. If you go out, your dog's head will freeze off!"

Hearing the coldness, Oreo shook his dog's head in disdain, walked to the breeding room with great arrogance, and then walked back arrogantly, showing that he was not afraid at all.

Seeing this arrogant little look made Somo happy.

He stood up, forced Oreo into his arms, lifted the quilt, and lay down in Somo.

"Hiss, it's so comfortable. There's no hot water to soak your feet in this weather. It's so comfortable to have the quilt to warm your feet!"

Huskies' cold resistance makes Oreo more active in this kind of weather. On the contrary, humans, in this kind of weather, have stiff hands and feet and have difficulty moving, and outdoor activities require a lot of calories.

Lying on the bed, Sumo decided to take a look at the chat panel before the system's eight o'clock harvest arrived.

Concentrating his thoughts, the blue display screen appeared in the middle of his field of vision.

After clicking on the world chat channel, a ripple flashed through, and a stream of information began to scroll quickly across the screen.

As Soma's eyes focused, the scrolling began to slow down, and gradually reached a speed acceptable to the human eye and stopped changing.

"Hey guys, it's so cold. Are there any good friends in the basin? My choice of high mountains this time is really a classic, it's freezing me to death!"

"I'm in the basin. The snow has turned into rain. Hey, I've picked up half of the basin so far this morning. I boiled it and tried it. It's drinkable!"

"The water problem has finally been solved, but do you have enough firewood there? I wore a sweater when I came here. It was so cold!"

"Just take it one step at a time. If you really can't get more plant fiber, just pile yourself in the middle and don't get out."

"This damn weather will continue for more than ten days, and after the disaster, the snow won't disappear immediately. If you don't get more supplies now, will it be possible to go out after it snows?"

"Yes, that makes sense. Unfortunately, it is a waste of food to go out to work now. We have almost killed all the mutated creatures around us."

"Eh? I heard that two days ago, thousands of people from three shelters joined forces to fight against a centaur force with more than 200 people, and they won. I don't know what more than 200 centaurs can do. How much supplies have been released! I’m envious!”

"You are so envious of a hammer. Do you know how many people died? More than five hundred people. Five of us beat one, and we almost didn't get beaten. These beasts are really powerful."

As you browse more messages, the chat panel seems to remember your personal preferences.

When browsing, when players show psychological fluctuations, a prompt will pop up to ask whether to block similar messages.

For example, there are still some people on the world chat channel crying about poverty, and some are even acting like beggars, begging others to give them some food for themselves.

This kind of person doesn’t know what kind of thoughts he has.

He obviously has the skills and feet, but instead of going out to think of a solution, he squats in the shelter and does some useless work, trying to deceive some passers-by and give away things.

After looking at it, Sumo made a slightly disgusted expression, and immediately a prompt popped up. After clicking "Yes" with his mind, this kind of begging message disappeared instantly, and was completely isolated by the game panel.

As for the remaining advertising information, Sumo looked at each one with great interest.

"The Sea of ​​Death Shelter recruits veteran two-dimensional players. Male players are required to have high body fat (at least 22% and above), can endure hardships, and are not afraid of tiredness. Once hired, they are guaranteed to be supplied with at least 300g of food and 200ml of clean water every day, and receive favorable treatment. , if you need to join near XX location, please contact me quickly!"

"Fasal Club recruits combat-minded players. There is no requirement for your physical height. As long as your combat ability passes the test, after joining the shelter, we will guarantee half a catty of food a day, including at least 100g of meat. The specific location is XX, You can pay attention to the two hundred miles nearby.”

"Taz Temple is recruiting players with life skills. As long as you have skills and can make a large number of basic items, you can come and join us. We have enough combat power to ensure your safety, and we also have enough food to ensure that you survive this cold period. In winter, as long as you are willing to work long hours, we are waiting for your arrival at position XX!"

"Flying Tiger Shelter is currently located at location XX. We have detected a group of tauren with about 150 people nearby. Are there any other large shelters at this location that we can cooperate with to attack? It’s time to distribute the spoils according to contribution, and if we capture them, we will have enough supplies for the winter!”

The advertisements posted by each shelter were very interesting. After looking at them for a while, Sumo discovered to his surprise that the Fasar Society was one of the three shelters discussed by individual players on the World Channel.

The other two shelters they cooperated with suffered heavy losses after this battle, and one of them had less than forty people left.

Simply, the three shelters were directly merged together. The treasure chests and meat cut by more than 200 centaurs were completely enough for them to survive this cold winter.

"More and more fantasy races are eyeing humans, but at the same time, some powerful shelters can also backhand eat small races that have not yet developed their power. In the wasteland, the only way to survive is through constant killing. "

After flipping through it twice, Sumo suddenly had a clear understanding of the current form of human beings.

Because Western Sanctuary only recruits elites in the early stage, when they encounter these fantasy races in the early stage, they can rely on their strength to attack and annihilate these races before they develop.

On the contrary, these refuges in the East, because of their varying strengths and weak tails, are helpless in the face of these fantasy races and are far behind the West. The current situation is precarious.