My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

equired a lot of calories.

Lying in bed, Su Mo decided to look at the chat channel before the system’s eight o’clock harvest.

He focused mentally and a blue display screen appeared at the center of his field of vision.

After clicking on the World Channel, a ripple flashed by and streams of messages began to scroll quickly across the screen.

As Su Mo’s gaze focused, the scrolling began to slow down and gradually reached an acceptable speed for human eyes before finally coming to a halt.

“Good God, it’s freezing! Is there any good brother at the basin? I’ve become a legend by choosing the high mountains.
I’m so cold!”

“I’m at the basin.
The falling snow has turned into rain.
Heh, I have collected half a bucket of water from morning till now.
I tried boiling it and it’s drinkable!”

“The water problem has now been solved, but do you guys have enough wood at your place? I wore a sweater when I came and it was so cold!”

“I’ll plan as I go.
If I can’t bear the cold, I’ll collect more plant fibers and pile myself in the middle and not go out.”

“This damn weather is going to last for more than ten days.
Besides, the snow won’t be gone immediately after the disaster.
If you don’t get more supplies now, don’t tell me that you’ll only head out after the snow?”

“Yeah, that makes sense.
Too bad it’s a waste of food to go out and work now.
We’ve almost killed all the mutant creatures around us.”

“Eh? I heard that thousands of people from three shelters joined forces to fight over two hundred Centaurs a few days ago, and they won the battle.
Who knows how many supplies you can get from over two hundred Centaurs! How envious!”

“What’s there to be envious of? Do you know how many people died? More than 500 people! It was five of us against one Centaur, and we almost didn’t win.
This group of beasts are really amazing…”

The chat channel seemed to remember personal preferences as more and more messages were browsed through.

A prompt would deliberately pop up when players exhibited certain browsing tendencies, asking if they would like to block similar messages from popping out.

For example, there were still some people crying about their poverty on the World Channel.
Some of them were even living as beggars, begging others to give them some food or supplies.

Who knew what kind of thoughts these people had.

They clearly had hands and feet, but did not go out to look for a way to survive.
Instead, they crouched within their shelters doing some useless work and tried to trick random and kind-hearted players to hand out alms.

Su Mo made an expression of slight disgust when he was looking through those messages.
Suddenly, a prompt popped out.
After tapping yes mentally, the begging messages instantly disappeared, all of them blocked from the game panel.

As for the advertising messages that remained, Su Mo looked at them one by one with great interest.

“Death Fire Sea Shelter is recruiting senior 2D players.
We’re looking for male players that have a high body fat percentage of at least 22%, who can endure hardship and are unafraid of exhaustion.
Once recruited, we guarantee a daily supply of at least 300g of food and 200ml of clean water.
Preferential treatment.
Anyone who is near XX location and wants to join, please contact me quickly!”

“Faisal Society is recruiting combat-conscious players.
No requirements for height and physique, as long as your combat abilities are passable.
After joining the shelter, we will guarantee half a catty of food per day, which contains at least 100g of meat.
We’re located at XX.
Those within 200 miles please take a look.”

“Tac Sanctuary is recruiting players with life skills.
As long as you have the skills to produce a large amount of basic items, you can come join us.
We have enough players with combat abilities to ensure your safety and also plenty of food for you to get through this cold winter.
As long as you’re willing to work for long hours.
we await your arrival at XX location!”

“Flying Tiger Shelter is currently located at XX.
We have spotted an army of about 150 Taurens nearby.
Are there any large-sized shelters in this location that can cooperate with us to attack them? When the time comes, the spoils will be distributed according to contributions.
If we take them down, we’ll have enough supplies for the winter!”

….

The advertisements posted by each shelter were very interesting.
Su Mo looked at them for a while and suddenly realized that Faisal Society was one of the three shelters that had earlier been talked about by the solo players in the World Channel.

The other two shelters that worked with them suffered heavy losses after the battle with the Centaurs.
One of the shelters even had less than 40 people left.

….

The three shelters were then merged into one.
The treasure chests emerged and meat harvested from more than two hundred Centaurs would be more than enough for them to survive this cold winter.

“More and more magical races are targeting humans but, at the same time, some powerful shelters can turn the tides and devour the small races that have not yet fully developed in power.
Sure enough, the only way to survive in the wasteland is to continue killing.”

After scrolling through several times, Su Mo suddenly had a clear understanding of the current situation of humans.

Given that the western shelters only recruited elites, they could rely on their combat strength to attack when they encountered these magical races in the early stages.
They eradicated these races before they could develop.

The eastern shelters, on the contrary, were overly cautious when facing these magical races due to their subpar strength and leadership, which was further hampered by their ineffective subordinates.
They were far behind the West and the current situation was precarious.