My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

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After arming himself with weapons, he did not forget about the armor.

He put on his combat uniform, and wore the armor that he had been put aside since his physical strength rating had increased.
Su Mo then continued to review the other things that needed to be brought along.

Tactical binoculars, grab!

A large net that he had made not long ago; it would be useful to carry some items back, grab!

A radio communicator with a range of three kilometres, which had not been used since he acquired it, grab!

…

Bits and bobs; Su Mo brought along more than ten miscellaneous items that might come in handy, and then chose to bring along some food and water just in case he was caught in any unforeseen circumstances.
When Su Mo returned to the first floor, it was already half past five in the morning.

At this point, there was a faint gleam in the sky, and the sun was beginning to rise over the horizon.

At this moment, the bluish black mist finally stopped expanding, reaching the final stages of its formation.

Su Mo prepared enough food and water for Big Spark and Little Spark, and then he closed the alloy gate on the first floor.
Along with Oreo and Moore, Su Mo took large strides forward in the direction of the shipyard.

In front of the shipyard, Hope Village’s militia was already in position.

The fully-armed militia, comprising fifteen people, and the valiant Zhong Qingshu were all standing there waiting for Su Mo.

Things were not how they used to be.
Now, most of the wasteland refugees had acquired the ability to properly explore their surroundings.

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So, to ensure their safety and harvest, they would have to keep an eye out as there might have been refugees who had hurried here when they saw the phenomena unfold in the night sky.

“How is it? Do you need me to accompany you?”

Zhong Qingshu’s eyes brightened up when she saw the fully-armed Su Mo walk toward her.
It was as if she was recalling the first time they met, and how Su Mo had been kicking the enemy’s ass in the kobold castle.

The black and silver armor, matched with the black combat uniform, made Su Mo seem like a terrifying phantom in the dark.

Su Mo’s facial expression could not be seen clearly with his black mask on.
They could only judge his current temperament based on the vicious dog beside him, and the towering halberd-wielding lightning bear warrior that accompanied him.

“No need, please guard the perimeter and don’t let anyone in.”

Su Mo shook his head as he rejected Zhong Qingshu’s offer decisively.

While there were many hidden secrets within the black mist ruins, there was also the issue of the difference in time flow between the ruins and reality.

He did not have much time currency remaining, so to do something big this time, he would likely have to spend every penny to counteract the time penalty.

He would have to make sure of that because, after he entered the ruins and accomplished what he needed to do, the difference in the two timelines would be frighteningly large and, without sufficient time currency, it was possible that the ocean would have already swallowed up his surroundings by the time he exited the ruins.

Zhong Qingshu understood Su Mo’s concern, so she nodded her head and walked toward the end of the ruins alone.

Su Mo had strictly controlled the issuance of firearms, so aside from Zhong Qingshu’s two handguns, the others in the militia all carried iron spears.

Su Mo thought for a moment, as he watched the “poorly-armed” militia force that seemed to lack combat strength in his eyes, and opened his storage space again.

“Qi Qin, here is a handgun and two magazines.
I hope you can appreciate the trust I’m placing in you.”

In front of the envious eyes of the other members of the militia, Su Mo took out the gun that he had seized from Kento Maeda’s partner.

There were twelve rounds in the gun, and Su Mo took out another twenty four rounds and passed them to him as well.

In the doomsday wasteland, it did not matter how many inspiring speeches you delivered, or how many long-lasting promises you made…

Such things would be no better than a pile of drivel in front of this gun.

As a decommissioned soldier, Qi Qin knew full well what owning a gun meant and what it signified, as well as how much it would help with his status in the doomsday wasteland.

As a soldier from a military family, Qi Qin could not be considered naive, and neither could he be considered particularly intelligent.
However, compared to everyone else, Su Mo could absolutely guarantee that only Qi Qin was not wildly ambitious.

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The others, excluding Chen Shen and Wu Feiguang, even the ordinary refugees wanted to reach a higher standing and live a better life.

Qi Qin was the only one who truly wanted to work under a “boss”.

He accepted the gun and ammunition with both hands raised.
Qi Qin did not say anything, he only nodded his head aggressively.
From his eyes…

Su Mo could see a loyal heart!

A level of loyalty that even Chen Shen had never expressed.

“Work hard and patrol the perimeter.
Make sure that no one enters the ruins!”

Su Mo patted Qi Qin’s shoulders, and he watched as Qi Qin led the remaining militia in the opposite direction of Zhong Qingshu’s patrol route.
Su Mo then abandoned all his stray thoughts and entered a combat-ready state, preparing himself for what was to come.

With a gun slung over his arm, and equipped with the armor, Su Mo stood at the entrance of the black mist ruins that was about to form.
He began to slowly practice the movements of the Su Family Spear Technique.

It was as if his one arm could pierce through the black mist…

As if his legs could pin down the sky.

After going through one round of the motions, Su Mo, who was wearing both the combat uniform and the armor, was already sweating.

Moore, who was behind him, performed his own lighting bear clan’s warm-up exercises; he was doing push-ups on the ground for a while, and then started hopping on the spot to stretch himself.

Eventually, Moore wielded the three-pointed two-edged sword, and followed Su Mo in the motions of his “Su Family Spear Technique”.

Oreo was lying on the ground motionless.
There seemed to be some divine power flowing within her eyes as she stared at the black mist ruins.

Twice…

Thrice…

When Su Mo’s whole body was covered in beads of sweat, he took out the water container from his storage space, and downed half the bottle.

He handed the remaining half to Moore and stored it away after Moore had finished drinking.
In front of him, the black mist ruins had finally taken shape.

A posh-looking door amidst the black mist…

Suddenly appeared!