My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

“Eh? Was Kento’s mental fortitude actually really weak? Did he just die from anger?”

Su Mo, who was still telling the “truth”, took a glance at how miserable Kento Maeda looked at that moment and scratched his head. He could not comprehend why Kento Maeda was so mad.

Compared with being bombed to death or being hacked to death…

Being aggrieved to death like Kento Maeda was considerably unique and very distinctive!

Su Mo pulled out a steel sword from the ground and gave Kento Maeda’s chest a few stabs just in case, before he throwing the body aside like trash.

“Traitors” like these—without even considering the human factor—were thought to be of a lower class than even the kobolds.

It disgusted Su Mo so much that he did not even want to touch him.

“Sure enough, the number of people did affect the intensity of the blizzard. It was obvious that the snowstorm has receded quite a bit after all these people died…”

He held out his hand and caught a falling snowflake.

Su Mo could clearly see that the size and the density of the snowflake had shrunk greatly. It was not as big nor as thick as the ones before.

He turned around, no longer studying the correlation between the blizzard and the number of survivors.

Staring at the blood-tainted plains before him, Su Mo felt a little desolate as he looked for survivors.

After one round of checking, as much as Su Mo did not want to believe in the conclusion of “total annihilation”, facts still trumped feelings.

To be injured in weather like this, it would only take a minute or two without medical attention for the cold to corrode the injured one’s will to live.

Should the injured succumb to the cold and lose consciousness, it would mean that they would never regain consciousness again.

Now that Kento Maeda had been taken care of, the enmity Su Mo felt towards the seven Huaxians—though they may have been lapdogs when helping Kento Maeda oppress other humans in their role as supervisors—had greatly decreased.

Lives out meant lights out, whatever that mattered then no longer mattered as much now that they were gone.

Excluding the likes of Kento Maeda, Marshall, and those that really deserved to die, the other people technically did not do anything fundamentally wrong.

They merely did it to survive, to strive toward a life better than others, and that drove them to shut out their conscience.

“Forget about it. Since you were all Huaxians, I, Su Mo, shall give you a proper Huaxian burial today. May you rest in peace on this deserted land.”

With a thought, a shiny, simple-looking, excellent-quality shovel appeared in Su Mo’s hands.

He sauntered along the slope toward the bottom of the hill. This time, Su Mo walked on for a very long time.

After walking for a whopping three hundred meters, Su Mo picked out a spot that had a lot of weeds and started digging with his shovel.

Too many had died on that hill, humans and kobolds alike, so it took Su Mo more than an hour to finally finished digging out the pit.

One meter deep and eight meters wide.

He walked back and started transporting the dead bodies.

The kobolds’ bodies went in first.

Two bronzer treasure chests, two iron treasure chests, and three wooden treasure chests materialized in exchange for the deaths of eighteen kobolds this time. It was a much lower rate than before.

In the process of transportation, Su Mo cynically stripped Kento Maeda naked, and casually took his safehouse core from beneath him.

Then, he went ahead and stuffed Kento Maeda’s naked corpse at the very bottom of the pit, brought the kobolds’ bodies over, and stuck three of them face-to-face, directly on top of Kento Maeda.

Next, he stacked the kobolds’ bodies layer by layer on top of each other until Kento Maeda’s body was fully covered, then he laid them flat.

“Even after you die, I want you to stare at your dog-headed daddy and ponder closely on why you’d decided to be a lapdog!”

Su Mo looked at Kento Maeda’s awful state, patted the dirt off his hands, and exhaled, releasing all the pent-up negativity that had been accumulated from before.

He could not see the “traitors” in other places, and he also did not want to see them.

Surely, if Kento Maeda dared to show up and challenge humankind’s bottom line, as a kind, passionate, and brave youth of this new age, Su Mo naturally would not allow him to continue with his revolting regime for the sake of the people around him.

Su Mo made his way slowly to the top of the hill.

He chose to not continue this abusive act towards the rest of the deceased, including Marshall.

There were large patches of blood on their clothing and, even after cleaning them, Su Mo would not have felt comfortable wearing them.

Su Mo only removed and set aside the cotton-padded jackets that were still in substantially acceptable conditions.

After making sure that there were no more valuables on the deceased, Su Mo collected all their safehouse cores and stored them into his storage space. Then he started transporting the dead bodies.

This was a huge project and he could only take it slowly.

After all the bodies had been piled into the pit, and after cleaning up the blood-stained ground on top of the hill, it was already five in the evening.

Su Mo did not sweat after following the Kento Maeda the entire journey, even to his grave. However, after this unintended workout, Su Mo was drenched beneath his combat uniform.

‘My man, you gotta think of a way to kill people somewhere else.’

‘Or the surroundings of my shelter would just turn into a cemetery!’

Inches after inches of mud fell, gradually filling the pit and burying everything within it.

Su Mo pulled down his mask, took out some psychic energy water, gargled his mouth, and spit into the pit. Then, he shoveled in the last bit of mud.

The end.

This was the shelter’s second large-scale battle after the one with Huang Biao’s party of five.

16 humans lives were lost!

18 kobold lives were killed!

34 lives in total!

After some consideration, Su Mo made up his mind and took out a unit of wood, chopping it into planks and shaving one of them carefully with his axe.

He paused for exactly three seconds. With the plank on his left hand and the axe on his right, he began to carve words onto that wooden plank.

“Friends and family mourn for good people that were gone too soon”

“All of the existence will joyfully celebrate when bad people drop dead!”

“The heavens see everything!”

When he was done, he stuck the plank into the ground of the newly-filled grave and kept all his tools.

Su Mo gave this burial site two final glances before reeling in his sentimental feeling and walking back to his shelter without turning back.

Snow was still falling. Occasionally, some snowflakes would fall on the plank and the burial site.

Eventually, other than Su Mo, no one else would know about this complicated, drama-like, war series that happened in this very area.

Oreo, who had been lying quietly and vigilantly on the ground, ran toward Su Mo affectionately and whimpered like a child after seeing that he was finally done.

“Okay, okay. I know that you’re hungry. I’ll feed you something yummy today!”

Su Mo was famished after hustling till five in the evening. He was drenched with sweat all over.

But…

When he looked at the pile of safehouse cores he had collected and stored in his storage space…

Su Mo smiled.

Oreo, who was in Su Mo’s arms, smiled as well.

He turned the combination lock on the door, unlocked the door, stepped into the passageway, and pushed a lever to randomize the passcode combination.

Immediately, a sense of security filled him.

A fortified shelter in this doomsday world was the definition of security.

Behind closed doors, to Su Mo, as long as he was inside his shelter, it did not matter if it was flooding or burning outside. He would barely be affected.

“There’s no way you could’ve bombed my shelter open with your homemade gunpowder. Dream on!”

Su Mo’s confidence grew as he walked along the stone passageway.

He could not help but chuckle at the thought of how a group of people tried to bomb his shelter using gunpowder today.

Su Mo stood before the residential door and gave Oreo a hard shake, to shake off all the snow, before releasing her into the house.

He went on to remove his combat uniform right there at the residential passageway.

His sweatshirt and pants came off too. Su Mo was only clad with undergarments as he walked into the interior of the shelter.

With a wave of his hand, the wind picked up some speed.

The sweatshirt and pants he held in his hands danced around vigorously and, in less than a minute, it was already crisp and fresh. Then Su Mo put them on again.

“I really should’ve kidnapped Kento Maeda in here and put up a grand performance with my magic for that old dog. It really does get a little lonely in here!”

After controlling the wind to remove the moisture from his photometric combat uniform, Su Mo connected his equipment to their respective charging ports.

The photometric combat uniform had perfectly proven its usefulness after the newest all-terrain upgrade.

It would continue to be the greatest “magical item” in the next ten days of snowfall!

Big Spark and Little Spark, frightened by the loud sonic boom from the blast, saw Su Mo and came sprinting toward him.

They may not have been the same as before, but loud noises were still their ultimate weakness, and that seemed to not have changed.

The two chickens circled Su Mo as they were clucking passionately, as if complaining about the fright they had to endure today.

Oreo came over and joined in the fun. She whimpered continuously, though no one knew what she and the chickens were saying to each other.

“Okay, okay, I’ll cook now. Stop disturbing me!” Su Mo patted the chickens on their heads and took long strides to the supplies storage to retrieve some food.

Today’s battle had been really long and, Su Mo, who had been working up till this moment, was famished.

He eagerly took out the 400g of beef jerky that he was saving up in his storage and, after much consideration, he painstakingly plucked off another two “troublesome” bok choy leaves!

Su Mo poured out slightly more than a catty of rice and, within half an hour, the smell of beef fried rice wafted out from the pot as he removed the lid.

He distributed the rice into Big Spark, Little Spark, and Oreo’s bowls. Su Mo was already salivating endlessly from the hunger.

After a tornado-style inhalation of food, Su Mo did not even leave behind the burnt scraps of rice at the bottom of the pan, licking it all clean.

Su Mo gulped down a huge mouthful of psychic energy water.

He could not help but laugh when he saw the shiny, gleaming treasure boxes on the wall. Then Su Mo smiled and focused mentally on the things in his “storage space”…