My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

After using information analyzed from the current future he was in to confirm the intentions of the foreign races…

Su Mo saluted whoever concocted this “perfect” plan, even if it was his enemy.

Such a meticulous plan with technically no loopholes could never come have originated from the foreign races who did not have an IQ score above a hundred.

If that plan had not come from human spies, then it must have come from…

The higher echelons!

“I never thought that these sly foxes would already have their eyes on me even before I informed everyone else about the disaster.”

“Taller trees often fall first, don’t they?”

“It seems like I’ve overestimated their bottom line!”

Su Mo shook his head and stared at the empty Great Canyon with wistful eyes. He gave the exit command and was brought out of the simulation world by a ray of light.

After he discovered the foreign races’ intentions, staying in the simulation world any longer would simply waste his time. It was meaningless.

Since their target was the Underground Shelter’s core, they did not have to rush to destroy it right now.

They could wait a day or two, perhaps even three to five days, until Su Mo was long gone before they made their move.

Given these circumstances, even if Su Mo equipped Hope Village in preparation for this attack, they would still not be able to hold off a twenty-thousand strong army of foreign races all at once.

At that point in time, all the villagers would die, the village would be destroyed, and the Underground shelter would be in ruins. The shelter core also would also be broken and lose any potential for further growth and development.

Even if Su Mo knew about all this, the mastermind would not have to panic either.

That was because Su Mo only had two choices available to him.

The first choice was to reformat the core and bring it away with him, but that would mean losing all of his previously acquired advantages and starting from scratch.

The second choice was to remain in the area and wait for a foreign race to stumble into his territory and then obtain the permission to teleport his shelter from killing them.

Unfortunately, no matter how long Su Mo waited, no foreign race creatures would pass by because of the orders given by the Five Royal Clans.

“Did they think they could force me to reformat my shelter and run away just based on these twenty-thousand foreign race creatures?”

Su Mo watched as the wasteland appeared before him as he put the Divulgence of Heaven’s Secret talisman away. He then walked out of the bridge and walked up the stairs to the captain’s quarters.

This was the highest point on the ship aside from the fire-control radar.

From the room, one could see the peaceful wasteland being illuminated by the moonlight, as well as Iron Rock Mountain in the distance.

Before the disaster, the wasteland was just like Earth, full of life and its people lived their lives free of worry.

Su Mo plucked a bottle of psychic energy water from the air and slowly sipped it while ruminating on the entire situation that he was presented with.

The person who concocted this plan had thought of every single possibility. They even considered that Su Mo might have a spy on his side and that he was able to find out everything about the foreign races’ plan.

Su Mo even believed that the twenty-thousand foreign race creatures that threatened to keep him in place…

Were not located around the area, nor did they band together!

They might have been split into small groups, circling around the area five hundred, a thousand, or maybe even 1500 kilometers away.

Before the disaster, these cowardly foreign races were in fear of the God Slayer. Even if the Five Royal Clans forced them against their will, they would not have even dared to think about going near his territory.

It would only be before the disaster struck, perhaps a day or two, that they would receive news about his departure and then cockily head toward the basin.

They would then lie in wait, waiting for the signal to gather.

Such strict discipline could only be maintained and coordinated through the chat channels. Even if one or two foreign races went rogue, their plan will not be jeopardized in any way.

That was unless Su Mo could intercept information as to where they were. That way, he could aim missiles to bombard their location at a moment’s notice.

Otherwise, the foreign races would always be able to shift their positions and there was no way to eradicate them!

This was the apparently perfect plan, and even Su Mo nodded in approval after working out the logic inside his head.

“Looking at it from another perspective, even if I tried to plot against myself, I wouldn’t even be able to dream up such a plan.”

“These people have put in some real effort!”

Su Mo could not help but be delighted the moment he thought about a large group of hundreds of people, sitting around a table and discussing how to plot against him all day and all night.

“No wonder I see more and more messages about my impending death in the foreign races’ chat channels recently.”

“In the humans’ chat channels, the higher echelons are also holding their tongues as they watch me gain so much authority and have so many citizens idolize me.”

“So to these people who already knew what was going to happen, I’m just a dead man walking!”

“Nobody would deliberately spite a dead man walking, and no one would want to bear the possible rage of that man in the end!”

“So I’m just a clown to all of you?”

Su Mo gripped the steel panels as he stared at the flag at the bow of the boat that shimmered gold and red.

Su Mo had a dreamy look in his eyes. It seemed as if he was able to see past the wasteland and gaze at the faces of the men who pitied and mocked him at the same time.

Their pity at the fact that the Almighty Su of humankind was about to fall and their mocking of the Almighty Su for not knowing his place.

At the same time, they were afraid of Almighty Su’s rage; afraid that he would lash out at them if they showed themselves; afraid that he would bring them down with him.

They did not think that their act of cowardice made them look like clowns. Instead, they thought of themselves as the saviors of mankind.

They wanted the “light”, which was Su Mo, to sink into the ocean, never to illuminate the sky again.

However…

They…

Knew nothing at all!

They did not know that, as long as Su Mo kept his mouth shut, there would be no twenty-thousand foreign races, and no scheming against each other. After four days, that night would be the night of their demise.

They did not know that, if Su Mo self-destructed, all men, foreign races, and the wasteland alike, would be completely erased. Everything would revert back to chaos.

They knew not of…

These ordinary people who only had a piece of bread to eat, and a sip of clean water to drink.

These ordinary people who would starve themselves to protect and shelter their children from harm.

These ordinary people who toiled under the scorching, 35-degree heat just to rebuild their homes.

These ordinary people who begged and groveled in the chat channels all day just to obtain what little information they could about building boats and ships.

You, us, them.

What did these people really want?

They cared only about their own benefits, they cared only about results, they cared only about themselves, they cared only about their so-called…

Future of humankind!

“Darkness has descended upon us, but the light of dawn seems so far away. I can’t help everyone hold on until dawn comes.”

“As for those greedy beasts who lurk in the dark.”

“They are waiting for me to grow weak and then try to tear me down, but I will let none of them escape this time!”

Su Mo stood in the captain’s quarters as the cold wasteland wind blew against his face. Despite that, he could feel his blood boiling within him.

In life, one does not have to be honest; one does not have to be kind either, but one must have a conscience and live a happy life.

In Su Mo’s next battle, he will go on such a rampage that heads would roll; a rampage that would wash the land with the blood of the foreign races; a rampage that would make the fishes cower in fear…

If not, he would not feel good. He would not relent. He would not be satisfied!

“Dad, mom, I’m sure that both of you will support my decisions!”

Su Mo gazed at the stars in the sky and reminisced about his father. He would hold his belly after finishing his dinner and say, “The call to battle must be answered.”

Mama Su would then retort, “You’re fifty years old already, old man. You would only be a huge burden going into battle.” Papa Su then said, “If I can’t go, my son will. If my son can’t go, my grandson will. They will achieve glory.”

Su Mo could not help but smile at the thought of that scene.

“Humans make infinite amounts of decisions throughout their lifetime.”

“But I believe that the decision that I’m going to make today, I will never regret it at any point in my life!”

Su Mo walked down the stairs onto the main deck and closed the doors. By the time his feet connected with the floor, he had regained his composure.

No anxiety, no rage, no panic.

As Su Mo walked back to the Underground Shelter, he pieced together a plan in his mind.

He turned the winch and the gate swung open. He descended the shelter and informed everyone that he did not wish to be disturbed. He felt his brain working faster and faster.

Su Mo sat at the table, turned off the notifications from the game panel, took out a pen and paper, and started to write down his first point.

One. The location of the twenty-thousand foreign race creatures.

It was February 17th and the time was eleven o’clock. The date of the disaster would be February 22nd, and it would begin early in the morning.

Time left: four days.

The foreign races who were tasked with attacking the basin should still be in small groups currently, having not banded together just yet. The worst that could happen was a defector among their ranks, but even that would not affect their plans significantly.

However, there was still a flaw in this meticulous plan.

To avoid any kind of risk, the aliens might start to gather the small groups together two days before the disaster, approaching the basin in the hopes of preserving their fighting strength and siege capabilities for when the disaster struck.

After the disaster abated, they would disperse once more and wait for the signal to gather together again.

Thus, the best times to investigate would be between the day after tomorrow and the day of the disaster.

As long as he put in the time to search for the foreign races in a certain direction, he would be able to find some clues at the very least!

Obtaining the locations of the foreign races was not a tough task either. A small trick would be enough to reveal the exact locations of all the foreign races.

“I need two stable, high-frequency wave stations. The ones that can transmit up to thousands of kilometers!”

“I also need to upgrade the old phone so that it can detect the positions of foreign races within a 300-kilometer radius!”

“I need a passcode. A passcode specially used to transmit my messages.”

Su Mo stared at the contents of the paper under the light. After he found everything he needed on the trading market, he stretched his back and stood up.

No one was ever prepared for an assassin and no one could fight against their future selves.

In the ever-changing future, Su Mo had gotten everything that he needed.

There was still a bar and a half of energy left on the Divulgence of Heaven’s Secret talisman.

An hour and a half was simply not enough time for Su Mo to enter the simulation world, get through the disaster, and sail to the Great Canyon.

However, tweaking the high-frequency wave stations and intercepting a short message only required two minutes of his time.

Su Mo had 90 minutes, so he could repeat that process at least 30 times. He used the basin as the center point. As for the aliens in the 30 different directions around him…

This was their unlucky day!