My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

Chapter 378: Even The Wind and Waves Help Me, the Invincible Hope One!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In the short span of sixty days in the Deep Sea World, Su Mo had now become king—he was the Ambassador of the God of the Ocean. He had become the world’s renowned Ironblood Commander.

However, only Su Mo himself knew that deep within, this trial was essentially a large… real-life simulation strategy game!

With the strength of permission from Poseidon, his fleet could launch a surprise raid on the enemy’s home base, giving them a thunderous blow to their core.

Even with Ten Stars’ wanted worth, any governmental organization would have now retreated behind Zhadu Strait.

It would not be easy to stop the five elite naval warships carrying enormous amounts of precious materials that showed up daily near White Sand Island.

Through the wars with the twenty thousand troops from foreign races, all the technology gathered had allowed them to build a basic construction blueprint.

Su Mo had not yet experimented on the wasteland, rather he risked everything to achieve all he could in this world.

Nevertheless, until now, Su Mo still could not dare to forget where his roots were…

Wasteland World!

Sitting in the study, Su Mo stared at the desk until he plunged into deep thought. A sense of heroism exuded through the tip of his eyebrows.

Su Chan did not dare make a peep, but her gaze was filled with admiration!

Following the way back on the ship, she had heard gossip about Su Mo in his current state. Her heart had originally grown a trace of unfamiliarity with the man she thought she knew.

Still, after a hug that lasted a few minutes, that sense of unfamiliarity immediately reverted to the affection she reserved for her “Big Brother”.

“When Lu Yongyi was leaving, he had the animals stay in their original positions in the Tundra Shelter using large wooden rafts at his disposal. He even left behind some food, along with securing the route behind the line using soul monitoring. That’s a good move.”

“Through helping Tundra One’s treasure fishes, they would’ve spread out on their own after you left. The soul monitoring chain would only break if they meet some life-threatening danger ahead.

“However, by now, letting all these fish disperse along with the creatures on the rear had the chain break and reform at the same time. By the looks of it, a disaster’s coming!

“Only by engulfing the entire wasteland in its calamity, would it have been able to affect the plethora of creatures across the landmass!”

He steadily knocked on the smooth resin surface of the desk, looking at the summarised messages of the paper. After an initial bout of panic, he finally calmed down; somewhat.

Right then, there were some creatures that had not broken their chain. That meant that the origin of this disaster was unknown.

In the beginning stages, Tundra One had some form of self-defense. It would not capsize upon trouble as it would now.

Even so, Tundra One still sailed perfectly on the high seas. Never mind Hope One that would be naturally several times stronger than a wooden battleship like Tundra One. There should not be any problems.

The situation would prove not to have reached its nadir!

“Is it a disaster? But the tsunami disaster is still 70 days away…”

“No, that is merely the semblance of disaster, the real method of containing it is unbelievably complex. You just need to know that the disaster wouldn’t necessarily come at the intended time—it could come fast, or it could come slow. If we keep resorting to the routine mindset of surviving in the Wasteland, it would take only minutes for us to be tricked like idiots!”

Seeing the naive air upon Su Chan’s face, he decided against confiding in her the relationship between the games and disasters in the Wasteland.

With another breath, the conversation moved on to something different. Su Mo kept saying, “Taking the speed to which the chain broke and the breadth of the area affected into consideration, this disaster is sure to happen on the seas. Seeing that even the underwater realm will be affected, there’s a high chance that it’s referring to the tsunami that will occur in 70 days.

“Just like how Big Brother changed the course of the third disaster into a welfare disaster, Wasteland now appears to be facing the same dilemma as before!”

“Doesn’t that mean that… everyone’s going to drown?”

Su Mo sighed. “In theory, this tsunami should last for seven days continuously and its power will reach its apex on the seventh day. Based on the motion of the sea surface and the winds above the first few days, however, the normal raft survivors should still be able to sustain themselves then. Not even Tundra One could withstand the waves of the tsunami, especially on the final few days!

“Actually no, I’m a hundred percent certain that on the last day of the tsunami disaster, Tundra One won’t be able to withstand its imminent destruction.

“On the eve of real calamity, there’s no difference between humans who are a few months old and a hive of puny ants. All will face their end!”

…

“Groups Four, Five, Six, and Seven, quickly bring forth the dry bags!

“There will be a half-hour long interval between every wave of the tsunami, this is the golden time for any rescue.

“All of you are specially trained militia from the shelter. You’re our physical pillar. I need four groups to plug up the leaks within twenty minutes. Once time is up, no matter where you are, you must retreat here at all costs, your life is at stake!

“Groups One, Two, and Three, clear out the miscellaneous cargo in the storage space immediately. Your task is simple—bring all material possessions from the storage units below here and pile them up on the spots where the other groups took the dry bags from.

“Group Eight, you must constantly monitor the sea level. If there’s any sign of danger from the readings, report to me at once.

“Group Nine, you have the same task as the first three groups. Go empty the storage space, I need you to use that space to store the treasure fishes washed up by the waves!

“Group Ten, supervise the global chatroom to see if there are any new disaster warnings!

“Right now, there are still three minutes and twenty-two seconds until the first wave of the tsunami. All of you, prepare for the worst!”

Standing atop Iron Rock Mountain’s viewing deck, Chen Shen held two trumpets in his own hands—the kind used for selling fresh produce in the market. He maddeningly screamed about.

His voice was exceptionally loud and clear!

Still, under the drizzling rain, there was even lightning sliding across the pitch-black night sky…

Any voice would have been too soft!

Boom!

Boom! Bang!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Bang! Bang!

Waves upon waves of the tsunami came and went, mercilessly knocking on the body of the mountain. The immense noise could nearly blow apart someone’s eardrums.

With every frightful hit, an unsettling sense of horror flashed across the faces of those villagers stranded in place, ready to act.

In the era of civilization on Earth, for Huaxians, something like a tsunami would be rarer than rare.

Even for those who lived in coastal cities, from the moment they were born until they faced death, anything like this would have only happened on television screens, or merely be seen in news or media outlets.

If one really wanted to trace back the history of such natural disasters, stopping before transmigration, the last time a tsunami came was in…

The year 1923!

Of course, the current tsunami would differ greatly from those instigated by earthquakes on Earth. It lacked that key lethality and power emanating from the ground to be familiar.

Even with that, with every surge and strike of inexplicable power, the exhilaration brought forth within every Huaxian’s senses was still pulse-pounding.

“Only fifteen seconds left, brace yourselves!”

“Report!”

“Speak!”

“If we can be trapped like this at Iron Rock Mountain, then the Shelter Leader might…”

“Silence, Liu Shuiquan! Keep your thoughts to yourself! Even if you, me, and everyone dies today, the Shelter Leader will be fine!”

“Hope One is Wasteland’s strongest battleship! Hope One will never die! The Leader will never die!

“Hope One is indestructible!

“Remember my words—indestructible!

“It’s time people, move!”

…

Vroom vroom! Vroom vroom whoosh!

“It’s flipping! It’s flipping! Don’t rush me, let me think!

“The fourth line of page 38 of Chief Mate’s Manual says that when facing large waves at sea, and the ship is slanting to an angle greater than 25 degrees, we need…

“Everyone, Connie, Connie!

“Let all foreign races head to the main deck below instantly. With bigger waves, we have to close off any possible areas of water leakage. Enter emergency hedging maneuver, fast!”

Under the night sky, the sea that Hope One was cruising on had become likened to a trampoline.

Just like the noodles made by a Lanzhou ramen master, the sea surface was spurred on by a mystical force, endlessly thrashing from top to bottom. Hope One could only hopelessly be swept along for the ride, rising and sinking at its will.

Compared to the coastal Hope Village, Hope One finally ventured into deep waters a week after it set sail.

On Earth, tsunami waves were hundreds of kilometers long, whilst vessels could only sail at most dozens of kilometers every hour. Therefore, in the deep-sea, one could not even feel the wave if they tried.

In comparison with how tsunamis played out in movies, any wave could only soar as high as a mere meter in the deepest parts of the ocean, even at its worst like the 04′ Indian Ocean Tsunami.

With just a little weight, passing through waves of this height was just like drinking or eating—not worth a mention!

On the other hand, it was now a different story on Wasteland!

Due to that mysterious force pulling up the sea level, you could still really feel the waves even in the deep sea.

Every area had a different height for its waves. This fact decreed that no matter what place one’s in or whatever ship is on its voyage, one would still have to completely endure the tsunami from its lowest to its highest.

Even when Hope One was on its way, now and then a few waves of thirty-something meters in height would suddenly rise from the surface and blast onto the ship.

It was just like the time Su Mo used the Sea Wave Horn to conjure that sea mountain—when these kinds of tsunami waves reached a certain height, its inherent power would dissipate in an instant and the wave would sprinkle upon the surface of the ocean.

The external impact that hit Hope One would not cause any damage despite ringing out thunderous claps as it crashed onto the ship.

When hitting wooden ships of middling strength, however, it would be a frightening and chilling disaster!

After a while, all the foreign races obediently got out the main deck and settled upon their place. Moore swiftly rushed out to shut the cockpit’s door and deadlocked it.

On the sea surface, just like the content of Chen Shen’s insane yelling, it would seem that Hope One was invincible in some aspects.

At an unseen angle, however, a hole had been breached at the front of Hope One. Streams of blueish luster lit up, and so the entry of those lucky enough to breach the rough and rowdy waves was logged into the manual in a bout of inspiration.

An invisible force had straddled onto the bottom of the ship. No matter what the elevation of the ocean surface was, it would still not change how scarily fast Hope One could be once it picked up in speed.

With its 35 knots cruising speed and the 18% boost for this ship, in particular, Hope One’s speed had reached a staggering 41 knots!

At the 45 knots maximum cruising speed, Hope One could even reach 53 knots!

What was this logic?

Under these sea conditions, Hope One’s maximum cruising speed could already maintain a steady 100 kilometers per hour.

The fish in the ocean would only see a fierce beast moving at lightning speed, gliding across the sea surface as it head into the unknown.

All the turmoil on the ocean surface would seem nonexistent with this beast on the move.

As the saying went, “the deeper one goes, the greater the waves, the grander the entries of those who breach said waves.”

Just under a day, this beast could venture onward for a distance of roughly 2700 kilometers!

Through Su Mo’s eyes, the seemingly out-of-reach journey stretching over tens of thousands of kilometers would finally, through the current cruising speed, only take…

Four days!