My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

Chapter 501 Reform, The First 7-Color Lucky Bag!

Under many circumstances, most normal people would assume there was a huge barrier between themselves and geniuses.

This barrier was usually hard to overcome, even to the end of their days.

However, two geniuses would regard 99% hard work as the most important thing of all. What they would compete on between themselves was who would be the most hardworking

In reality, however, it was only among geniuses that there were “hopeless disparities”.

Seeing Su Mo happily bringing Chen Shen down to observe the work, Lu Kuan remained standing in a daze on the hill as if he were the watchman of the fields. For a long time, he was unable to calm himself down.

Perhaps when Su Mo had brought up this matter of a new consciousness upload, he had not taken into consideration how the innovation of technology would actually affect these individuals in the glass box.

To the individuals in this target group like Lu Kuan, however, this airy comment was tantamount to “breaching their defenses”.

“So it turns out that Su Mo wasn’t prevaricating when he said he’d take us out of the box…

“He’s really going to do it!” He stared after Su Mo’s silhouette that had already mingled with the villagers without a trace of arrogance.

Lu Kuan took a closer look as if he wanted to remember this sight and store it deep within his memory.

After that, gliding on his mechanical wheels, he headed into the Underground Shelter without any hesitation whatsoever.

When confronted with the development work of an uncomplicated but tightly locked low-end technology tree, this time, there were no longer any conflicts within his heart.

What he felt instead was a feeling that should not have been present within him at all…

It was a sense of belonging!

There was no more light pollution to dazzle the eyes.

Once it was past 8 o’clock in the wasteland, the sky darkened immediately.

Moreover, the unbearable rainstorm was still pouring down in other areas.

On the first day when Hope Village started work, their clocking-out time was slightly earlier. At 9 pm, the gong was sounded to “recall the troops”.

Even though it was already time to call it a day, most of the villagers were still reluctantly staring at the ground beneath their feet, wanting to continue working.

However, with the prompts from the game, they became happy very quickly. Looking back every once in a while, they headed toward the gathering place where they stood together and began whispering.

The Gambler’s Luck buff would continue for 60 natural days.

Although it could not be stopped once it was initiated, the starting time was not fixed. Each individual could choose their own time to start.

Early in the morning, as the weather began turning sunny, the leadership passed a resolution and gathered everyone to initiate the buff.

Moreover, to get the lucky bag in the normal manner, based on today’s goals, almost everyone had set a conservative workload of 80%.

However, standing here at 9 o’clock and seeing the prompts from the game, they felt shocked.

“Hey there, what’s your degree of task completion? I have 290%—I’ve made a big loss this time. Had I known earlier, I would’ve set it higher.” “What are you afraid of? Didn’t they say that the quality of the items in the completed lucky bag might be in the prompt? My 310% definitely ought to produce something good.”

“I envy all of you who are working with machines. Mine is only 240%. Such a pity.”

“No problem, there’s still 59 days of the buff left. With 50 plus lucky bags, you’ll definitely get your fill!”

“Do we get them now? My prompt here says we can only receive the lucky bags after the shelter leader does.”

“Same here. No worries, it’s nearly time to get off work. There’s no rush, I can open it after getting back as well!”

Chatting, discussing, and comparing—these were the behaviors and habits of the civilized era.

When everyone realized that the living they made and the work they did was for themselves and not the capitalists—thus enabling the capitalists to live in big houses with luxury cars-slacking on the job and being couch potatoes had truly become things of the past. In other words, they maximized their work attitudes and their passion!

Now that they were gathered here, even if everyone’s faces were black from the dirt, all their sweat tracks could be seen under the bright spotlight.

However, compared to yesterday-whether it was their postures or their spirits, all of that had gone up a level.

It was a “miracle”!

“It’s incredible! I never thought that this method could rouse the beast nature in everyone’s hearts!

“Just by looking at everyone’s energy now, they could definitely compare with soldiers who have gone through training!” As he approached from a distance, Su Deben kept expressing his disbelief as he followed alongside Su Mo. Unlike Lu Kuan, Su Deben had noticed everyone’s extraordinary state at once. He was even better equipped to tell what changes had happened in the villagers just by watching some small gestures and details, particularly since he was aided by the robot’s detailed observational abilities.

Their beast natures had emerged, or, more specifically, aggression! Scholars laid down laws with pens, whereas knights used violence.

Aggression was a trait that had already vanished from modern society. In the civilized era, the disappearance of this trait was conducive to social and long-term stability.

However, in the Doomsday wasteland, it would be very difficult for humans without this trait to fight against the other foreign race and living beings.

Not being able to bring out everyone’s aggressive tendencies through the 7-day short-term training session was a major “regret” of Su Deben’s coaching career. However, he had never expected that the villagers would suddenly transform so radically overnight after one session of deep slumber.

‘Su Mo truly is the chosen one. He definitely holds some secret within him that we don’t know.

‘Of all the heroes throughout the wasteland, no matter how powerful they are, none of them have the kind of potential he has to turn corruption into magic. ‘Perhaps…’

As he considered this carefully, with a sense of comfort and eagerness for the future, Su Deben secretly clenched his fists.

Still, when he turned to look at Su Mo, he noticed with surprise that this magical person he spoke of was not as profound and mysterious as he had imagined. Instead, Su Mo was like a child with a new toy-touching things here, stepping on things there, which made it hard not to laugh at him.

“The ground here is so firm. I thought I would have to use cement and concrete to stabilize the foundation, but I didn’t expect that just compressing it would have an effect like this. “When I get more stones tomorrow, I’ll find a way to lay down one layer and just level it. How convenient!”

Upon abruptly seeing that the large patch of soft dirt in front of the Underground Shelter had turned into the level ground from the simulated reality, Su Mo’s eyes shone brightly even in the dark night!

Excellent.

Things were progressing very quickly.

It really was true that there was strength in numbers!

Had it been just him alone, even if he had the corresponding engineering equipment, it would have taken him one week at the very least to achieve the conditions he wanted.

In the New World, taking the path of development that many others embarked upon was the right choice!

By taking the right path, his progress and speed would only become increasingly faster. Taking the wrong path would only achieve the opposite. Upon realizing that his choice had once again been verified to be the correct one, Su Mo nodded slightly and strode forward, leading Su Deben out of the darkness with him.

One man, one robot.

The moment they appeared within sight of the villagers, the sounds of chatting vanished without a trace.

Aside from the howling sounds of the wind blowing through the land, the noisy heavens abruptly turned quiet.

In the sight of everyone there, Su Mo went through the path that had parted for him in the middle and slowly walked up the hastily assembled platform. He picked up the microphone.

Unhurriedly, without rushing to speak, he looked from left to right, then front to back. Unlike his previous diffidence, Su Mo’s gaze right now was razor-keen. Everyone he directly looked at felt as if a beam of light had pierced their backs. This was a lion.

A top-notch lion king who could lead the pride.

Just as this strange thought surfaced in everybody’s hearts, after a pause, Su Mo’s voice rang out abruptly. “In your eyes, I see the dissatisfaction toward your previous lives and the wildness that wants to break old rules.

“Also, in some of your eyes, I even see the desire for power.”

Whoa!

As these words came from the speakers, in an instant, the already quiet group was once again left with nothing to say.

While they still could not tell if Su Mo was praising or chiding, they viewed his words from the civilized era’s way of thinking.

Most people were so nervous that they even held their breath. They recalled the aftermath of courtiers in TV shows after the emperor had said this to them.

They also considered the tragic circumstances they would be in once they were chased out of the territory. However, fortunately, this atmosphere was not maintained for much longer.

Seeing that most people were holding their breath until they were practically red in the face, Su Mo’s icy countenance suddenly changed. “Don’t worry. In this Doomsday wasteland, the old rules should change too. “As people who are going to be recorded in the history books together with me in the future, you all should have more confidence in yourselves.” With a flash of godly light, a lucky bag that radiated 7 colors appeared in Su Mo’s hands. In the dark of the night, even the extremely high-lumen spotlight could not outshine these radiant 7 colors by half.

This was the high-level bag that could only be obtained by having an average completion rate of 300%, and it was also the best proof of the villagers’ hard work.

“Today’s reward belongs to each of us.” In just one sentence, as well as Su Mo’s wide smile, the ice dissolved instantly! The silence that had not occupied this expanse of land for very long was once again broken by cheers.

Aside from the leadership group, who understood the information conveyed in Su Mo’s words and stood below with convoluted expressions and mixed feelings, all the other villagers’ actions were very orderly.

Blue, green, rainbow-colored… More than 1000 shining lucky bags started appearing in everyone’s hands after Su Mo had initiated it.

At this moment, the spotlight’s illumination was completely masked by the light radiating from the lucky bags. When everyone raised their lucky bags high above their heads, it was like a new sun had risen over the land when viewed from a distance. It was extremely startling.

“I hereby announce that from today onward, everyone’s lucky bag rewards don’t need to be turned in.

“These are the fruits of your labor, your rewards for surviving each day in the wasteland.

“Everybody’s assets will be under my protection. No one under my rule is allowed to use any means to coerce other people into trading their items.”

As expected, upon hearing Su Mo actually saying this, the leadership was relieved this time.

Seeing the villagers who were cheering and dancing around like it was the new year, in the end, they just shook their heads, unable to say a word.

When privatization began to appear in a collective, it meant that an initial social structure was about to form.

Even if there were more than a thousand people in the territory, as long as there were set rules, a small social collective would soon form when the numbers increased.

Moreover, if such rules could be constructed and maintained in the long run, when the number of people reached a specific peak, the territory could no longer be called a territory. In fact, there was a better term to describe such.

A country!

The villagers would no longer be ordinary survivors but… citizens!

This basin would no longer be the territory of Su Mo alone, either. Under the persistent momentum of countless people, it would become the wasteland’s first…

Nation!

This caused hundreds of shocks and stirred up all kinds of emotions.

The leadership was already in a daze and could not really comprehend anything Su Mo said after that.

They only abruptly responded when Su Mo shouted that the meeting was dismissed and all the villagers walked toward the farm tool center.

“What, is it very surprising?”

Seeing Su Mo walking down confidently, Chen Shen-who had already been aware of Su Mo’s final goal previously-looked like he wanted to say no. His mouth twitched, but he finally nodded.

“This isn’t the time, not right now.

“It’s too early. We haven’t gathered any concrete details, or at least not enough yet…”

Su Mo interrupted, “Then when is the right time?”

Like a riddle that had to be guessed, Su Mo’s question this time stumped Chen Shen.

Yes, when was the right time.

10 thousand people? 100 thousand people?

Or perhaps a million people?

One year? 5 years? Or 10 years? In this wasteland, nobody knew just how long they would live. What was the point of talking about the future? “I know, but this…”

Su Mo said, “What I want to see isn’t things staying stagnant but flowing. Chen Shen, I don’t believe that you don’t know what flowing means. “Any commodity is useless if it’s dormant in our hands. A big pot of rice isn’t suitable for Doomsday in the first place. “I don’t want to see the same thing happening whether we engage in the good or the bad. Even less would I want to see everyone still waiting for us to distribute food when it runs out, after living in our territory for so long. “In the future, when our numbers grow larger, we cannot continue acting like parents, worrying about this and that. If they want to eat, they should bring items and buy food from the shelter. If they want items to use, then they should spend money to find people to make them.

“What I want to see is a territory with diversified development, not one where money, materials, and weapons are all centralized within this group’s keepingwhile these things lie dormant in the warehouse every day, gathering dust!”

Seeing that everyone’s eyes displayed the same sort of doubt, Su Mo disclosed everything in one go.

Reforms would happen sooner or later. For a leader like Su Mo, the earlier he disclosed this, the more damage to his standing, but it would be more beneficial to the colleagues under him.

However, the longer he delayed disclosing matters, it would increase the difficulty of reform many times over when their numbers grew larger, although the high-level leadership would be able to accumulate more wealth. There would be more issues too.

When that time came, once a mistake was made, there would be unimaginable consequences.

Between the two, Su Mo chose the former.

He was not an idiot who wanted to gather all the good stuff to look at several times before bed just so he could sleep peacefully.

Given he was the source of technology, as long as he did not have to worry about food or items for use, Su Mo believed that things like wealth would eventually come back to him once the economy started circulating!

Once that time came, as far as this territory was concerned, he would reach an unprecedented level of control that would surpass his current efforts by 10 or 100 times over!

“It’s alright. I know what all of you want to say, but you will all naturally understand in a few days.

“For now, go back home and open your lucky bags. If you get something good, you’ll be able to transform yourselves into the territory’s wealthy people as well!”

He shook the 7-color lucky bag in his hands.

The leadership team looked at everyone below and wanted to make some remarks, but they had no idea what to say.

Su Mo laughed, turned around, and headed toward the Underground Shelter. From an angle that the crowd could not see, Su Mo shot Su Deben a glance and grinned. At some level, he still had ulterior motives.

However, only Su Deben could understand them.

Scientific research was a bottomless pit. One person’s wealth alone would not be enough, no matter how much they had.

If he used the territory’s wealth and things continued like this, there would be a lot of criticism from the ground roots when there were more people. Even if it were freely distributed for them to use, there would still be a general feeling that Su Mo was hoarding the group’s wealth to do things.

With the current allocation, however, when Lu Kuan and the others came up with high-tech equipment, all the villagers who wanted it would naturally pay up.

When that time came, after some crowd-funding activities, everyone would then willingly “take the bait”. This was Su Mo’s true final goal!