My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

Panda Novel

'This must be the Prickly Pear Town that the game mentioned earlier if I'm not mistaken.

'In thirty seconds, I'll become the deputy director of this town's resource department.'

The whole of Prickly Pear Town looked exactly like an oval pear from the top. It had two narrow ends with a wide center part.

It was not a very large town compared to the other brightly lighted gathering places that Su Mo had spotted in the sky. The town could only be regarded as an average size.

However, it would be considered enormous if in the period of the Doomsday Calender Year 1 Month 6. Moreover, the town was more than ten times larger than Hope Village.

The center of the town had unimaginably large-scale facilities. In particular, there was densely packed with 50 to 60 dim yellow street lamps and 300 residential accommodations.

'Great!

'Prickly Pear Town isn't in complete chaos yet. I'll still have a chance to do something before chaos breaks out!'

In less than ten seconds, Su Mo had the general town layout memorized.

With only thirty meters before reaching the ground, Su Mo identified his landing point.

It was a two-story Western-style building facing the streets with an outer wall and courtyard garden, which was obviously different from the surrounding ordinary-looking accommodations.

Within his field of vision, several eye-catching yellow lights highlighted a human and a dog they were going to "take over."

For Su Mo, it was a middle-aged man lying on a big bed on the second floor.

For Oreo, it was a big yellow dog lying at the courtyard gate.

"Go on. I'll see you later!"

Seeing Oreo's anxious expression, Su Mo laughed and petted her head. Then, he kicked his leg backward in the air.

Whoosh!

Like a sharp arrow, Su Mo, in a spiritual state, shot through the air and the outer wall of the small western building, not being hindered by the physical obstacles.

In just one swift movement, he entered the building's second floor.

Seconds later, a tremendous suction force pulled Su Mo into the body of the middle-aged man on the bed before he could observe the room's surroundings.

As if experiencing sleep paralysis, Su Mo was conscious when he entered the man's body but could not control the body no matter how he tried.

He felt blurred, dizzy, disoriented, and as if his surroundings were spinning.

An inexplicable discomfort began to overwhelm Su Mo, making him agitated and wanting to roar to relieve himself.

Fortunately, Su Mo knew the system would protect him, so he did not worry too much. He simply closed his eyes quietly, refraining from thinking about anything so that he could slowly recover his energy and complete physical strength.

After a seemingly long time, cries suddenly resounded beside him.

Su Mo realized that the authority to control the body had gradually awakened!

…

"Youzong! Youzong! What happened to you? Don't scare me! What happened? Talk to me!"

"Miss, please calm down. The doctor is trying to diagnose him. Don't worry. The deputy director will be fine!"

"Youzong exercises regularly, and he was fine last night after work. What could've happened to him in one night? How could this happen?"

"Don't worry, it's fine. The patient's heartbeat is steady, and his body has no significant problems. He must be experiencing sleep paralysis…hey…

"The patient is awake!"

Annoyed by the chattering voices, Su Mo tried his best to move his eyelids to show that he was still alive.

The unfamiliar body was far inferior to his body in terms of physical strength despite being buffed by the game to achieve the peak of the wasteland humans.

At most, he could be considered a strong ordinary person. It was far from the greatest limits of humanity, let alone coming close to an interstellar human.

Su Mo, who had gained physical authority over the body, felt like he was in deep water. He could not lift his arms, and his eyelids felt heavy.

In this state, he would not be able to resist at all if there was danger around him. It was no wonder the game had given him three minutes of invincibility.

Gradually, under the noisy chatter around him, Su Mo's physical senses began to recover, and he regained the ability to move his body.

First, the muscles of his face, second, his fingers and toes, then the small muscle groups responsible for body movements, and finally, the larger muscle groups such as his thighs and arms.

He had no relevant memories about the body's owner surfacing. The only thing Su Mo knew was that he was the Deputy Director of Prickly Pear Town's Resource Department.

Su Mo did not dare to behave too abnormally. Thus, he opened his eyes slightly and peeked to scan the surroundings.

Clean.

This was Su Mo's first impression of the place.

He was lying in the small foreign building he saw last night.

The ceiling, walls, floor, and surrounding furniture were immaculate and spotless, entirely out of tune with the doomsday wasteland environment.

Moreover, it was extremely lively.

Loud noises could be heard from the half-opened window three steps to the right of the bed.

Listening carefully, not only could he hear the chatter of people passing by, but there was also the beating of gongs and drums, the rumble of cars driving past, and the loudspeaker advertisements from stores.

Su Mo would have thought he had returned to his remote town on earth if he had been unaware that he was still in the wasteland.

He pulled back his attention and turned to the person standing beside his bed during the last moments of his body's recovery.

Four men and one woman.

This woman was the one that was crying moments ago.

She did not seem very old. Although her face was affected by the harsh environment of the wasteland, she appeared to be around 25 years old at most. The age gap with the body's original owner seemed very wide.

Among the four men, one in a white coat should be a so-called doctor in his 40s.

Out of the remaining three, one was about the same age as the original body's owner, probably in his 30s. The other two seemed slightly younger, seemingly in their early 20s.

'Their combat skills don't seem strong. I'll be able to subdue them if necessary.'