My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely! Chapter 1

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

[Welcome to the Doomsday Survival Game. As you've observed, you've arrived in an unfamiliar environment.]

[Your primary objective is survival; to achieve this, please adhere to the following crucial points.]

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[1. Calamities will occur periodically. All survivors will receive a seven-day warning before each event.]

[2. Exercise caution when selecting a location for your Safe House. An optimal placement significantly enhances survival prospects.]

[3. Danger and opportunity are intertwined. While survival supplies can be scavenged from the wilderness, dangerous mutants also inhabit these lands. Eliminating mutants rewards participants with surprises.]

[4. The fundamental key to survival lies in accumulating as many survival items as feasible.]

[5. Once deployed, the Safe House cannot be relocated. You have the option to position it either above or below ground during its initial placement.]

[6. Encountering your own kind is fortunate; alliances can be forged, or you may engage in the plundering of each other's hard-won provisions.]

[7. Through concentration, you may access the game interface and discover additional functionalities.]

[8. Concerns regarding the elderly and children are unnecessary; they will be introduced into the game after you. Priority will be given to your blood relatives. Enjoy your gaming experience.]

Within a vast, sprawling wilderness, Su Mo scrutinized the survival manual held in his grasp, a frown etching itself onto his brow.

The initial page displayed minuscule black lettering. Upon turning to the second page, a brilliant luminescence erupted from it.

As the intense light subsided, the manual vanished, replaced by a set of gleaming turtle armor.

“A Doomsday Survival Game, is it?”

Observing an azure interface that swayed before his eyes, Su Mo promptly resigned himself to his circumstances.

On December 22, 2022, no one could have predicted the Mayan prophecy’s sudden, decade-delayed fulfillment.

Solar flares erupted, celestial bodies impacted Earth, and even as Su Mo witnessed monstrous infernos descending upon the planet, he lost consciousness.

Upon regaining awareness, he found himself in this unfamiliar locale.

[Safe House]:

1. Placement on the surface results in a 120-square-meter wooden structure. It possesses limited resistance to disasters but offers significant developmental potential.

2. Subterranean placement yields a 100-square-meter underground dwelling, with a maximum height of 4 meters. This option provides weak disaster resistance and limited developmental prospects.

Picking up the turtle armor, Su Mo examined it closely, his attention drawn to two lines of small, black characters inscribed upon it.

After a brief survey of the surrounding wilderness, he decided against immediately deploying his safe house. Recalling the earlier guidance, Su Mo concentrated, bringing up the game panel.

It bore a striking resemblance to the interface of a video game.

Several distinct options were presented on the panel.

Chat, Trade, Create, Item…

In the upper right corner of the panel, an icon indicated a numerical value representing days.

5 days.

When Su Mo focused his attention on the number, a prompt appeared.

[Countdown to the next disaster event outbreak: 5 days]

[Disaster Event (Novice Protection): Acid Rain]

“Five more days until an acid rain strike? Fortunately, I opted not to establish the base immediately.”

Su Mo’s expression grew somewhat grave as his gaze shifted towards the chat button.

The display changed.

Two new options materialized.

They were labeled [World Channel] and [Regional Channel], respectively.

He accessed the World Channel first.

“Weren’t I just in a refuge a moment ago? How did I suddenly end up in this infernal place?”

“There’s a lion beside me. Help! It’s got its sights set on me!”

“The end of humanity has arrived. Haha, we’re all going to perish!”

“Does everyone else also only possess a single Safe House that can be placed?”

Lines upon lines of dialogue scrolled past.

Su Mo observed a small trumpet icon adjacent to the chat button.

This was followed by the number 1.

[Trumpet: At the commencement of the game, you are permitted to broadcast only one message daily on the World Channel. Following each successful survival of a disaster, your trumpet count increases by +1. Direct communication without restriction can be achieved by entering the Regional Channel.]

“Are they attempting to hinder player coordination? Or perhaps restricting national influence?”

Su Mo’s gaze drifted into the distance.

Based on the current information available to him, he understood that all participants were stranded in the wilderness, and their starting point was identical—commencing from their respective Safe Houses.

“With only a single communication per day, even a governmental entity would struggle to amass sufficient personnel for developmental initiatives. Moreover, the sheer scale of this environment remains unknown.”

Su Mo exited the World Channel.

Subsequently, he entered the Regional Channel to investigate.

Resembling a Telegram group chat, the member count displayed 1000 individuals.

Participants in the chat room utilized their actual photographs as avatars, and their chosen nicknames were a combination of their names and physical height.

“Is the wilderness the sole terrain present? Does anyone have a water source in their vicinity? I am parched.”

“Do not site the Safe House underground. Blast it. This is quite the trap. It lacks lighting, ventilation, and drainage. When the acid rain arrives, being inside will be akin to taking shelter in a tomb.”

“Don’t lose heart, everyone. Access the creation interface. Players familiar with Minecraft must be thrilled. Also, prioritize selecting elevated areas for your Safe House placement.”

“It’s unbelievable that no one across the entire globe has discovered a location near a water source for their Safe House! This is utterly ridiculous!”

After observing in silence for several minutes and gleaning some valuable insights, Su Mo departed the room.

The initial onslaught of the Survival Game was designed to weed out the elderly and the young, leaving only robust individuals. Apart from a select few who had never faced true hardship, the vast majority had already initiated self-preservation measures.

Nevertheless, some, driven by boldness and curiosity, had already established their Safe Houses, thus becoming confined to their current locations.

Next, Su Mo proceeded to examine the trading function.

The trading platform provided a means for players to exchange items.

The rules governing trades were equitable, and participants had the liberty to gift items to specific individuals.

Furthermore, the trading function incorporated an auction feature.

No commission or intermediary fee was imposed.

“Bring up the creation interface.”

Su Mo turned his attention to another available function.

Swoosh!

A full-screen display materialized.

[Wooden Plank: Wood 0/1]

[Wooden Crate: Wood 0/4]

[Charcoal: Wood 0/1, requires ignition source]

[Basic Shovel: Wood 0/2, Iron 0/2]

…

Over a dozen fundamental items were listed, each necessitating specific components for synthesis.

It was evident that resource gathering and item crafting held paramount importance within the Survival Game.

He then directed his gaze towards the final function – Items.

Having stored his Safe House in his inventory and retrieved it through focus, Su Mo gained a basic comprehension of the game’s core functionalities.

“I must hurry and select a location to establish my Safe House.”

Noticing the sun positioned directly overhead, Su Mo paused, his gaze rapidly scanning his surroundings.

The expansive, unbroken plain was dotted with strange vegetation reaching approximately human height. Weeds also covered the ground, giving the area a less desolate appearance.

As far as his vision extended, not a hint of a river or lake could be discerned.

“It seems I’ll have to choose elevated ground for my Safe House.”

He moved away from his point of arrival, occasionally lying down to assess the terrain.

Ultimately, Su Mo selected a modest sand dune.

Upon retrieving the Safe House’s protective shell, the options reappeared.

Above ground or underground placement.

The first choice presented a wooden structure above ground, likely the standard option enabling players to navigate early-game calamities without concern for future challenges. Should one be able to expand the territory adjacent to the Safe House later, it might even develop into a settlement.

Underground represented the alternative. This option offered inherent protection against threats like beast swarms, extreme cold, and similar environmental hazards. It provided a degree of security against calamities that could prove extremely perilous on the surface but would be largely inconsequential when situated below ground.

Conversely, failure to construct an adequate drainage system before the onset of the acid rain would spell disaster.

Su Mo contemplated this for a considerable period.

If the initial selection emphasized developmental potential…

Then the second option prioritized safety and security.

In this post-apocalyptic setting, gaining an early advantage was often critical. Initial setbacks could lead to compounding issues in future development.

“Acid rain… high ground… Potential for expansion is key…”

“Therefore, my choice is…”

Su Mo, twirling the protective shell in his hands, shook his head and resolutely chose the second option.

[You have selected an underground shelter. Terrain generation is in progress…]

The turtle-like shell emitted a crimson luminescence, detaching from his grasp and landing on the ground. As the glow intensified, the sand on the dune gradually liquefied, yielding to a significant transformation of the landscape. The gentle slope became more pronounced, resembling a swelling mound. Once the crimson light subsided, a wooden doorway, set into the earth, materialized before Su Mo.

[Congratulations, the underground shelter has been generated. Current shelter attributes can be viewed on the panel.]

“Ding! The host has been detected to possess a complete shelter. Would you like to bind to Doomsday’s Survival System?”