Tonight, No One Sleeps Peacefully

Crossbows on Earth are standard controlled weapons, basically inaccessible to civilians.

The only time he had contact with modern crossbows was when his previous life's 'Party A' took him to a shooting range for entertainment once in a while.

The crossbow crafted from the blueprints was a mix of brass, silver, and black, giving off a cool and mysterious vibe.

Two small discs made of brass were hung on both sides of the crossbow, responsible for spreading the nylon string.

The simple opening and closing device in the middle was responsible for releasing the bolts!

Su Mo tried it out and found that it could hold five bolts at a time.

Although the crossbow couldn't fire continuously and needed to be restrung after each shot, the ammunition reserve was pleasing enough! After setting up the crossbow, Su Mo began to use the stringing device to string it.

The first crossbow bolt smoothly slid into the firing chamber.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Su Mo took out a unit of wood from his inventory, made it into a Wooden Board, and placed it in the corner of the Shelter.

Aiming at the Wooden Board, he pulled the trigger.

Shoo! With an initial velocity no less than a small police pistol, it instantly pierced into the wood.

"Damn, as expected of something directly cast into shape, this power is a bit abnormal."

Looking at the crossbow bolt still trembling slightly, Su Mo quickly approached the Wooden Board placed on the ground.

Flipping over the Wooden Board, which was a full 6cm thick, the sturdy crossbow bolt penetrated the barrier, half remaining on the front and half on the back.

Although this power couldn't compare to the high-precision crossbows manufactured by major military companies in the civilized era, it was definitely not bad.

If the previous Chameleon were hit by this, it would probably die on the spot.

"Let's try again."

Suddenly obtaining such a powerful weapon, Su Mo's heart was filled with excitement.

However, he also knew that while the crossbow was powerful, it relied on steady aim.

Just now, Su Mo had aimed at the very center of the one-meter-by-one-meter Wooden Board, but when he fired, his hand shook, and the crossbow bolt hit the upper right corner, almost missing the target.

Even at a distance of only ten meters, such a deviation could occur.

Not to mention the accuracy at fifty or a hundred meters.

From accuracy to power, trajectory, and shooting feel, as well as how to string the bow, Su Mo began to slowly fire and experiment.

Crossbow bolts were not consumables; basically, a single bolt could be recovered and reused more than five times after being shot into a Wooden Board.

Only after many uses would the bolts undergo slight deformation.

Moreover, five bolts only required two units of wood and one unit of iron, which he could completely afford.

Shoo! Shoo! Shoo! Shot after shot, he repeatedly studied and judged the angle of elevation and aiming accuracy.

Su Mo's proficiency soared.

Such extravagant training in an Earth shooting club would cost tens of thousands a day, but in the doomsday, he could squander it without restraint.

With each shot, Su Mo strived not for speed or ruthlessness, but only for accuracy.

After repeatedly pondering twenty or thirty times, Su Mo turned his attention to the strenuous task of stringing the bow.

Stringing the crossbow was always a major problem.

Not to mention the compound rapid-stringing crossbow in his hand.

From the earliest crossbows, starting with the stirrup-style stringing device, all crossbow enthusiasts had been on the road of researching how to string the bow more easily.

Later came hand-cranked gear types, pulley types, and dedicated stringing devices.

The efficiency of stringing became higher and higher! After stringing the bow thirty or forty times in a row, Su Mo also felt the soreness and weakness in his arms, and at the same time, he measured his current maximum speed.

He could complete the actions of stringing, aiming, and shooting within one minute for the first three bolts.

After that, each bolt required a separate half minute to a minute to prepare.

After ten bolts, each shot would take at least one and a half minutes to complete the series of actions.

"It would be great if it could be modified into an electric stringing device."

Thinking of the powerful upgrades in the Doomsday Survival System, Su Mo felt a surge of excitement.

Focusing his attention, he called out to the system in his mind and fixed his gaze on the crossbow.

[Hunting Compound Crossbow (Common)]

Description: A ranged combat tool. Slow to load, but with high initial velocity and considerable stopping power. An essential tool for wilderness survival.

Velocity: 140m/s Range: 80m (maximum damage), 165m (effective damage), 330m (maximum range) Upgrade Option 1: Upgrade the crossbow's materials, increase its draw weight, and reduce the pressure required to draw the string. Requires Survival Points (180).

Upgrade Option 2: Upgrade the crossbow's materials, add an electric draw device, change the design, add an automatic firing mode with burst capability, and increase magazine capacity. Requires Survival Points (400).

Introduction: Liberal arts students use Cupid's arrows to shoot girls' hearts, but only science students use powerful crossbows to confess their love! Praise the machine!

"Holy shit..."

Helpless in his lack of culture, he could only express himself with a "holy shit."

At this moment, looking at the second option before him, Su Mo was slightly shocked and excited.

Previously, when upgrading the Wooden Spear, the electric device option had also appeared.

However, the electric device for the Wooden Spear and the crossbow in front of him were worlds apart.

After adding the electric device, the crossbow completely changed its firing method. Not only could it fire in bursts, but it could also draw the string electrically.

As long as he had enough bolts, Su Mo was confident that he could achieve a Gatling-like effect with just a crossbow.

Moreover, this upgrade only cost 400 points! At his current rate, as long as he could survive for about ten days, he could probably scrape together that amount.

When that time came, his combat power would increase dramatically.

"Unfortunately, it still needs electricity. If I can't develop electricity or find a device to convert electricity, this thing is useless."

He sighed.

Su Mo once again felt the importance of restoring electricity.

The biggest reason why technology in the civilized era advanced so rapidly was the invention of electricity.

Electricity allowed every ordinary person to truly experience the charm of technology.

Seeing Su Mo deep in thought, Oreo ran over, wagging its head, as if to say, Leave any problems to me!

"Oreo, I order you to generate electricity for me right now! This is your master's mission!"

Su Mo laughed and called Oreo over, hugging it and rubbing its head vigorously.

The poor Oreo didn't understand what electricity was, but upon hearing that it was its master's mission, a glimmer of intelligence flashed in its eyes.

From Su Mo's blind spot, Oreo seemed to be thinking about something.

By the time Su Mo turned its head to look, Oreo's slightly clear eyes had become cloudy again.

[No Mutated Beasts detected within 1000 meters of the player]

[Today's uses: 0/3]

After using his last chance for the day and confirming that there were no Mutated Beasts nearby, Su Mo went outside with a Torch.

Tomorrow was the day the Acid Rain disaster would arrive.

He needed to do a final check to make sure that the drainage facilities hadn't been blocked by the wind and sand on the plain.

"I must ensure 100% safety!"

Calling Oreo to be on guard, Su Mo made three Torches in a row and stuck them in the ground.

The originally silvery moonlight had now turned into an eerie red glow as the disaster approached.

The red light shone on the ground, merging with the firelight, creating an indescribably strange and beautiful scene.

In just half a day, the wind and sand on the plain had already covered a thin layer.

Taking out a shovel, Su Mo began to clear the waterways.

After everything was done and he was sure it was clear, he returned to the Shelter.

Lying on the bed, by the light of the fire, looking at the sturdy stone door and the extremely smooth stone walls and floor,

On the last night before the disaster, Su Mo covered himself with the bedding, his breathing gradually becoming even.

The ample confidence gave Su Mo a full grasp of being able to face the upcoming disaster.

However, under the already cooling late night.

There were still countless people holding torches and running on the earth, begging to rely on the last bit of time to make disaster relief measures.

Only a small number of people sat in the Shelter with complex expressions, waiting for the disaster to arrive.

The strong sense of crisis, this night, except for Su Mo.

No one could sleep peacefully. [Failure Diary]: A few partners in the author group agreed to write about survival together. Frost Maiden's nude run exploded with collections, Dog Bro's data soared day by day, Shan He had countless chapter comments, and Xin Xian's writing skills blossomed like sesame flowers, rising steadily. Only I, it seems, am going to die in the first round of infuriating recommendations~