After trading for the Iron Block, Su Mo made no attempt to hide it.
He summoned the crafting interface and used one unit of Iron Block to forge an iron axe. His efficiency at chopping trees immediately increased by quite a bit.
"The Doomsday Survival System evaluates how many Survival Points I can obtain each day based on my living environment."
"Then I need to make the shelter as comfortable, habitable, and safe as possible."
"That way, I can form a positive cycle."
As he chopped trees with the iron axe, Su Mo pondered silently.
As far as the shelter's current environment was concerned, it was simply atrocious.
Apart from the main entrance, there was basically no ventilation. There was no light inside, and the bare floor was completely empty. Other than the well that could barely earn him a few points, everything else looked more like a tomb the more he looked at it.
He kept chopping until the sunset had completely disappeared beyond the horizon. Feeling hunger rise from his stomach, Su Mo followed the path back to the shelter.
The wood in his inventory had replenished to twenty units, while the plant fibers had returned to eight units.
The stacking limit for identical items was still unknown, but twenty inventory slots were more than enough for the time being.
After realizing that the dark shelter was so dim he could barely make out the steps, Su Mo had no choice but to summon the crafting interface.
Torch (Common): Wood 0/1, Plant Fiber 0/2 Record: Wood -1, Plant Fiber -2 Record: Torch +1 Torch (Common): A brand-new torch. Once lit, it can burn continuously for twelve hours.
Fortunately, the Survival Game had fully considered that fire was one of humanity's most important necessities. It had not made things difficult in this regard and had granted him a certain degree of preferential treatment.
Feeling his way along the steps to the shelter's main level, Su Mo took out the lighter he had placed in the cabinet and lit the torch.
Pfft! The torch burned very efficiently, instantly illuminating the pitch-black shelter.
He tried making another well, but unfortunately, the system showed no reaction this time. Su Mo had no choice but to plant a wooden stick beside the well, then connect the torch to it with Hemp Rope, forming a simple lighting device.
Returning to the wooden door, he secured it with a sturdy bolt. A long-lost sense of safety immediately washed over him.
On the first day of the apocalypse, he had an underground shelter.
He had a steady source of water, enough food for two meals, and light.
For Su Mo, who had been rushing about all day, this was unquestionably the best comfort he could have received.
Sitting on the final step, Su Mo summoned the crafting panel. Using the materials in his inventory, he extravagantly made a small bed of wood covered with straw.
A crudely made chair, a small wooden cup, and a wooden round table large enough for three people.
After making all these things, his wood had decreased to eight units, and all the plant fibers had been used up.
Yet Su Mo did not feel disappointed in the slightest. Instead, he was even more invigorated.
He placed the bed near the back of the cave, then set the wooden table and chair near the entrance.
After placing the 150 ml of water collected from the well into the storage bucket, Su Mo took out the small wooden cup and filled it to the brim. He placed it on the table, then brought out the bread and dried beef and set them down as well.
"What a sumptuous dinner."
He tore open the bread, tucked in some dried beef, and took a satisfying bite before picking up the cup and drinking a large mouthful of water.
Fresh food flowed into his thirsty, hungry stomach. It was like discovering an oasis in the desert, bringing him a happiness even more exhilarating than those indescribable few seconds.
"I wonder how my family is doing right now. I have to build a shelter large enough for the whole family before they arrive!"
As he ate the Roujiamo in his hand, Su Mo's thoughts raced.
The Survival Game had not said when it would bring his family over. This threat hung over him like the Sword of Damocles, making his heart pound with unease.
After finishing his meal, Su Mo opened the chat panel while waiting for the food to digest.
After browsing the world channel for a while, he discovered that everyone was still asking for food and water.
Nearly eight hours had passed since everyone had suddenly arrived in this world.
Su Mo's underground shelter had already begun to take on the appearance of a dwelling, but most other people had only empty shells. At night, they could only sleep on the floor with empty stomachs and parched throats.
Some people had been injured, while others had been lucky enough to find treasure chests containing good items.
Likewise, some people had already met their deaths in this brief half-day.
The Area Channel's group had initially held one thousand people.
By the time Su Mo entered to check, the number in the lower-right corner had suddenly dropped to 988.
Twelve people had died in half a day. This was undoubtedly an immense pressure weighing on the hearts of those still alive.
Explore cautiously and act within your abilities. Otherwise, people really would die!
Some people became carried away after finding treasure chests, ignoring the Mutated Creatures guarding them and being killed in sneak attacks.
Others rashly challenged unknown Mutated Creatures and were instantly killed.
The people who had died on the First Day all shared one trait: they had sought death.
"Challenging Mutated Creatures carries equal risks and rewards. Most of these dead people treated this world like a game. How foolish."
"My progress is fairly fast, but starting tomorrow, I need to try training as well. Otherwise, if I encounter a Mutated Creature, I'll only be able to surrender."
"As for the acid rain, I need complete ventilation and drainage systems. Ideally, I should stockpile more than three days' worth of food before the disaster arrives!"
Su Mo fell into deep thought.
Living in this world, he would have to face Mutated Creatures sooner or later.
The initial beginner stage should be manageable. These Mutated Creatures probably would not be too strong.
At least according to the Survival Game's judgment, an adult carrying a weapon should definitely be able to deal with them. If he chose to avoid this bloody reality now, then once the beginner stage ended, he might no longer have time to temper his courage and resolve.
He left the chat channel and entered the Trading Zone.
Just as in the afternoon, almost everyone was still exchanging supplies for water and food.
After all, during the first few days, survival supplies would certainly be the scarcest and most important things.
"Someone's trading a special item?"
As he scrolled through the page, Su Mo saw a trade listing marked as special.
Seller: Chen Ping An
Item: Beginner Monster Compendium (disappears after use)
Required item: 1 L of water
Note: Water only, water only. Anyone offering other things can expect your mom to be hung from Tree Number Two tonight.
"Oh? A fiery old brother."
Su Mo raised an eyebrow and looked at the comments below with interest.
After opening the seller's personal listing, he found that the page looked somewhat like a secondhand trading platform. Countless people were cursing furiously.
"You want to trade one Monster Compendium for water? Are you insane for water? Before doing anything, ask yourself if you're even worthy."
"As everyone knows, there'll always be more compendiums. But without water, you'll die tomorrow. How about I trade you 200 ml of virgin boy urine? You won't lose out."
"Little brother, I have 500 ml of wolf blood here. Want it? It's enough to keep you going tonight, anyway."
More and more comments swarmed over the Trading Zone like locusts. It was unclear whether seller Chen Ping An had been provoked or what.
Not long afterward, another new item appeared on his personal page.
Seller: Chen Ping An
Item: 10 Water Pears
Required item: 100 ml of water each
Note: Those looking to take advantage of me, stay away. Your grandpa won't die from not drinking water tonight. If you want to pick up a bargain, get lost.
This blatant display of wealth pushed even more people over the edge, and the curses only grew more numerous.
Su Mo had originally wanted to contact the seller to negotiate, but he could only abandon the idea.
He desperately needed the Monster Compendium, and one liter of water was not much. However, his water-storage device did not contain enough water yet, so he could only wait and see tomorrow.
After moving around a little, he spent another two units of wood to make a wooden spear and placed it beside the bed. Then, lying on the straw mattress, Su Mo extinguished the torch.
The shelter still lacked sufficient ventilation, and the torch could easily consume all the oxygen in the underground base.
Gradually, drowsiness overcame him.
Clutching the wooden spear in his arms, Su Mo fell into a deep sleep.
In his dream, he dreamed that by the time his family arrived in this world, he had already built a fully automated, ultra-luxurious shelter.
Whether it was meteor impacts or absolute zero, the shelter remained completely unharmed.
His younger sister laughed happily, while his parents looked at him with approval. Yet Su Mo, lost in sleep, had no idea that nearly ten million humans would die on this day, silently and without a trace.
Sufficient food and drinking water gave Su Mo enough physical strength to withstand the nighttime damp and cold.
But the others were not so fortunate.
Thirst, hunger, and the half-seen Mutated Creatures constantly challenged their nerves.
At this moment, the benefits of choosing an underground shelter became obvious. At least in the early stages, survivors did not need to worry about wild beasts attacking them at night.
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