Platinum Treasure Chest! A Terrifying Haul!

After a brief delay, there are already thirty-six unread messages.

Just like the disaster reward from the previous Tengu Pseudo-God, Su Mo keenly caught several key messages as soon as he checked the notification.

"Very good, compared to the three rewards last time, this time there is one more!"

Emails marked in white are ordinary notifications, which are optional to read.

The emails marked in blue represent the rewards that need to be selected, and these are rewards that all players in the wasteland can obtain.

There are four now! The emails marked in green are rewards given unilaterally by the game to individuals, representing the player's contribution to this disaster.

There are four of them!

As for the newly sent red email at the very back, after glancing at the information marked on it, Su Mo secretly felt a sense of foreboding, but his hands did not slow down.

A slight thought.

Instead of immediately choosing to read the red email, Su Mo tried clicking on the blue reward email at the very top.

[Record]: The completion rate of the Platinum-Level Disaster "Alien God Disaster" has been 100%. The rewards for the first stage of the Golden Grade Disaster are now being distributed.

[Record]: Rewards for this disaster will be distributed to all players.

[Record]: Dear "Su Mo" player, please select the items to receive as part of this disaster relief distribution!

[Record]: Reward termination detected. Error message: [Record]: Dear player Su Mo, we have detected that you have selected to enter the reward collection phase. The game is currently processing your request. [Record]: Player Su Mo, we have detected some anomalies in your game data. This game will specifically invoke Article 2 of Section 35 of the Reward Regulations to guide you to the Reward Space as needed. [Record]: During this process, your consciousness will be guided at a time ratio of 1:100. Please ensure that your environment is safe before silently reciting "receive reward." Entering the reward space is exactly the same as last time, but also completely different!

Seeing that his plan to "smuggle himself across" had failed, Su Mo paused, his thoughts began to dissipate, and the Game Panel disappeared as well.

The worst-case scenario I predicted has indeed occurred!

When Dongfeng Missile were deployed to bombard the Tengu Pseudo-God last time, Su Mo guessed that the game might have detected abnormal data and issued a warning.

However, afterwards, it is unclear whether it was due to the power of the system items or because the Dongfeng Missile disappeared after being used, leaving no physical evidence.

The game at the time did not issue any warnings, and Su Mo did not take it to heart.

Later, before the tsunami disaster struck, after the magical Golden Light's examination still failed to find any loopholes, Su Mo completely put the matter to rest.

However, now...

The game has finally stopped pretending to be deaf and dumb! The Vertical Launch System, which has launched five missiles, is now located in the center of the Hope ship, not yet closed below the deck.

Even the smoke from the battle hadn't completely dissipated by then!

The game detected an anomaly, but it didn't detect it completely, so it could only issue a few data anomaly warnings and changed the reward to be claimed by entering the space.

"Don't rush. If I get tricked into the space, what awaits me is probably not a reward, but an interrogation like the one with the Golden Light last time!"

"We've used up all our Survival Points in the system. If we rush in and run into interrogation without any points left, we'll be in trouble."

"Wait until eight o'clock, and try again after the Xin Yi are replenished!"

For ordinary survivors, game rewards are indeed their "lifeline," a panacea that can change their living conditions.

But nobody, including the game itself, knew that the system was his trump card!

It is the ultimate weapon that will allow him to control this world in the future!

Right now, you're playing a game that even a false god can't do anything about.

If you want to interrogate me, then you'd better first fight a system that can Killing God with ease!

He scoffed inwardly. Having gone through so much hardship, he was indifferent to these glaring warnings.

In just a few seconds, Su Mo had completely adjusted his mindset.

Even when he saw Su Chan running over, a warm smile immediately appeared on his face.

"I want the reward, and I want to go to the New Continent!"

"Now that I've picked up my sister, there will be no more obstacles in this world that will hinder me!"

"Just wait, one day I'll give you a good interrogation, you bastard who treats human life like dirt!"

He picked up Su Chan and looked at her undisguised innocent smile. Su Mo was filled with anticipation for the future.

What kind of person does what kind of thing.

Su Mo was not good at emotional appeals; he was always clear about his goals and acted decisively.

He never indulges in any emotion, whether it be love, friendship, or family.

This is not betrayal.

On the contrary, he is very loyal in all kinds of relationships, and he knows very well what he needs and what responsibilities he has to bear.

Family is a haven, a place to rest when you're tired, and a resting place to set off again and fight against fate!

That's not paradise; if you cross that line, you're likely to suffer a backlash.

Therefore, the initial excitement of the siblings meeting quickly faded, replaced by the same blood ties and spiritual connection they had on Earth.

Everything returned to a simple happiness.

"Brother, Director Lu is looking for you again. Hurry up and get busy. Once Mom and Dad arrive, our family will never be separated again!"

"Okay, once I've finished dealing with things here, I'll personally cook you a big meal!"

"Um!"

In the area where the Tundra Fleet was located, more than 200,000 alien races died in a single day.

Even though the drop rate is now far lower than when everyone first arrived in the wasteland.

It can't even compare to when Su Mo fired his cannon and killed 20,000 aliens.

But even with such a large number, the gains brought by more than 200,000 alien races are still terrifying enough to make anyone who sees the data shudder!

Wasteland time: 5:45.

The treasure chests floating on the sea have been mostly collected and placed on the uniformly planned Raft Ferry.

No one stole it or coveted it. Apart from many people casting envious and respectful glances, no one had any dispute about who owned the treasure chest.

The law of the wasteland: whoever kills it owns it!

These treasure chests were all obtained by Su God, so they should rightfully be his! Zhang Long: "Su God, we've basically finished tallying up the loot from this battle, and we're now doing the final cleanup. It's just a pity that the drop rate is getting lower and lower these days, otherwise our number of treasure chests could have more than doubled."

Sitting at the conference table on the Hope, Zhang Long quickly flipped through his notebook, mentally recalculating the figures while steadily reporting his findings.

Beside him were seven captains, all of whom were responsible for the harvest and settlement.

As per usual practice, Shen Ke, the head housekeeper, will also be included.

However, considering the trauma Ying Tianlong had caused her, after discussing it, Lu Yongyi gave Shen Ke a leave of absence.

Hmm. Duration: Three days! Vacation location: The luxurious crew cabin on the Hope! Su Mo could guess some of Lu Yongyi's little ideas, but after thinking about it, he didn't refuse.

With its comfort-enhancing attributes, the Hope is indeed a great place for a vacation.

Lu Yongyi wanted to deepen his connection with himself, and for an honest man like him, it was truly remarkable that he could come up with such a method.

After a while, as it was almost six o'clock, the accounting finally came to an end.

Clearing his throat, Zhang Long took the notebooks from all the captains, stood up from his seat, and began his report.

"Battle Summary for March 8th-9th!"

"In this operation, we killed over 210,000 alien races, including more than 98,000 Land Alien Race and more than 120,000 Ocean Alien Race. Currently, we have 35,800 aliens with intact corpses and 65,600 aliens with incomplete corpses."

"Of all the alien corpses, in accordance with humanitarian principles, we will discard the corpses of over 19,600 humanoid creatures and not use them for any materials."

"Among the remaining alien corpses, there are 13,000 pieces of material suitable for forging weapons, 8,600 pieces suitable for forging armor, 27,000 pieces suitable for making tools, and 15 recyclable body parts."

"In the treasure chest production area, 7,100 treasure chests were produced from 210,000 alien races."

Gold Treasure Chest: 1

"Gold Treasure Chest: 89"

Silver Treasure Chest: 675

Bronze Treasure Chest: 1784

Black Iron Treasure Chest: 1781

"Rotten Wood Treasure Chest: 2770"

A harvest ratio of nearly 3.5% is indeed pitifully low compared to the past, but given the base figure, it's not too unacceptable.

The nearly three thousand Wooden Treasure Chest can produce many miscellaneous items needed by survivors, satisfying some of their survival needs.

Among the 3,500+ pieces of black iron and bronze, there are relatively scarce survival resources that can be obtained, which will greatly assist the subsequent migration.

Above that are six hundred Silver Treasure Chest. These chests can contain many special tools and weapons, greatly enhancing the fleet's combat strength.

The remaining nearly one hundred Gold Treasure Chest, and the only Gold Treasure Chest, did not actually provide the survivors with the exaggerated help they might have imagined.

Many of the valuable things that emerge from here require a solid foundation to be effective.

For example, the foreigner who found the Destroyer Blueprint in a crate before—to him, that blueprint was just a piece of waste paper, utterly useless.

Even if he knew that Ocean Disaster was about to strike, he simply couldn't build the ships shown on the blueprints.

On the contrary, the special tools and food supplies that Su Mo provided to him at that time helped him recover greatly and get through the most difficult period. Now he is doing very well in the Area Channel.

Now, Zhang Long opened his mouth slightly, but couldn't say anything.

Su Mo smiled and said, "How about this, Zhang Long, you don't need to calculate my share. The fact that so many enemies were annihilated in this battle wasn't just my achievement. You, including those who sacrificed their lives in the fleet, all contributed. It wouldn't be fair to the humans who died if we were to calculate it based on statistics."

Zhang Long nodded. "Su God, I know without you saying it. Director Lu instructed me beforehand, and the brothers also said they wanted to."

Su Mo interrupted, "Stop. What Lu Yongyi said is useless, and what you living people say is also useless. Do as I say from now on. I'll take the platinum chest and the gold chest. You have no objections, right?"

The crowd first shook their heads frantically, then nodded frantically in agreement.

"Alright, of the remaining chests, I'll take two hundred Silver Treasure Chest and five hundred Bronze Box. We don't need the wooden and iron chests. Use the extra chests from my share to give to the survivors who died in battle but still have family members. Tell them to live on. Consider it the little bit I can do for the fleet."

The captains exclaimed in surprise, "Oh dear, Su God, these brothers..."

Su Mo shook his head and interrupted again, "I'm in charge here, so let's do it this way!"

Having made the greatest contribution and received the greatest reward, Su Mo was not a greedy vampire.

The wooden and iron box is now of little use to him.

Even the Bronze Box and Silver Box were chosen because there were still a group of villagers on Iron Stone Mountain who were starving.

If you really want to calculate it, one platinum chest among these chests is worth more than ten thousand iron chests!