The Light That Belonged to "Su Mo"!
"This is something. Luckily, I didn't rashly try to prepare this stuff using the methods taught in high school chemistry class, otherwise I would have been blown up without even knowing why!"
Su Mo examined the Picric Acid preparation flowchart with its fair handwriting and fluent writing, still feeling a lingering fear.
"As expected of the 404 Great God, there are so many twists and turns to this thing."
Focusing my attention and summoning the system, a virtual attribute diagram appeared next to the Picric Acid flowchart.
[Yellow Explosive Manufacturing Process]
Description: This is a flowchart of explosive manufacturing with a clear process, rigorous procedures, and strong scientific theory. Strictly following the flowchart will produce a powerful Yellow Explosive.
Review: It's incredibly easy to make; anyone can do it!
"No problem this time. Looks like the system was just messing around last time?"
Su Mo touched his head and laughed.
In the process of manufacturing explosives, any oversight will directly result in the collapse of buildings and the death of people.
"We'll go repair the oil well tomorrow, and in a couple of days..."
"Hey-hey."
The thought of a large number of kobolds chasing after him from the Kobold Castle only to be blown up by Explosive Pack made Su Mo instantly excited.
Stand up and carefully place the flowchart into the Storage Space.
"It seems that Psionic Water can no longer be traded casually. Even if it is traded, I must make sure that no one collects it, otherwise it would be supporting the enemy."
Arriving at the water tank containing Psionic Water, Su Mo gritted his teeth and poured out about half a basin of Psionic Water.
With a heavy heart, I took off my undergarments, put them in a basin of water, and began to scrub them.
Visibly, the clear Psionic Water quickly became turbid, and after three to five minutes, it turned completely earthy in color.
"I could go a week without washing my clothes and it wouldn't be this bad! The sandstorms on this plain are just too much!"
Wringing the water out of his clothes, and seeing the three little ones staring in his direction, Su Mo pretended nothing had happened and poured the washed water along the edge of the Culture Medium.
Destroying the body to cover up the evidence (×) Pouring Culture Medium (√)
The murky Psionic Water was undrinkable, but the Culture Medium was perfectly fine and was absorbed entirely.
After thinking about it, Su Mo decided to use tomorrow's share to wash the clothes outside, and also to water the vegetables at the same time!
After splashing some water again, brushing his teeth and wiping his face, Su Mo lay comfortably on his small bed.
Having arrived in this wasteland from Earth before the disaster, I have now survived for 8 days.
Humanity's remarkable adaptability has allowed them to fully embrace the rules and routines of the wasteland.
They work at sunrise and rest at sunset.
For the Tundra Shelter, there is currently no stable source of fire or electricity, so ordinary people can only lie in bed after sunset and wait for the next day to arrive.
Unlike the smokeless torches previously created by the system, artificial torches, due to the presence of animal fat, produce thick black smoke that is definitely not a good lighting tool at night.
As for more advanced lighting, at this stage, it would be a huge waste to use resources on it.
"Eight days. Maybe I was too fast, which is why everyone else seemed so slow."
"From nothing to something, the other shelters have developed quite quickly. I hope this disaster won't kill too many people!"
Thinking of this, Su Mo seemed to realize something, his gaze wandering as he stared at the stone ceiling.
Unfortunately, the simple yet grand stone patterns could not provide Su Mo with the answer.
Under the warm light of the bedside lamp, the shelter was unusually quiet, except for the occasional gurgling of Big and Little Spark.
After a moment, Su Mo opened the world chat and typed a message in the chat box: [Su Mo: To all surviving humans, please be wary of privately established shelters, entrapment schemes, and alien slaves!]
Just as he was about to send the message, and as his mind was about to touch the send button, Su Mo deleted the message, closed his eyes, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Bei Shang Guang, and Guangzhou don't believe in tears, and they certainly won't believe in them in the apocalypse.
Ever since he saw the many humans silently mining in the kobold Saltpeter Camp, and yet failed to see any such news on the World Channel, Su Mo was unwilling to admit this fact.
In the cruel wasteland.
There must be countless alien resource points similar to the Kobold Saltpeter Camp.
There must have been several times, tens of times, or even hundreds of times more people enslaved than we see today.
Aside from a small minority who still yearn to return to the Official Shelter, most humans are actually unwilling to go back.
Although enslaved by monsters, at least they have enough to eat and drink every day, and as long as they have some strength, they can survive in the apocalypse.
Compared to those who starve to death in the wilderness, isn't this a kind of luck?
Should we speak out?
Su Mo didn't know, and at least for now, no one would tell him.
The moon sets and the sun rises.
Before eight o'clock, Su Mo woke up naturally and could no longer fall back asleep.
Su Mo slept very restlessly.
A pang of conscience caused him to have the same recurring nightmare all night.
In his dream Su Mo stood on the edge of a cliff, watching one human after another leap off the cliff with smiles on their faces.
Seeing countless children emulating these humans, gradually forgetting that they are not "rootless duckweed."
Sitting on the edge of the bed, soft sunlight was already streaming into the shelter.
Clench your fist!
Su Mo opened the world chat channel again and resolutely clicked send the message he hadn't sent the night before.
The peaceful world chat was suddenly disrupted as if a bomb had been dropped on the players who were discussing how to better deal with the Mutated Beast.
It exploded instantly! "Holy crap, front row, hug my Su God! This wave, this wave is the early Bird with God hug!"
"Su God, Su God, look at me! We're on the same wavelength. Let's get acquainted. When the secret realm opens, I'll have some good stuff to trade with you!"
"Entrapment? Someone contacted me yesterday to go to his shelter. Damn it, thank goodness Su God reminded me!"
"Everyone should try to find an official shelter nearby. Private ones are not reliable. I have a brother who went to a private shelter. He tricked me into going there at first, and then he died the next day!"
"Mind your own business. It's their business if they want to go. What does it have to do with you, Su Mo?"
"That's right, that's right! Your own shelter is perfectly fine, so why don't you let everyone move in instead of spreading rumors here? Don't believe it, everyone. My shelter is located at XX. Anyone with strength is welcome!"
"Su Mo is probably just a fame-seeker. He only got lucky and won first place last time, and now he's jumping up and down? I bet you'll freeze to death in the next blizzard, you son of a bitch!"
"I'm entrapping you, I'm right here, come and hit me, hehe, let's see how long your arms are and how much you can control this place?"
The scrolling speed, which was manageable at first, is getting faster and faster.
At first, many people thanked me for the reminder, but after three to five minutes, the screen was filled with insults.
Especially after seeing that Su Mo did not respond, these people became even more arrogant, hurling one vulgar word after another.
It seems there's a strong tendency to portray Su Mo as a villain, inciting everyone to condemn him through words and writings!
Su Mo, his face cold, stared at the string of offensive language on the screen and used his last megaphone message of the day:
[Su Mo: From this day forward, if I ever see any private shelters where Human Traitor enslave and betray humanity, regardless of whether they are good or evil, I, Su Mo, will kill them!!!]
"Su Mo, if you've got the guts, come to my refuge! Well said, Su God! Next time you come here, I'll treat you to tea!"
"JD.com, Su Mo, what kind of trash are you? You're so arrogant! Su God doesn't hold grudges against me, I was just joking, it doesn't count, it doesn't count."
"You can't even get your comments right? Oh, so Su God was doing this for everyone's benefit? Never mind then! Anyone who curses is going against me Bao Someone!"
The chat channel, which was bustling with angry insults just a second ago, suddenly stopped as if someone had grabbed its throat.
Some of the most vocal fence-sitters have shut their mouths.
With a cold laugh, Su Mo closed the world chat.
What we seek in this life is a clear and open mind.
"I, Su Mo, can accept any darkness I cannot see, but if I am allowed to see it, you must all die!"
"In the apocalypse, there are no rules; might makes right!"
"If my ideas are not accepted, you will pay the price!"
After Su Mo noting down these three rules in the Dead Man's Private Message in the apocalyptic code, Soma got dressed, got up, brushed his teeth, and wiped his face.
As a "good person" in a certain sense, Su Mo could easily put aside things he couldn't see at any time.
But regarding the darkness we see, we must ensure our own safety.
That light belonging to "Su Mo" will eventually pierce the darkness of the end times and illuminate the hearts of all those whose hearts have been stained black!