《My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!》Chapter 41: We're Rich ! The Ruins have changed Ownership!
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Even if the noble dog-headed person were to take out a hand grenade from his clutches now and shout :
"Fire!"
Su Mo would not be as afraid as he is right now.
Handcrafted nuclear bomb? No! Handcrafted hand grenade?
Fire Style : Fireball Jutsu?
Magic?
The various filmworks, novels, anime, and countless of different cultures Sumo had experienced on Earth still did not allow him to take the magic of this monster in front of him seriously.
Seeing the noble dog-headed person point his staff, Su Mo could not care about anything else and quickly rolled behind a table to try to escape it.
The fireball flew very quickly!
Su Mo felt a spicy and fiery feeling rushing towards him while rolling, he knew his raincoat had a hole from being burnt now, and his ceramic armor was sure to be damaged as well.
Luckily for him, the two pieces of armor protected him enough to absorb the aftershock of the fireball, and it did not harm his skin directly.
The fireball flew straight at the fencing behind him, and split the fencing into two.
Judging from the physical damage it dealt, this fireball did not have a large AoE, but still had single target power, and was not small in terms of firepower.
Without thinking much, after the explosion ended, Su Mo began his second round of movements.
The fighting spirit is greatest at the first attempt, and will slowly diminish the second try and will run out on the third!
Su Mo did not know if the dog-headed person could fire fireballs consecutively, but he knew if this skill had a cooldown, the dog-headed person is dead for sure, if not, he himself would be dead.
Given these choices, why hesitate?
Let's see if I can end you here and now!
Rushing over, using the light, Su Mo could see the dog-headed noble panicking, and even saw him try to reach for a dog-headed wooden spear.
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"Huh?"
"This is it? This is it?"
"AH AH AH AH AH AH!"
Su Mo began his second wave of sound attacks coupled with the assault.
The continuous sound made Su Mo's eardrums hurt, and the dog-head person had pain on his face too.
The next minute, the sharp wooden spear pierced into the noble dog-headed person's chest, and the tremendous force almost fully penetrated the dog head person's weak body frame.
By using the strength of his waist, the blood vessels Su Mo's arm raised and the spear slowly lifted the dog-headed person by the energy channeled through the spear.
A huge reversal!
The noble dog-headed person was thrown in a perfect arc, and was smashed on the cold floor by Su Mo, seemingly dead.
He found that the spear was stuck after trying to twist it twice.
Fearing the noble dog-headed person would get up and declare the glory of the dog-headed tribe, then declaring it was his duty to protect it and self-destruct.
Su Mo summoned Huang Biao's mace and went forward two steps, using all his might to give the noble dog-headed person a massage.
"Heavy smash eighty"
"Light smash fourty"
"Eighty!"
"Fourty!"
"..."
After countless smashes, till all the muscles on the noble dog-head person have fully relaxed, Su Mo sat down, panting.
A silver light flashed and a platinum colored chest spawned where the noble dog headed person had died.
"Another platinum chest, looks like my effort didn't go to waste,"
From his triceps, biceps, wrist, waist, and thighs, Su Mo felt only aching through his entire body.
But compared to the time he ran into the black dog for the first time in the ruins, it was only a short few minutes before Su Mo felt the pain slowly go away.
"This wasteland is really bizarre, even dog-headed wizards exist, outrageous"."
Sitting on the floor and looking at the broken fencing, Su Mo had some fear that lingered.
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This kind of power was unlikely to be blocked by a thin piece of metal sheet, armor would surely not either.
By concentrating his mind and summoning the game interface, before Su Mo could take out the magic potions in his storage, three system messages flooded out.
[Note] : You have successfully defeated the owner of the Ruins ( Dog Headed-Person - Durandal Formordurandis )
[Note] : You are now the new owner of the underground Ruins.
[Note] : You have obtained full access to the underground Ruins.
"Looks like this underground shelter had an owner? How could you tell who came first?"
Touching the back of his head, Su Mo took out the mineral water bottle with magic elixir inside, and gulped down half of it.
As the magic elixir went down into the gut, he could feel the pain from the scalding get less.
Barely being able to support himself to get up, Su Mo focused his concentration again and looked at the surroundings of the second shelter.
This time, it was different, new notifications appeared.
[Note] : You have been recognized as the new owner of the underground Ruins.
[Note] : The element of each item can be identified with disaster points.
Starlight slowly appeared out of the surroundings of the shelter, and hovered above each item, as Su Mo focused, tooltips appeared.
[Note] : Do you want to spend 1 point to identify this item?
"Nonono, no identification, no identification."
Shaking his head, Su Mo closed the game interface and cancelled the identification process.
Everytime identification happened, it would cost him one point, even dishonest merchants were not this evil.
Plus, he still had the survival system's free identification to use.
Focusing again, Su Mo summoned the survival system and looked at the damage outside the door, the one that suffered the most was the large table.
A virtual message appeared midar.
[ Small sized thermal weapon crafting machinery ( Extremely Damaged) ]
Description : A small thermal weapon crafting machine that can be used for casting, forging, welding, stamping, extrusion, laser forming and other functions, computer control, one-time molding, quality assurance, currently lacks laser probes, central control computers, and a large number of circuit boards are currently damaged.
Efficiency : Micro/Tiny/Small : 360s/720s/1440s
First upgrade path: Repair machinery, upgrade strengthening process, change the material of the machinery, and raise efficiency, survival points needed ( 6820 )
Second upgrade path: Repair machinery, change the strengthening process type, upgrade to mid sized thermal weapon crafting machine, improve quality, survival points needed ( 35240 )
Evaluation: If the machine was not good enough, monks would consecrate it. Boy, what you lack is a Buddha's heart!
"This…"
"Mass produced one time stamping thermal weaponry?
Looking at the element of the machinery, Su Mo's database was refreshed!
"Choose your upgrade"
Focusing again, the element on the interface changed suddenly.
[ Small sized thermal weapon crafting machinery ( Extremely Damaged) ]
Efficiency : Micro/Tiny/Small : 360s/720s/1440s
Upgrade : Repair ( 3380 ) , Upgrade ( 960 ) , Efficiency ( 350 ), Quality ( 1210 )...
"This expensive?"
Looking at those scary numbers, Su Mo bit on his tongue and hesitated, he was prepared to pay the price to fix this thing, but the numbers sure made him a bit dizzy.
Looking at the other items around, Su Mo finally realized the gap between the poor and the rich.
[ Oil Well ( Damaged ) ]
[Gate of Level 3 Alloy Refuge ( Failure)]
[Simple induction cooker (Destroyed)]
[Composite lithium battery ( Damaged )]
[Tungsten bulb ( Damaged )]
Countless of things, big and small, every item on the ground seemed to have its use, but all of it was in a state of disrepair.
At this moment, if someone could see Su Mo's eyes in the dark.
They are sure to see the light in them.
"I'm rich, I'm rich!"
Su Mo felt an extremely prosperous feeling for his head, the dopamine secretion took away all his pain.
"Right, there's still that bumper car!"
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