"There's a problem. It's a good thing I didn't rush to prepare it based on the method I learnt in high school chemistry class. Otherwise, I wouldn't even know what happened when I get blown up!"

Su Mo looked at the impartially and fluently written picric acid preparation flow chart with lingering fear.

"Great God 404 is f*cking awesome indeed. This thing has got so many twists and turns…"

Next, Su Mo focused mentally to summon the system. A spectral property chart appeared next to the picric acid flowchart.

[TNT Production Process]

Description: This is an explosives manufacturing diagram detailing a clear process flow and rigorous procedures based on modern scientific theories. Follow the flowchart strictly to produce powerful TNT explosives.

Comment: A method of production that even a stupid person can understand. It will work as long as you have hands!

"There's no problem this time. It seems that the system acted up a little earlier?"

Su Mo touched his head and laughed.

If there was any oversight or error in the process of making explosives, the direct consequence would most certainly be fatal and destructive.

"I'll go repair the oil well tomorrow and, in a couple of days…"

"Hehe…"

Su Mo suddenly became excited, thinking about a large number of kobolds being chased out from the kobold castle before getting blown to smithereens with explosives.

He stood up and carefully placed the flowchart in the storage space.

"It seems that psychic energy water can no longer be casually traded from now on. I'll have to make sure it's not being hoarded when I trade, otherwise I might end up supporting my own enemies."

Su Mo gritted his teeth and walked over to the water tank where the psychic energy water was stored and poured out half a basin of psychic energy water.

He took off his underclothes reluctantly, put them in the basin, and started scrubbing.

The clear psychic energy water quickly became visibly murky. So much so that it had completely turned into a brown, earthy color in just a few minutes.

"This is worse than if I hadn't done the laundry for a week on Earth. The sandstorms in this world are too strong!"

Wringing the water out of his clothes and looking at the pets who were staring at him, Su Mo pretended that nothing happened and poured the used water along the edge of the culture medium.

Completely destroying the evidence (×)

Watering the culture medium (√)

Humans could not drink the murky psychic energy water, but there would not be a problem if it was poured into the culture medium. Everything would be absorbed as it was.

After thinking about it, Su Mo decided to take out tomorrow's share of psychic energy water to wash his outerwear as well so that he could water the vegetables!

He poured out some water again. After brushing his teeth and wiping his face, Su Mo laid comfortably on the small bed.

It had been the eighth day since his arrival on this wasteland from Earth before the meteor disaster.

His excellent adaptability as a human had allowed him to become thoroughly accustomed to the norms and routines in the wasteland; from getting up to work at sunrise and retiring at sunset.

There was currently no stable source of fire and electricity at the Tundra shelter. Ordinary people could only lie in bed after sundown and wait for the next day to come.

Unlike the smokeless torch the system had created before, regular torches were definitely not a good lightning tool at night as they contained animal fat, which would create thick black smoke when burned.

As for more advanced forms of lighting, it was still considered very wasteful to utilize resources on them at this stage.

"Eight days...perhaps it was me advancing too quickly that made others appear slow."

"The development of these other shelters could be considered fast considering they had started from nothing. Hopefully not too many people will die from this disaster!"

Thinking of this, Su Mo seemed to have realized something as his stare seemed to fixate on the stone ceiling.

It was a pity that the magnificence revealed in the simple stone patterns could not provide Su Mo an answer.

Under the warm light from his bedside, the shelter was oddly quiet aside from Big Spark and Little Sparks' occasional clucking.

After a while, Su Mo silently opened the World Channel and typed out a message in the chat box.

[Su Mo: To all survivors, please beware private shelters, entrapment and alien race slavery!]

Just as he was to send the message, Su Mo halted; his hand hovering over the send button. Deleting the message, he closed his eyes and slowly went to sleep.

Society was cruel, which rang even truer in this doomsday wasteland. 

Ever since he had seen those humans mining silently at the kobold saltpeter mine, yet not finding or hearing any related news about it on the World Channel…

At that moment, Su Mo was actually unwilling to admit the truth.

In this cruel wasteland, there had to be countless alien race resource points like the kobold saltpeter mine.

Among them, there were bound to be several, dozens, or even hundreds more enslaved humans than those he saw today.

Apart from a small number of people who yearned to return to the official shelters, most humans were actually unwilling to go back.

Although they were enslaved by monsters, at least they did not have to worry about food or drink every day. As long as they had the strength to work, then they could continue working in this doomsday wasteland.

Compared to those who had starved to death in the wilderness, was it not a form of luck?

Should he voice that out?

Su Mo did not know. At least for now, no one could tell him.

...

The next morning.

Su Mo woke up naturally before eight o'clock and could not continue sleeping.

Su Mo did not have a comfortable sleep.

His guilty conscience had given him repeated nightmares all night long.

In his dreams, Su Mo stood by a cliff, watching people leaping off the cliff one after the other with smiles on their faces.

He watched countless children imitating these people, gradually forgetting that they were not individuals without origins.

As he sat by the bedside, soft sunlight was already streaming into the shelter.

He clenched his fists!

Su Mo opened the World Channel once again and resolutely sent out the words he had held back last night.

It seemed as if a bomb had been thrown into the peaceful World Channel. The players, who had been talking about how to better deal with mutant beasts—suddenly exploded!

"Oh shit, it's Almighty Su, I'll be first in line to kiss your feet. This message, this message is a divine embrace for the early birds!"

"Almighty Su, look at me, Almighty Su. We're both on the same channel, let's get to know one another. I have something good to exchange with you when the secret realm opens!"

"Entrapment? Someone contacted me yesterday asking me to go to his shelter. Damn, fortunately there's a reminder from Almighty Su!"

"Everyone should try to look around for an official shelter nearby. The private ones are not very credible. One of my brothers who went to a private shelter initially wanted to trick me into going as well, but he died the next day!"

"Mind your own business. If someone wants to go, it's their own business. What's it got to do with you, Su Mo?"

"That's right, that's right. Your own shelter is very good, so why don't you let everyone stay there instead of spreading rumors here? Everyone, don't believe it. My shelter is at location XX. As long as you have the strength, I'll welcome you with open arms!"

"I'm afraid Su Mo is a man who's fishing for fame. It was just sheer luck that he got number one previously, so he's now trying to aim higher? I'll see if you'll freeze to your f*cking death in the next blizzard!"

"I am running that entrapment you're talking about. I'm right here. Come beat me up, hehe. I wanna see how far you can extend your hands to stick into our business."

…

The speed at which the screen was bombarded by comments was getting faster and faster.

At first, there were many people who thanked him for the reminder but, after a few minutes, the whole screen switched to name-calling and verbal abuse.

Especially when they saw that Su Mo did not respond, these people became even more contemptuous as swear words followed one after another.

Most of them painted Su Mo as a villain, encouraging everyone else to condemn him!

Su Mo looked coldly at the unsightly language on the screen and used the last trumpet of the day to voice out again:

[Su Mo: If I see any more private shelters enslaving and betraying humans from today onwards, I, Su Mo, will definitely kill you, no matter if you're good or evil!!!]

"Su Mo, come to my shelter if you have the guts….uh, well said, Almighty Su! I'll pour you some tea the next time you come here!"

"F*cking Su Mo, what are you….ah, f*cking awesome, f*cking awesome! Almighty Su, a great man rarely stoops to acts of pettiness. I was just boasting, it doesn't count, it doesn't count."

"

"Are you speaking out on the wrong things? I think you're….uh, it turns out that Almighty Su's message is for everyone's good, then it's alright! Whoever is swearing is going against me!"

Su Mo looked at the channel that had still been swearing lively at the last second stop altogether, as if it had been suddenly strangled at the throat.

Some of the loudest and fiercest hive-minded people had also shut their f*cking mouths.

Su Mo closed the World Channel with a sneer.

As humans only live once, what he was asking for was understanding.

"I, Su Mo, can accept any evil that I can't see. If I see it, however, then they must die!"

"There are no rules in doomsday except our own fists!"

"If you cannot comprehend my thoughts, then you'll have to pay for it!" 

After Su Mo recorded these three sentences silently from the dead man's private message channel that was responsible for the rules of survival, he dressed up before getting up to brush his teeth and wipe his face.

As a "good person", in some sense, Su Mo could completely forget about the things he could not see.

However, for the evil that he could see, so long as he could be 100% assured of his own safety, that ray of light that belonged to "Su Mo" would eventually cut through the dark nights of doomsday and illuminate the hearts of all the people that were tainted black!