Chapter 159: On the last day, the secret realm opens!
Knead all 300 pounds of flour and make it into flatbreads. It takes no effort and time.
I worked from morning to afternoon, and finally baked all the pancakes before evening.
There wasn't enough space on the chopping board, so Somo simply made a large food cabinet out of wood and placed it in the kitchen to store the prepared flatbreads.
On the third floor of the shelter, the rich aroma of steamed buns permeated the air. Even Somo, who was full, had an appetite when looking at the last pot of hot flatbreads.
"Oreos, Big and Little Sparks, you have finished your share today, so you are not allowed to eat any secretly at night!"
Seeing Somo's eyes sizing him up, Oreo cocked his head and pretended to be nonchalant and cute.
At this time, among all the traded items, only the last sixty iron tools were left unfinished.
Pancakes were being fried while studying, which was not a serious physical exertion. Sitting at the table, Somo quickly entered a state of concentration.
From the bumpy production at the beginning, now I feel a bit like a "master" when I sit down.
It’s not just about learning and correcting mistakes through the TV, but also about Somo’s “piety” towards hand-made products.
Do one thing, do one thing well.
This is Soma's life principle, especially when doing things that are important to you.
Of course, hard work always comes with rewards, and the quality rate of the last sixty iron tools has become higher and higher with the proficiency of the production techniques.
Even later, four or five consecutive tools can be used to create sophisticated tools with different attributes.
As long as humans hold this tool, they can double or even triple their productivity in an instant!
With productivity, it is completely guaranteed that the human race can develop at the same rate as the alien monsters, until the release of firearms completely breaks the balance.
"Now more and more people on the World Channel have guns, which proves that making guns is not difficult."
"The difficulty lies in...ammunition and mass production!"
After two consecutive days of high-intensity tool making, Sumo was able to think about some issues in some unimportant aspects.
By mass-producing these stone axes and pickaxes, the limitations of hand-making are even more serious.
According to this efficiency, even Sumo spent more than eight hours a day making such tools.
Let’s not talk about energy consumption and raw material consumption. Let’s just talk about quantity. At most, a disaster dumping thousands of tools is the peak.
But what is the current population base of humans in the wasteland?
At least four billion people!
Only a few thousand tools could be sold after three disasters. This few thousand may seem like a lot, but in fact it is too insignificant under the denominator of 100 million.
The same goes for guns.
In just ten days, some people have used tools and hand-made skills to create various types of guns, and even a few hand-made AK47s are still on the market.
It's a pity that these mighty-looking guns, let alone fighting for them, even large knives sell better than these guns.
The reason lies in the lack of large-scale bullets and logistical support.
Hand-kneaded guns have poor stability and lack of ammunition. In addition to being able to intimidate your own people, buying them is just stupid in the eyes of foreigners.
"I'm afraid Magu also encountered this dilemma at the time. Later, people who could afford guns established their own gun and ammunition production lines."
"Those who cannot afford it will either be eliminated directly as the disaster deepens, or they will find other ways to replace guns."
After carefully studying the future development route, after a period of crackling hammering, the last stone pickaxe was finally completed.
200 iron tools, 100 stone axes, and 100 iron pickaxes took a total of more than 20 hours to make.
At the same time, there are 22 pieces of excellent quality in the stone axe, and 14 pieces in the iron pickaxe, which exude a faint gleam that is completely different from excellent quality.
Looking at my results, I finally got some relief from the exhaustion of the past few days.
In the future, with the development of time, such primitive methods of making tools will definitely be gradually phased out, and more "high-quality" tools will be made by hand.
Low-level weapons are manufactured in batches through assembly line molding machines, so that the consumer market can be completely monopolized from top to bottom.
"So if you want to order the technology tree, you should prioritize energy and automation?"
Opening the diary for recording supplies in the game panel, Sumo considered it repeatedly and finally entered these two items.
Such an approach is indeed a bit extreme and full of uncertainty about the future.
Investing most of the survival points in the development of these two technology trees will inevitably reduce investment in combat effectiveness and other aspects.
This will be quite restrictive when facing a strong enemy.
"Forget it. In the early stage, when my combat power can still be suppressed, I will develop and form a monopoly. By relying on these leads and expanding my advantages, I may be able to stay in front of everyone."
If he couldn't figure it out, he just didn't want to think about it. After recording all his thoughts in his diary, Sumo stood up and left the workbench.
He lit the wood under the stove and boiled two large buckets of water. On the penultimate night before the end, Somo took another comfortable hot bath and then went to bed.
No matter how much the humans in the wasteland resist the arrival of this day, time will not stop due to personal wishes.
The countdown on the game panel changes style after 12 o'clock in the morning and becomes a 24-hour countdown.
On this night, some people were crazy, some were surprised, and some were desperate.
But generally speaking, most people were excited about the upcoming secret transaction and spent the last "mundane" night with anxiety.
There was no cold wind, no snowfall, and if it weren't for the blood-red countdown, no one would have thought that a disaster was about to happen on such a day with a sparse moon and stars.
When the first ray of the sun sets, countless humans in the wasteland get up early and spontaneously come to the door of the shelter, waiting for the secret realm to open.
Even Soma is no exception.
At around five o'clock, before dawn, Sumo had already woken up to the sound of the alarm clock on the elderly machine.
After washing up and eating a simple breakfast, Somo sat outside the garage door and waited quietly for the secret realm to arrive.
The first few times he entered the secret realm, it was only after the secret realm had been formed that Somo realized it later and had not seen with his own eyes how the secret realm was formed.
This time I got up early just to witness this "miraculous" moment.
The clock continued to move forward, waiting until seven o'clock. When the system beep sounded and then left at eight o'clock, the secret realm had not yet appeared.
In the world chat, hundreds of millions of people have started to refresh the screen, and the speed is even more terrifying than when it first arrived.
While observing the chat panel, he looked around at the outside world. Just as Somo was moving back and forth to check, Oreo, who was on alert, began to bark.
A magical scene appeared!
On the horizon, a light that was exactly the same as the golden light erupting from the relocation shelter suddenly appeared!
The golden light seems to carry unparalleled power, seemingly slow, but actually very fast.
At the same time, a prompt sounded in the ears of all players.
[Record]: It has been detected that the disaster time has reached the standard, and the secret realm transaction is about to start. All players please be prepared.
[Record]: The secret realm rules have been distributed to all players’ game panel notification boards, please check them yourself!
Like all players, after hearing the system prompt, Sumo immediately opened the game panel without any hesitation to check.
The new notification is very special, floating directly above the game panel, very eye-catching.
After trying to click, a ripple-shaped light curtain with flashing green light popped up.
[Disaster Welfare-Trading Secret Realm (Wood)]
[1. The welfare level of this disaster is wood level, and the triggering method is unknown. All players are requested to work hard to trigger it and strive for more benefits for the "human" race]
[2. In the trading secret realm, any force, violence, any forced buying and selling, and any behavior against one's will are prohibited. The game does not set judgment standards for any player. Once discovered, the player will be automatically extracted into the ruling secret realm to verify that the rules have been violated, and directly
obliterate]
[3. Entry time is 24-hour: 9-15, a total of six hours. There is no limit on the number of entries during the opening period of the secret realm, and unlimited entry and exit]
[4. Do not damage other people’s goods in the secret environment. Once verified, please refer to item 2 for the handling method]
[5. The rights to trade secret realms in each region are issued by the game on behalf of the game, and the rights owner is the one with the highest comprehensive strength in the secret realm]
[6. All the above rules do not represent all the rules of the secret realm. Please do not act arbitrarily. All interpretation rights are given by the game]
Six scattered trading secret realm announcements have basically made all the rules clear.
Except for the "obliteration" in the second article, which seems a bit scary, the other articles are all about the protection of humans in the wasteland.
"It does not limit the number of entries, but only stipulates the time to protect any freedom of buying and selling. It seems to be really beneficial to the welfare of mankind!"
With a slight sigh, Sumo noticed a shining sign at the bottom.
"manage?"
"So I am the strongest in the regional channel?"
Although he had 100% confidence in his own strength, Sumo still felt a little happy after seeing Yugi admit it.
When he concentrated his summoned thoughts and pointed his finger at the management button, his eyes suddenly turned dark.