My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

atbread soaked in lamb, 145 survival points required.
Do you want to create it?]

“No no no, don’t create it!” Seeing the prompt that popped up from the system, Su Mo repeatedly denied it and quickly canceled the creation requirement.

“Looks like I can only try and use this creation function when I can earn tens of thousands of survival points every day in the later stages.”

Although the creation function was powerful, it would cost him 145 points just for breakfast.
It was definitely not a viable option at the moment!

However, in times of crisis, it might be useful for emergencies!

Su Mo stood up and was about to shut down the system when he glanced and saw the number ‘1’ in the lower right corner.

“Right, it seems like the system has given me one chance at a free creation since it was upgraded.
I don’t know what good stuff I can draw though.”

Given that the asking price of creation was too expensive, Su Mo did not have high hopes of actually drawing any expensive items from the prize draw.

Based on the nature of the system, he definitely would not be able to draw anything invincible at this stage.

The screen flickered.
When he tapped on the prize draw panel, cards suddenly popped out one after the other.

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“Aircraft carrier…”

“Star Demolisher…”

“Water Droplet…”

“Twin vector foil… ”

“The Power, Lightsword…”

“Lightning Storm”

“Controlled Nuclear Fusion Power Station”

“Room temperature superconductor material”

…

There were countless cards with superweapons written on them that Su Mo could never imagine, as well as material resources that were beyond the current technological limits.
Each one was depicted vividly on the cards

Flipping over the Star Demolisher card with his mind, Su Mo saw the current probability of it being drawn, this time, behind the card.

“0…”

“You f*cking system, it would be great if you could at least give a ‘1’ behind the countless zeros after the decimal point as a consolation.
Do you have to be so realistic?”

He then flipped over a few others and, after seeing that the draw rate of all the high-tech weapons were 0, and that even an ordinary nuclear power plant was 0, Su Mo simply stopped flipping them over and decided to immediately draw.

Countless illusory cards shuffled quickly within Su Mo’s mind.

Unlike the previous round of prize draw, Su Mo randomly picked one among the countless cards.

With such low probability rates, whatever he drew could already be considered a profit.
Even if he drew flatbread soaked in lamb soup, or cold-skin noodles in pepper soup with Ice Peak soda, that would be delicious too!

After adjusting his mindset, he watched as the illusory card slowly revealed its graceful self.

Su Mo conjured up an illusory hand in his mind.
He slowly flipped over the lower-left corner of the card and peeked at it.

“Huh? Concrete pavement?”

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Su Mo was very familiar with the portion of the image revealed at the lower-left corner.
It was concrete pavement from Earth.

Given his mood, he lifted it up a little more and the image of a black tire slowly revealed itself before Su Mo.

“There’s something, there really is something.
Oh my f*cking God, you are not playing with me, are you?”

Looking at the tires parked on the concrete pavement on the card, Su Mo stood up excitedly and immediately uncovered the entire card!

On the black-gray card, he could see a truck painted in camouflage, parked nicely on the yellow-lined concrete pavement.

The truck was not unusual, nor was it very big.
Although there were five tires on each side, it’s size and form did not exceed Su Mo’s expectations.

However…

In Su Mo’s vision…

There was a combination of letters and numbers that all Huaxians were familiar with.

DF-17!

“Oh shit, you really gave me a Dongfeng ballistic missile truck? Are you not afraid of 404? Dude?”

He stood in the shelter and looked at the image on the card.

Su Mo was shocked.
He was thoroughly shocked!

Especially when he saw the details of the ballistic missile truck.
Su Mo could feel his legs tremble at this moment.
He fell to the ground as though his legs were like jelly.

Waves of dizziness washed over him.

What was this ballistic missile truck? What was this DF-17?

A DF-17 missile glides at the peak of the atmosphere at supersonic speed.
It would not follow a parabolic arc trajectory, but would travel in a straight line through the air.

Then, when it reached the target overhead, it would plunge down vertically.
Such a superweapon was equivalent to a flying sword in fantasy novels that could take the head of a person from thousands of kilometers away.

While Su Mo was not a fanatical military enthusiast, he had envied watching the Amurican B2 bombers in action more than a decade ago.

Su Mo had not dreamt of so quickly obtaining the supersonic-speed missile that Amurica did not even have.