Global Wasteland: Unlimited Upgrades for Vaults

It's snowing heavily.

The feather-like snow has completely covered the leather seats in the first row, and the whole car is full of dilapidation and chill.

But it couldn't extinguish the fire of hope in Su Mo's heart.

As long as the car can move, even if it's just a car, relying on the memory of his previous life, he can get the good things in those ruins before others.

But all these fantasies are inseparable from the most important thing-energy points.

Click Create, and there are no blueprints available on the empty page, but this is not a problem for Sumo.

"Tinder system, help me create four wheels"

"Energy points are not enough, the required energy points are 500*4...."

"Ignition system, help me repair the car body"

"Energy points are not enough, the required energy points are 800"

"Tinder system, help me modify the bumper, modify the spikes"

"Missing spike template, missing spike template...."

"..."

The more he asked about the system, the colder Su Mo's heart became. Either he lacked templates or he didn't have enough energy points.

A level 0 zombie can provide 10 energy points. If it has a body, with Sumo's strength, it is not a problem to clean up a hundred or eighty zombies a day.

But now in the state of a spirit body, I can't even get out of the car, and I can't even materialize in the car, so how can I get out of the car to fight.

"System, help me create a body"

"Insufficient permissions, please work hard to collect energy and upgrade the system level"

"Level 0 [10/10000]"

The system's cold notification tone was emotionless, like a moat straddling the gap between life and death.

Without energy points, it means that he can only be a car, a "dead" car.

He couldn't move, attack, or defend. He could only stay in this dark alley day after day, year after year, waiting to die.

An unprecedented despair welled up in Somo's heart.

Even in his previous life in the Ten Fists City, Su Mo's blood never cooled down.

But at this moment, the soldier was a little desperate.

The car cannot speak, which means that even if a human passes by him, he cannot send a distress signal.

What's more, in such an apocalyptic world where everyone is in danger, who would help a talking "car"?

Do you want to just sit on the sidelines and continue to wait here for the next zombie that crashes and dies in front of the car?

Rationality told Sumo how ridiculous the ideas born out of desperation are.

Instead of looking forward to the next zombie that will bump into it and die, it is better to think about the reality of 500 million energy points falling from the sky.

Feeling that Sumo has not operated for a long time, the yellow-orange-orange screen ripples of the system flashed and became lighter and lighter.

Gradually disappeared in the snowy night in the middle of the night.

Without the light from the screen, the whole alley became dark and terrifying.

The depths of the alleys are like demons who want to devour people, attracting warriors who are not afraid of death to come in and explore.

Occasionally, the cries of humans and the roars of zombies from a distance covered the night with bloody silk.

In the last days, as long as one day does not enter the shelter established by the strong human beings, one day will live in fear.

Gradually, Su Mo, who was sitting in the car and looking forward to a miracle, also became sleepy.

Spiritual bodies also need rest, just like human beings, they work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

Sufficient rest time is needed for the spirit body to recharge.

As time passed, Sumo in the car, breathing evenly, turned into a flash of spiritual light, and got into the amulet hanging in front of the van.

The last anger in the entire alley disappeared immediately and became dead silent.

This is the abyss of despair.

But, who knows that a miracle won't happen in the next second.

The night was getting deeper and deeper.

Gradually, a ray of dawn representing hope gradually appeared in the sky.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak~"

From the stinking sewers in the alley, several fat mice emerged.

The mouse sniffed all the food that could satisfy its hunger.

Suddenly, a savory smell tinged with rancidity greatly stimulated their perception.

Surprised, they quickly climbed to the front of a van, planing wildly with their two little paws in the snow.

Gradually, the snow covering the crippled zombie was gradually removed, revealing the rotting face of the zombie.

food!And it's delicious food!

The few mice were excited. Since the end of the world, their lives have been getting better and better day by day, and unknown changes have taken place in their originally thin and small bodies.

The three fat mice couldn't care less about sharing the deliciousness of the food, and began to feast on it.

But no one could see, beside the small waterway where the three mice came up, a scarlet gaze stared at them.

After the three mice ate for half a minute, the owner of the gaze seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and jumped out of the sewer.

One was bigger than the three fat mice combined, like a thin kitten.

The moment it appeared, the three fat mice that were still eating stopped instantly.

But in the next second, they, who had no IQ, could not withstand the temptation of food, and worked hard again.

The big mouse seemed to be dissatisfied with the attitude of the three fat mice, kicked its strong hind legs on the ground, like a small cannonball, and shot directly at the bigger one of the three mice.