Chapter 162 The Last Day, the Secret Realm Opens!
300 kilograms of flour, all kneaded, made into pancakes, no effort, time-consuming.
Working from morning to afternoon, finally all the pancakes were baked before dusk.
There was not enough space on the chopping board, so Su Mo simply made a large food cabinet with wood and placed it in the kitchen to store the prepared pancakes.
The third floor of the shelter was filled with the rich aroma of steamed buns. Even Su Mo, who was full, was hungry when he saw the last pot of hot pancakes.
"Oreo, big and small sparks, you have finished your share today, and you are not allowed to eat secretly at night!"
Seeing Su Mo's eyes looking at him, Oreo raised his dog head and pretended to be indifferent, silly and cute.
At this time, among all the trading items, only the last sixty iron tools were left unmade.
Learning and baking pancakes at the same time did not consume much physical energy. Sitting at the table, Su Mo quickly entered a state of concentration.
From the initial bumpy production, now he has a bit of "master" flavor when he sits down.
It is not only because of learning and correcting mistakes by TV, but also because of Su Mo's "piety" in hand-made production.
Do one thing and do it well.
This is Su Mo's life principle, especially when doing something important to him.
Of course, hard work always comes with rewards. The quality rate of the last sixty iron tools has been getting higher and higher as the production techniques have become more sophisticated.
Even later, four or five consecutive tools with different properties can be made.
As long as humans have this tool, they can instantly double or even triple the productivity!
With productivity, it is completely possible to ensure that the human race can keep up with the development speed of alien monsters until the balance is completely broken after the firearms are produced.
"Now more and more people on the world channel have guns, which proves that it is not difficult to make guns."
"The difficulty lies in ammunition and mass production!"
After two days of high-intensity tool making, Su Mo can also think about some problems in some unimportant links.
By mass-producing these stone axes and stone picks, the limitations of hand-made production are more serious.
According to this efficiency, even if Su Mo spends more than eight hours a day to make such tools.
Let alone energy consumption and raw material consumption, just talking about quantity, at most one disaster dumped thousands of tools, which is the peak.
But what is the current base number of humans in the wasteland?
At least four billion people!
Three disasters can only sell a few thousand tools. These thousands seem a lot, but in fact, under the denominator of one hundred million, they are too insignificant.
The same is true for guns.
In just a dozen days, some people have made various guns through tools and hand-kneading skills, and even a few hand-kneaded AK47s are still on sale in the market.
Unfortunately, these mighty-looking guns, let alone fighting for them, even swords sell better than these guns.
The reason lies in the lack of large-scale bullets and logistical support.
The stability of hand-kneaded guns is poor, and ammunition is also lacking. In addition to deterring their own people, buying them is stupid in the eyes of aliens.
"I'm afraid that Magu also encountered this dilemma at that time. Later, those who could afford guns all built their own gun and ammunition production lines."
"As the disaster deepened, those who couldn't afford it were either eliminated directly or found other ways to replace guns."
After carefully tasting the future development route, after a burst of crackling, the last stone pickaxe was finally completed.
200 iron tools, 100 iron axes, and 100 iron pickaxes, took more than 20 hours to make in total.
At the same time, there were 22 excellent quality iron axes and 14 excellent iron pickaxes, emitting a faint glow that was completely different from excellent quality.
Looking at my own achievements, I finally got a little comfort from the fatigue of the past few days.
In the future, with the development of time, this primitive way of making tools will definitely be gradually eliminated, and more "fine" tools will be made by hand.
Low-level weapons can be mass-produced through assembly line mold tool machines, so that the consumer market can be completely monopolized from top to bottom.
"So if we want to choose a technology tree, should we prioritize energy and automation?"
Opening the diary that records supplies in the game panel, Su Mo repeatedly considered and finally entered these two items.
This 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 the investment in combat power and other aspects.
This will be quite constrained when facing a strong enemy.
"Forget it, don't think about it. In the early stage, when my combat power can still be suppressed, I will develop a monopoly. Relying on these leads, I can expand my advantages and maybe I can always be ahead of everyone."
If you can't figure it out, just don't think about it. After entering all the ideas into the diary, Su Mo got up and left the workbench.
Ignite the wood under the stove and boil two large buckets of water. On the second to last night of the doomsday, Su Mo took a comfortable hot bath again and went to bed leisurely.
No matter how much the humans in the wasteland resist the arrival of this day, time will not stop because of personal will.
After 12 o'clock in the morning, the countdown on the game panel changes format and becomes a 24-hour countdown.
That night, some people were crazy, some were surprised, and some were desperate.
But generally speaking, most people were still excited about the upcoming secret realm transaction, and spent the last "ordinary" night with trepidation.
There was no cold wind, no snowfall, and if it weren't for the blood-red countdown, no one would think that a disaster would befall on such a moonlit night.
When the time came to the first ray of light from the sun, countless humans in the wasteland got up early and spontaneously came to the door of the shelter, waiting for the secret realm to open.
Even Su Mo was no exception.
At more than five o'clock, before dawn, Su Mo had already woken up to the alarm of his old phone.
After washing and eating a simple breakfast, Su Mo sat outside the garage door and quietly waited for the secret realm to come.
The previous few times when he entered the secret realm, Su Mo realized it after the secret realm had been generated, and he had not seen how the secret realm was formed with his own eyes.
This time he got up early just to witness this "miracle" moment.
The clock kept ticking forward until seven o'clock, and then eight o'clock. When the system's prompt sounded and went away, the secret realm had not yet appeared.
In the world chat, hundreds of millions of people had already started to refresh the screen, and the speed was even more terrifying than when it came on the first day.
While observing the chat panel, he looked around at the outside world. Just as Su Mo switched back and forth to check, Oreo, who was on guard, began to bark.
A magical scene appeared!
In the sky, a light that was exactly the same as the golden light that burst out from the relocation shelter suddenly appeared!
The golden light seemed to carry unparalleled power, seemingly slow, but actually fast.
At the same time, a prompt sounded in the ears of all players.
[Record]: The disaster time has been detected to be reached, and the secret realm transaction is about to open. Please prepare all players
[Record]: The secret realm rules have been distributed to the notification bar of all players' game panels. Please check it yourself!
Like all players, after hearing the system prompt, Su Mo opened the game panel to check without any hesitation.
The new notification is very special, floating directly above the game panel, very eye-catching.
After trying to click it, a ripple-shaped light screen with flashing green light popped up.
【Disaster Welfare - Trading Secret Realm (Wood)】
【The level of this disaster welfare is wood level, and the triggering method is unknown. Please cheer for all players to trigger it and strive for more benefits for the "human" race】
【Any force, violence, forced buying and selling, and any behavior against personal will are prohibited in the trading secret realm. The game does not set judgment standards for any player. Once found, the player will be automatically extracted to enter the judgment secret realm. If it is found to violate the rules, it will be directly eliminated】
【Entry time is 24 hours: 9-15, a total of six hours. There is no limit on the number of entries during the opening of the secret realm, and you can enter and exit unlimited times】
【Do not damage other people's goods in the secret realm. Once verified, refer to item 2 for the handling method】
【The jurisdiction of the trading secret realm in each area is issued by the game, and the right owner: the first in the comprehensive strength of the secret realm】
【All the above rules do not represent all the secret realm rules. Do not act recklessly. All interpretation rights are mainly owned by the game】
The six scattered trading secret realm announcements have basically made all the rules clear.
Except for the second one, "Elimination", which looks a bit scary, the other ones are all protection for the wasteland humans.
"No limit on the number of entries, only the time is set, and the freedom of any buying and selling is protected. It seems to be a real benefit to mankind!"
With a slight sigh, Su Mo noticed a flashing sign at the bottom.
"Management?"
"So I am the strongest in the regional channel?"
Although he was 100% confident in his own strength, Su Mo couldn't help but feel a little happy after seeing the game recognize it.
When the summoning mind was concentrated and turned into a mind finger pointing at the management button, the eyes suddenly darkened.
A strange and familiar world gradually emerged