P-205 Shelter

  Nature is only slightly affected by teological heroes and generally not swayed by human will, but civilization is.

  Traditional humahics colpse and ge rapidly with the advent of teology.

  Li Aozhi walked on the frost-covered sao his left, the remnants of past glories y buried, with statues of former leaders raising their left hands, physically halfway into the ground, their marble faces riddled with bullet holes and erosion.

  On his right, things were retively better. The raging sandstorms mixed with ice particles would quickly drain energy and warmth from a person. If one didn't adopt a low ter of gravity and crawl, even a 200-pound man would be knocked down by the violent icy sandstorm.

  It’s hard to imagine, but the pce Li Aozhi was in was less than 30 kilometers from a humalement, yet within this 30-kilometer radius, it was pletely barren.

  The bd red smoky clouds drifted slowly overhead. Li Aozhi raised his hand, wiped the snowy mud off the back of his hand, and checked his eleic watch.

  9:11 AM.

  "Phew..."

  Through his mask, he exhaled a breath of white mist, his gray eyes narrowing into slits.

  It's hard to describe the enviro of the outside world. It’s nht, but calling it dark would be an exaggeration.

  The bck-red twilight resembled blood-stained battlefields, oppressive clouds making it hard to breathe. No one could use the word 'rexed' here.

  Dim, chaotic—this was the most direct description Li Aozhi could think of.

  He didn’t use any lighting tools. Iside world, exposing a light source was like invitih. This seemingly deserted life-forbidden zone was teeming with hidden hunters.

  While Li Aozhi was fident he could take down one or two unarmed low-level Rule Fents, that was only because they were ordinary people; there were hardly araordinary beings at the ty border.

  But those who survived iside world were ruthless bloodthirsty killers.

  Everuck driver who had just taken him out of Frost, aced to long-haul transport, had thick yers of bulletproof gss and iructible doors covered in scars. Drivers from all four tries only dared to use fog lights in heavy fog, never daring to emit a single light otherwise.

  "That guy dropped me off in the wrong pce; the shelter entrance is to the west."

  Li Aozhi was a bit frustrated but didn’t bme the driver. Under normal circumstances, drivers from the four tries wouldn’t dare to stop, so misidentifying the location was normal.

  He wore a thick coat, even though Frost, as a northern try, had thick daily clothing. It still seemed thin pared to the cold of the outside world. His sweat and clothes froze together, stiff like an ice block, making every move slow.

  Li Aozhi didn’t carry any special exploration equipment, but based on his experie was about minus forty degrees, not too cold. In the depths of the outside world, like Hell Valley, temperatures could reach minus two hundred seventy degrees, where even the best protective suits couldn’t st 30 seds.

  He groped around, feeling that the enviro was somewhat familiar, then switched to a half-kneeling, half-crawling posture to move slowly. Li Aozhi kept searg between the snow and sand; the shelter was buried underground, with only a thick metal shell oside. Once he found the metal shell, he could find the entrance.

  Sss.

  The low temperature made the metal brittle. Even with protective gloves, his fiips were pierced by some brittle steel. Faced with the soon-to-be frozen wound, Li Aozhi felt a surge of joy.

  He had found it.

  He cautiously moved forward, digging with his bare hands. His gloves wore out, and his fiips were soon clogged with frost and sand, but Li Aozhi didn’t care.

  As long as he could get in, he would definitely bee a [Mutant] and obtain that rare specialty at this time!

  As time passed, when his hand was finally cut, and the panel dispyed [Ied Wound], redug his stitution by one point every 4 hours, his fiouched a solid obstacle.

  Ding—

  A clear low hum sounded. Li Aozhi felt delighted and quickly cleared the nearby sand, revealing a heavy alloy door. Li Aozhi's fingers brushed over the etched imprint, reizing the rusty characters:

  'Requiem’ Humanitarian Rescue Passage—P-205 Shelter

  "Found it."

  Li Aozhi exerted all his strength, veins bulging, struggling to turn the door wheel.

  After the final war, this entrance was abandoned, unused and unmaintained for a long time. The icy sand had corroded the door bolts, and the wheel, wet with snow, was hard to grip, greatly affeg his strength.

  "Ugh—"

  Li Aozhi’s face stiffened, his finger joints turning white from exertio down to rest, realizing he was no longer a pyer. He ed his headscarf around the wheel and his palm to increase tad grip.

  Sss...

  After a long time, a puff of dust rose, the wheel slowly turned, and Li Aozhi tio exert force. Despite the [Frozen] debuff, he mahree full turns. With a bang, the hinge finally released, revealing part of a dder.

  "Ha... hoo hoo hoo!"

  Li Aozhi blew on his hands, stomped his feet, and trembling, turned around, carefully desding the dder.

  Creak, creak—

  Each step down the dipidated dder made a grating sound. He closed the top door, pulled the scarf from his face, and was hit by the strong smell of rust, making him dizzy and nauseous. He frowned and tinued down.

  The shelter's passage was very dark, with some parts broken. He cautiously desded, taking five mio reach the bottom safely.

  Thud.

  He dropped his suitcase first, then raised his wrist to check the time on his eleic watch.

  10:12 AM.

  "I thought a whole day had passed."

  Li Aozhi shook his head. Painful times always felt long. He didn’t immediately explore the shelter, instead recalling the task flow and background.

  "P-205 Shelter is a long series of tasks, but it’s the only way to advao the Sn css within the Frost fa, essentially a mai. Its difficulty and rewards match those of a mai."

  "However, I don’t pn to make Frost my base of operations. The best pces for the Sn css to shine are Red Arrow first and Tianhuan sed. To attract more pyers to the [Starfall Master] path, I ’t let others plete the P-205 Shelter tasks."

  The rewards from the P-205 Shelter series were enough for a Sn css pyer to 'graduate'—but if Frost’s Sn css pyers became self-suffit, Li Aozhi would miss a great opportunity to promote himself in Red Arrow or Tianhuan.

  "I’m fident that the Sn css shine early on, attrag many pyers. Red Arrow and Tianhuan don’t have Sn css mais, but their experiend leveling enviros are mature. Most importantly, I kly what resources Sn css pyers need early on. After pyers finish fighting monsters, they e to me for supplies."

  With services tailored to Sn css pyers, he could signifitly reduce their 'prison experience,' and if it worked well, it could even ence other pyers to switch to the Sn css.

  Li Aozhi was absolutely fident in attrag pyers.

  In his previous life, he was the most advanced, earliest, most popur, and iial [Starfall Master] pyer online.

  If he were a few years younger, he might have entered professional esports, making the [Starfall Master] shine on the world stage.

  In other words, he could rightfully call himself the 'founding master' of [Starfall Master] pyers.

  Therefore, Li Aozhi pnned not only to plete the P-205 Shelter tasks but to end them entirely, preventing others from taking them.

  H quests might attract criticism, but Li Aozhi knew pyers well—they were the most pragmatic people.

  They’d pin, py, pin again, and still buy from him.

  Very principled.

  Once his market was established, every Sn css pyer would practically sell their virtual kidneys for his items.

  To achieve this, Li Aozhi decided not to bandage his wounds.

  Not only that, he took out a camping knife from his bag, weighed it, and without hesitation, stabbed it into his thigh!