My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely Novel! - Chapter 417

Chapter 417: The Final Battle! A Crazy Reward!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

History repeated itself.

The sight of the Heavenly Dog Pseudo God running away in panic when faced with the Dongfeng-17 missile had not yet faded from everyone’s minds, but now a new “world-famous art piece” was engraved into the minds of every human being on the wasteland.
Five R-3 ballistic missiles rose into the sky, exuding a faint white light!

Like the Halley’s Comet that flew past the Earth, the five missiles left long trails of smoke as they flew up, a scene that was reminiscent of a fireworks show.

Countless other gods, who had been observing the situation unfold, quickly cut off their connection to the wasteland and fled in a hurry.

As for the five targets, they could neither escape nor avoid the missiles.

The Five Royal Clans had made many preparations, and spent a lot of time and effort, in order to be able to tear space apart and descend upon the wasteland.

However, it was hard for them to get out of here if they could only rely on their own powers!

Despite not having killed a single creature, they tore through space at an extremely slow pace. They could only watch as the missiles came at them straight from below.

The survivors in every corner of the wasteland regained their senses at this moment.

They looked at the five meteors that cut through the night sky and quietly closed their eyes.

“Thope that I can find a peaceful place after this battle, somewhere I can take my old parents to. We’ll build a small house there, and harvest crops from a small plot of farmland…”
“Thope that I can grow up faster, and later join Almighty Su’s shelter and become Almighty Su’s right-hand man.”

“Thope that the next disaster won’t be like this. Humanity can’t afford to lose.”

“Thope that we can find a place to rest and settle down soon after we head into the center of the ocean.”

“Thope…”

These shooting stars were not real shooting stars.

However, at this moment, the fires of hope among humankind had once again been rekindled.

They boldly imagined their future lives after this battle.

They fantasized that humanity would be reunited and that civilization would be reestablished within their lifetime.

They looked forward to conquering this world, and they looked forward to every new morning after they survived.

They looked forward to the gusts of wind, the ladles of water, the fields of wheat, and the “flames” that they had ignited within themselves.

They looked forward to every day of the future, and to the new chapter of humanity that would come!

Su Mo, who was Almighty Su to the people, was listening to the notification informing him of the gold-grade airdrop reward, and also to the song L’Internationale that was about to reach its final climax.
Standing on the deck, Su Mo slowly exhaled, basking in the feeling of pleasure after casting aside the boulder that had been weighing upon his chest!

[Captain Su Mo, the missile is expected to impact the enemy in five seconds…]

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Boom!

Boom, boom, boom!

Buzz… Boom…

After a short silence, the sound of explosions suddenly boomed, and the wastelands night sky was filled with an explosive display of ‘fireworks’!

Shockwave upon shockwave completely dispelled the clouds in the sky.

Did it work?

Looking at the flames that covered the sky, the survivors in every part of the wasteland looked up blankly, holding their breaths.

They had already summoned their game panels in advance. Following their experience from last time, everyone was both expectant and terrified!

Before a notification prompt could even pop up on their blank game panels, an excited voice boomed out in the live broadcast stream that they were still tuned into
“It’s over!”

“We’ve won!”

Wow!

As the voice rang out, it was as if a switch had been flipped!

Notification prompts from the game panel sprang up in the ears of every surviving human, one after another, as if the game panel was glitching.

[Record]: The Platinum-grade disaster “Invasion of the Foreign Gods” was forcibly ended by player “Su Mo”. The disaster is over!

[Record]: It was detected that the difficulty level of this disaster was too high. For the next 30 days, the disaster mechanism will be suspended as compensation. The next disaster will start after 30+x (will be chosen based on votes) days.
[Record]: Disaster rewards are being prepared and will be distributed after player “Su Mo” determines his choice. Please wait patiently.

[Record]: A player has been found to be using loopholes existing in the game to create a malicious bug that does not belong in the current environment. The game has successfully traced the loopholes in the game, and they will be fixed during the next version update. All players can rest assured that such
things will not happen again.

[Record]: It has been detected that the humans have suffered great losses due to the bug. The game will distribute rewards as compensation. The specific compensation will be issued after the player “Su Mo” has identified his choice.
[Record]: It has been detected that the player “Su Mo” from the human faction has achieved an impossible achievement (Code Name: Final Battle), defending the game’s fair and just environment. He will be rewarded with the Human Faction Player Special Privilege*1 (180 days).
[Record]: It has been detected that more than 99% of the players in the human faction have participated in the Final Battle. The privilege reward is upgraded and will be selected by human player “Su Mo” on behalf of the human faction. Please wait patiently for the reward to be issued!

[Record]: Dear players, because of the loopholes in the game, the players have had a bad experience with the game. We would like to sincerely apologize for this. A self-maintenance upgrade and update of the game panel will start after three days, which will take fourteen natural days (‘Real Survival’
version will be automatically delayed). During this period, the game panel will enter a stagnant state. All functions (except storage space) will be temporarily unavailable. After the update is completed, the game will issue update rewards for all players. Please wait patiently!

[Record]: We hope that every player will have fun in the game!

Boom!

Nine notifications prompts rang out in the ears of every human survivor on the wasteland like heavenly music!

Rewards, compensation, privileges, updates!

All these fell into the players’ laps suddenly. The survivors did not cheer loudly, but instead flopped onto the decks of their vessels, as if their legs had been turned into jelly.
They had prior experience regarding the killing of the Heavenly Dog Pseudo God, so they knew that this time the humans had

‘Won by a huge margin!

In the comments section of the disaster resistance channel, there were no other statements.

Everyone was paralyzed. They repeated the same phrase tirelessly.

Long live Almighty Su!

They looked at the figure on the screen that shone brightly despite not looking that magnificent, and their hearts were filled with gratitude.

As they watched, the figure slowly came to the bow of the ship and raised the Battle Flag of Hope high in his hand.

“Fellow survivors, now is not the time for us to rest on our laurels. Look at the foreign races around you. Our mission is not over yet!”

“Now, please stand up and return to your posts on your ships!”

As if his words contained magic, more than 90% of the survivors reflexively stood up instantly after he uttered those words.

There were countless cells within their bodies screaming that they needed to rest but, at this moment, under the combined stimulation of Su Mo’s words and potential rewards, their adrenaline started to overflow like crazy!
This magical hormone helped them to ignore most of the pain. What was left was

Passion!

“Very good! I see your efforts!”

“All captains, please also stand up! Stand on the bow of your ships and hold the flags of your ships!”

Clang!

Compared to the ordinary people, the captains’ actions were more uniform.

Every captain aboard Tundra One strode out in unison, and captains all over the wasteland moved forward as well. Everyone moved as if they were connected telepathically, with frighteningly sychronized movements!
“Very good!”

“Ican feel you holding it, I can feel your loyalty to your mission. You have not chosen to back down, and your hearts are still pounding!”

“Even though our ships are broken, even though we are still surrounded by countless foreigs races whose eyes are filled with greed, but now, with me, please shout out loud!”
“Genesis!”

Boom!

After he said that, countless captains throughout the wasteland shouted that word out with all their might and without any hesitation.

The next second, to everyone’s astonishment, they witnessed a miracle happen before their very own eyes!

Amilky white light slowly floated up from the surface of their vessels. Like a mother’s hand, it floated silently in the places where the vessels were damaged.

From large ships of the line, down to the ordinary small rafts, the white shimmering light started to perform minor “surgery” on the hulls, acting like a skilled surgeon!

At this moment, collapsed and broken masts were magically reattached by the white light. They slowly floated to their original positions, and then were mysteriously restored to their previous appearances!
The surface of the broken hulls were gradually stitched together, almost as if the materials remembered their previous shapes. Now, no signs of damage could be seen.

Every trace of loss, and every trace that represented blood and sacrifice, was rapidly disappearing!

Thanks to the sharing of Hope One’s special ability, the ships were restored by 60%. The effects were amazing!

In just under a minute, more than 90% of these vessels were magically restored to their original intact conditions from before they had set out to sea.

‘The remaining vessels were not restored to their peak conditions, but to a point where they were still seaworthy!

All the captains were ecstatic, and all the crew members were as well.

Before they could react to the changes happening in front of them, they heard another piece of music broadcasted in the disaster resistance live broadcast stream.

It was the theme song of Pirates of the Caribbean.

He’s A Pirate!

As the familiar intro played, the exciting drumbeats roused the passion within everyone’s hearts.

Music knew no borders. From middle-aged people who were 50 years old, to teenagers aged 18 years old, everyone was stimulated by this piece of music. They clenched their fists involuntarily, focusing on the screen again.
‘As the captain of the Hope fleet, which now comprised 2.6 billion people, Su Mo stood at the bow of the ship, raising one hand as everyone watched!

“Now, all ships, heed my command!”

“Raise the anchors of your ships!”

Buzz

‘The sailors standing at the bow of each began to raise their anchors forcefully, the chains emitting sharp, grinding noises as the anchors were smoothly retracted.

“Lower the sails!”

Swish!

‘At Su Mo’s command, numerous sailors on each ship bypassed their captains and unfurled the sails of their ships!

At four o’clock in the morning, the direction of the wind had already started to change. As soon as the sails were lowered, the wind drove the ships forward involuntarily. Flapping noises were made as the wind blew on the sails.
“Every ship, target the locations where there are the most foreign races, and charge!”

Boom!

‘As Su Mo said that, he looked at the milky white light that was connected between their ships and Hope One on the screen.

Without hesitation, all the captains immediately began to adjust their rudders and shouted, “Charge!”

Then, a little speck of white light gathered at the bow of the ship and, within just a few seconds, it suddenly transformed into a white protective shield!

At this moment, regardless of how many knots those ships were sailing at before, their speed increased to a synchronized 35 knots after the adjustments!

With the physical damage resistance and immunity granted by Hope One’s shared Porcupine special ability, all the foreign races who dared to stand in their way were like fragile bubbles. With just a light nudge, they were turned into bloody foam that covered the ocean and the sky!
Five minutes later, the charge ended.

Cheers began to ring out all over the wasteland!

At four eighteen in the morning of the ninth day of the third month of the Doomsday calendar, the humans had finally turned a new page

To anew era of freedom!