Survival In the Crypt Starting In Tokyo

I saw that with my call, a Q version of myself appeared on the upper right of the retina, and a column of personal information and a space backpack column appeared next to it.

"Name: Lin Anlan"

"Race: Human"

"Age: 19 years old ︱621 years old"

"Sex: Male"

"Level: Lv1"

"Occupation: None"

"System functions: collection, shaping, navigation"

"Talent: Painted Skin"

"Talent effect: The soul of the dead is imprisoned on the skin and carapace, and the corpse puppet can be driven by the skin and carapace. When the skin and carapace are damaged, the corpse puppet covered by the damaged part will lose the ability to control; when the skin and carapace are damaged If the damaged area is more than 50%, the energy and spirit you consume to control the corpse puppet will be doubled (the current number of corpse puppets is 1)

(Educated entry 1) Metal structure can be implanted in the flesh and blood to enhance the anti-strike ability of the corpse

(Educated entry 2) Part of the mental power can be extracted to attach to the corpse puppet, and share the sight of the corpse puppet for a short time

(Educated entry 3) It can consume part of the mental power to replace the remaining consciousness in the corpse puppet and manipulate the corpse puppet action for a short time."

"Backpack: iron sword x1, meat (white-haired mouse) x77, iron ingot x44, rotten flesh (crypt cockroach) x4, fluorite x1, skeleton (human) x1"

"This panel is far from the Demigod!"

Lin Anlan, who rarely opened his personal panel after rebirth, shook his head. When he was a demigod in his previous life, the information in the personal information column alone was as high as 15 pages. Why was it as empty as the whiteboard period?

But Lin Anlan also knows that starting from scratch is an inevitable process.

Compared with the previous life, I can at least play the role of "learned entry" now.

He glanced at the mailbox icon on the system panel and clicked on an e-mail called "The Book of All Mankind". The screen expanded, and a beautiful line of fonts appeared in front of him:

"Book to Dome Star Humanity:"

"At the time when the Catacombs invaded, the dome star catastrophe is approaching, the origin of the planet has been affected by the Catacombs, and it is inevitable to be swallowed by the Cataracts.

"The Dome Star United Navy stationed in the Pacific was exhausted in the third counterattack invasion. With the collapse of physics, the rules of the past world are no longer useful. Overnight, we lost almost all of our combat power. The final resistance. Has been disintegrated."

"The abyss in front, the home behind me, I can't retreat, this is a dead end."

"Of course, to survive from death, under the influence of the invasion of the crypt, the spiritually activated mother star will temporarily acquire consciousness, and after communicating with us, he prepared a parting gift for his ineffective children."

"Next, please survivors, please remember that when you wake up, you will be in the cavernous world that invaded our planet, and the past will be turned into nothing."

"But please don’t panic, the mother planet will exhaust its origins, smuggle 289,104 people into the cave world, and made an extraordinary template for all survivors that fully adapts to the rules of the cave world, so that those who survive will be better off. The miracle of continuing life in another world.”

"Masters, please make good use of the last gift and work hard to live. Your existence is the final basis for proving the existence of the Dome Star."

"Please keep in mind that at this moment, the Dome Star Dawn Calendar September 21, 2088, will never forget the old star."

"—Remain on behalf of the 7.5 billion martyrs who were forced to weed out"

"Martyr~?" Lin Anlan sighed softly, and the throbbing of killing an innocent person with his own hand was forcibly suppressed by him. Looking at the shaky corpse that followed him, he pointed his finger on its face. Some distorted expressions gradually became normal under the influence of super powers.

"Pity for me is the most difficult thing to own but the least valuable thing. I'm sorry, when my purpose is completed, I will let you rest in peace."

He got under the base of the transporter and snapped his fingers. The corpse transporter slowly stood up and sat on the driver's seat, and drove to the direction of an arsenal camp outside the base city of Tokyo.

—In the camp —

"The weather today is unexpectedly good!"

In a heavy industrial park in Roppongi, Kyotaro Miike, who had just completed a mechanical assembly plant, looked up at the sky. It was comparable to the arduous work of the Internet 996 before the catastrophe, but for Kyotaro Miike, he could find a sufficient salary. Work is really a blessing.

In industries like Kentaro, there will be a large number of omnipotents to cooperate with employees. Although the working hours are long and boring, relatively speaking, the work intensity is not too high, and he is already very satisfied.

After all, since the apocalypse virus APOCALYPSEVIRUS ravaged the world, all major regions of the world have fallen into turmoil.

It is really not easy to be able to find a safe place in the chaos and guarantee a livelihood.

For example, the factory where Kyotaro joined is mainly engaged in the assembly of special equipment parts. In fact, each of the subordinate factories does not need many people.

It only requires a small number of professionals who have experience in related industries, such as Kyo Taro, who is the technical director of an arsenal in Mae Hijima.

From the perspective of industry insiders such as Kentaro, the industry has long working hours per day and few monthly breaks. Even on holidays, it is impossible to shut down and sleep peacefully. The high average salary can only be said to be worthy of their labor. Even the place of work is not in the base city, but in a dangerous and desolate field, where there is no place to spend money.

But he still chose this job.

The reason is that in the troubled times, staying in such an arsenal has enough safety guarantees, and even the canteen meals you eat every day are better, much more comfortable than those in the outer circle of Roppongi in the Tokyo base city. .

After all, I am a successful person. In the era of catastrophe, I am a human being. Occasionally, I am sympathetic to the low-level people and donate 200 yen to the charity foundation. This is already a kind treatment to those low-level people who cannot provide value and can only serve as experimental products. .

Thinking of this, he subconsciously touched his hair. The original luxuriant hair has become sparser in the past few years. Due to the decline of the industrial level in the big environment caused by the catastrophe, the light pollution has also driven the history backwards, so that his hair is all Scarce a lot, a handsome guy from Tokyo University became a greasy middle-aged man, which made him particularly dissatisfied.

Fortunately, all the heavy work in the factory has passed, and the long-lost holiday has arrived.

Without busy work, Kentaro looked at the gray sky and felt that the sun was just right.

"There have been a lot of monsters attacking the arsenal recently. Fortunately, the number of Gautiers is sufficient. Otherwise, if those monsters rush into the arsenal, the problem will be big, but it doesn't matter. In a few days, the mess will be dealt with by the next one!"

A hint of worry flashed in Kentaro's eyes, but he remembered what a GHQ executive he had touted as a happy GHQ told him a few days ago, and there was a smile on his face after all.