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Doomsday Base: Starting with Five Million Points
[Original — A Little White Snake]
[Other Novel by author — Apocalypse Descent: Farming with My Harem]
[TL — Dekor]
[PR — Spades]
Chapter 2: Apocalypse Erupts, Zombie Crisis—————————
"Hello, Old Liu's Farmhouse Stir-Fry, what would you like to order?"
Luo Ren held the phone, hearing the voice on the other end, and quickly said, "Hello, it's like this…"
"Oh, by the way, just a heads-up, takeout now has an extra one-yuan container fee."
Luo Ren was surprised. "Huh? I'm not ordering through a takeout platform, why's there a container fee?"
"Come on, boss, prices are so high these days. Platforms charge two yuan, we only charge one—pretty fair, right?"
"Fair? That's how you do business…" Luo Ren was about to argue, but a thought struck him. He wasn't calling to order takeout. He stopped himself and got to the point. "Look, I'm not ordering takeout…"
"Not ordering takeout? Then why are you calling, wasting my time? Nutcase!"
Beep beep beep…
Luo Ren's mouth hung open for a moment before he swallowed the words he'd been about to say. Muttering under his breath, he grumbled, "What kind of attitude is that? Whatever, I don't care!"
[Ding! Task completed. Reward: 5,000,000 points.]
[Ding! 5,000,000 points credited to your account!]
"Holy crap, that sound scared me. Thought it was an order notification."
Luo Ren instinctively pulled out his phone, its cracked screen dark, no notification light blinking. Then it hit him—it was the system's voice.
He summoned the blue screen, seeing his point balance had skyrocketed to 5,096,000. A surge of excitement hit him. What else was there to say? Time to get to work!
Task completed, points received—that meant the ten soldiers had been produced.
Looking toward the mobile base's entrance, he saw ten burly soldiers standing in a neat line, each holding what looked like an AK-47, though slightly different, their chests puffed out proudly.
Luo Ren stood and approached the first soldier. "What's your name?"
"Reporting, sir! I am Number 001!" the soldier stepped forward, bellowing with vigor.
"Number 001?" Luo Ren dug at his ear. The shout was so loud it hurt his eardrum.
He moved to the second soldier, sizing him up. "Then you must be Number 002?"
"Yes, sir!"
Another ear-splitting shout, this time buzzing his other ear like a fly hovering on each side. It was downright uncomfortable.
"Never learn, do I…"
Rubbing his ears, he stepped back and looked at the other eight. "No need for introductions, I get it—003, 004, and so on, right? That won't do. You're my first batch of soldiers. Let's give you proper names."
He stroked his chin, thinking hard for a while, then pointed at 001 and 002. "You two will be Luo Shan and Luo Hai."
Turning to 003 and 004, he pondered even longer before speaking. "You're Luo Ji, and you're Luo Li."
Scanning the remaining six, Luo Ren scratched his head, racking his brain for half an hour before giving up.
"Naming is too hard. Fine, you're Luo Wu, Luo Liu, Luo Qi, and so on."
"Yes, sir!"
"Hm." Luo Ren looked at his soldiers with satisfaction. Who'd have thought he'd one day be called "sir"?
…
Time ticked by. Under Luo Ren's command, the ten soldiers built a simple defensive perimeter around the mobile base.
By now, the soldier count had increased to twenty, doubling Luo Ren's sense of security.
"Luo Shan, how many bullets do you each have?" Luo Ren asked.
"Reporting, sir! Standard loadout is 30 rounds per magazine, with each soldier carrying three magazines," Luo Shan replied.
"akonThree magazines? That's only 90 rounds." Luo Ren shook his head. "Not enough. My soldiers can't be so short on ammo. Base, produce more!"
With five million points, he felt like a tycoon. Batch after batch of bullets was produced until the base's storage was overflowing.
"A level-0 base is pathetic. Only 20 soldiers max, and it can only produce bullets, not even grenades. Gotta find a way to boost population and upgrade the base fast."
Luo Ren lounged in a chair, watching the sunset fade into night.
…
"Ah!"
A piercing scream shattered the night's silence.
The bustling city plunged into chaos. People suddenly went mad, biting anyone in sight. Cries and groans filled the air.
Even in the suburbs, the desperate screams carried, sharp and penetrating. Luo Ren heard them clearly.
He leapt from his chair, ordering his twenty soldiers to prepare defenses. "Small groups of zombies, use knives. Large groups, open fire."
Day and night cycled. Three days passed in a flash.
That night, the moon and stars shone brightly. Luo Ren stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the moon like a poet, wondering why no survivors or zombies had appeared. Then, he heard it.
"Ah! The army! We're saved!"
Looking toward the sound, he saw twenty to thirty people sprinting toward the base under the moonlight, pursued by a dozen figures.
It was urgent. Luo Ren shouted, "Luo Shan, Luo Hai, Luo Ji, Luo Li… Knives out, charge!"
"Kill!"
At his command, the twenty soldiers drew gleaming knives and fearlessly charged forward.
Luo Shan, Luo Hai, and the others were professional soldiers. Handling two or three mindless zombies each was no issue. Under Luo Ren's watch, they dispatched the dozen zombies in moments.
[Ding! Killed ordinary zombie. Reward: 10,000 points.]
[Ding! Killed ordinary zombie. Reward: 10,000 points.]
[Ding! Killed ordinary zombie. Reward: 10,000 points.]
[Ding! Killed ordinary zombie. Reward: 10,000 points.]
…
"Damn, that's awesome! Ten thousand points per zombie!"
[The system has plenty of points. Just keep at it, host!]
"Awesome!"
"Who's in charge here?"
Amid his excitement, a shrill, grating voice caught his attention.
The zombies were dead, and the survivors had reached the base. While most rejoiced at their survival, a plump, aristocratic-looking woman stepped forward, pointing at the soldiers and berating them.
"What's wrong with you soldiers? Something like this happens, and you don't handle it? Eating and drinking well on taxpayer money—don't you feel ashamed? A bunch of parasites!"
Her voice was piercing, her words venomous.
"Exactly! We pay to support you, and you don't care about our safety. When disaster strikes, you just hide. No sense of responsibility!"
Others chimed in agreement.
Luo Ren stepped forward, blocking the woman, his eyes blazing with anger. "I'm the commander here. You'd better take back what you said."
The woman planted her hands on her hips, her face twisted in a shrewish scowl, pointing at Luo Ren's nose. "Oh, can't handle the truth? I said it—parasites!"
Her attitude disgusted him. At a time like this, acting superior? Who could stand that?
Wiping her spit from his face, Luo Ren sneered, blew hot air on his palm, and slapped her hard.
*Slap!*
The crisp sound echoed in the night. The woman was stunned.
Luo Ren turned to the others. "Deserves it!"
"Who's on the front lines during disasters? Soldiers!"
"Who faces the enemy first? Soldiers!"
"This is my private army. I have no obligation to save you, got it?"
"If you want the base's protection, follow its rules!"
Silence fell. No one dared speak. They realized this young man wasn't to be trifled with.
They also saw the truth: the world was collapsing, overrun by monsters like movie zombies. Society had reverted to survival of the fittest.
But the slapped woman hadn't learned her lesson. "You dare hit me? Do you know who my son is? Who my husband is?"
Her piercing shriek drew nearby zombies.
Luo Ren snapped, "Screaming like that? Are you trying to die?!"
Unfazed, she continued her shrill tirade.
"I'll kill—"
Before he could finish, dozens of figures charged toward the base. Cursing, Luo Ren kicked her aside. "Damn it! Deal with you later! Load bullets, fight!"
Nearly a hundred zombies approached—too many for knives. They had to shoot.
At Luo Ren's command, the base erupted in gunfire, flashes lighting the night.
Zombies felt no pain, no fear, no fatigue—only a ravenous hunger for flesh, far tougher than humans. In the dark, aiming was hard. Only head or heart shots killed them, draining nearly three magazines per soldier to take down the hundred.
But that was just the start.
The gunfire drew more zombies.
This was why Luo Ren avoided guns initially.
Wave after wave came, and they fought desperately. Thankfully, they'd stockpiled ammo.
The twenty-plus survivors trembled in fear, some screaming uncontrollably. But seeing Luo Ren and his soldiers fight, the braver ones overcame their fear, volunteering to pass ammo to the soldiers.
---
Volume 1, Chapter 2: Apocalypse Erupts, Zombie Crisis
"Hello, Old Liu's Farmhouse Stir-Fry, what would you like to order?"
Luo Ren held the phone, hearing the voice on the other end, and quickly said, "Hello, it's like this…"
"Oh, by the way, just a heads-up, takeout now has an extra one-yuan container fee."
Luo Ren was surprised. "Huh? I'm not ordering through a takeout platform, why's there a container fee?"
"Come on, boss, prices are so high these days. Platforms charge two yuan, we only charge one—pretty fair, right?"
"Fair? That's how you do business…" Luo Ren was about to argue, but a thought struck him. He wasn't calling to order takeout. He stopped himself and got to the point. "Look, I'm not ordering takeout…"
"Not ordering takeout? Then why are you calling, wasting my time? Nutcase!"
Beep beep beep…
Luo Ren's mouth hung open for a moment before he swallowed the words he'd been about to say. Muttering under his breath, he grumbled, "What kind of attitude is that? Whatever, I don't care!"
[Ding! Task completed. Reward: 5,000,000 points.]
[Ding! 5,000,000 points credited to your account!]
"Holy crap, that sound scared me. Thought it was an order notification."
Luo Ren instinctively pulled out his phone, its cracked screen dark, no notification light blinking. Then it hit him—it was the system's voice.
He summoned the blue screen, seeing his point balance had skyrocketed to 5,096,000. A surge of excitement hit him. What else was there to say? Time to get to work!
Task completed, points received—that meant the ten soldiers had been produced.
Looking toward the mobile base's entrance, he saw ten burly soldiers standing in a neat line, each holding what looked like an AK-47, though slightly different, their chests puffed out proudly.
Luo Ren stood and approached the first soldier. "What's your name?"
"Reporting, sir! I am Number 001!" the soldier stepped forward, bellowing with vigor.
"Number 001?" Luo Ren dug at his ear. The shout was so loud it hurt his eardrum.
He moved to the second soldier, sizing him up. "Then you must be Number 002?"
"Yes, sir!"
Another ear-splitting shout, this time buzzing his other ear like a fly hovering on each side. It was downright uncomfortable.
"Never learn, do I…"
Rubbing his ears, he stepped back and looked at the other eight. "No need for introductions, I get it—003, 004, and so on, right? That won't do. You're my first batch of soldiers. Let's give you proper names."
He stroked his chin, thinking hard for a while, then pointed at 001 and 002. "You two will be Luo Shan and Luo Hai."
Turning to 003 and 004, he pondered even longer before speaking. "You're Luo Ji, and you're Luo Li."
Scanning the remaining six, Luo Ren scratched his head, racking his brain for half an hour before giving up.
"Naming is too hard. Fine, you're Luo Wu, Luo Liu, Luo Qi, and so on."
"Yes, sir!"
"Hm." Luo Ren looked at his soldiers with satisfaction. Who'd have thought he'd one day be called "sir"?
…
Time ticked by. Under Luo Ren's command, the ten soldiers built a simple defensive perimeter around the mobile base.
By now, the soldier count had increased to twenty, doubling Luo Ren's sense of security.
"Luo Shan, how many bullets do you each have?" Luo Ren asked.
"Reporting, sir! Standard loadout is 30 rounds per magazine, with each soldier carrying three magazines," Luo Shan replied.
"Three magazines? That's only 90 rounds." Luo Ren shook his head. "Not enough. My soldiers can't be so short on ammo. Base, produce more!"
With five million points, he felt like a tycoon. Batch after batch of bullets was produced until the base's storage was overflowing.
"A level-0 base is pathetic. Only 20 soldiers max, and it can only produce bullets, not even grenades. Gotta find a way to boost population and upgrade the base fast."
Luo Ren lounged in a chair, watching the sunset fade into night.
…
"Ah!"
A piercing scream shattered the night's silence.
The bustling city plunged into chaos. People suddenly went mad, biting anyone in sight. Cries and groans filled the air.
Even in the suburbs, the desperate screams carried, sharp and penetrating. Luo Ren heard them clearly.
He leapt from his chair, ordering his twenty soldiers to prepare defenses. "Small groups of zombies, use knives. Large groups, open fire."
Day and night cycled. Three days passed in a flash.
That night, the moon and stars shone brightly. Luo Ren stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the moon like a poet, wondering why no survivors or zombies had appeared. Then, he heard it.
"Ah! The army! We're saved!"
Looking toward the sound, he saw twenty to thirty people sprinting toward the base under the moonlight, pursued by a dozen figures.
It was urgent. Luo Ren shouted, "Luo Shan, Luo Hai, Luo Ji, Luo Li… Knives out, charge!"
"Kill!"
At his command, the twenty soldiers drew gleaming knives and fearlessly charged forward.
Luo Shan, Luo Hai, and the others were professional soldiers. Handling two or three mindless zombies each was no issue. Under Luo Ren's watch, they dispatched the dozen zombies in moments.
[Ding! Killed ordinary zombie. Reward: 10,000 points.]
[Ding! Killed ordinary zombie. Reward: 10,000 points.]
[Ding! Killed ordinary zombie. Reward: 10,000 points.]
[Ding! Killed ordinary zombie. Reward: 10,000 points.]
…
"Damn, that's awesome! Ten thousand points per zombie!"
[The system has plenty of points. Just keep at it, host!]
"Awesome!"
"Who's in charge here?"
Amid his excitement, a shrill, grating voice caught his attention.
The zombies were dead, and the survivors had reached the base. While most rejoiced at their survival, a plump, aristocratic-looking woman stepped forward, pointing at the soldiers and berating them.
"What's wrong with you soldiers? Something like this happens, and you don't handle it? Eating and drinking well on taxpayer money—don't you feel ashamed? A bunch of parasites!"
Her voice was piercing, her words venomous.
"Exactly! We pay to support you, and you don't care about our safety. When disaster strikes, you just hide. No sense of responsibility!"
Others chimed in agreement.
Luo Ren stepped forward, blocking the woman, his eyes blazing with anger. "I'm the commander here. You'd better take back what you said."
The woman planted her hands on her hips, her face twisted in a shrewish scowl, pointing at Luo Ren's nose. "Oh, can't handle the truth? I said it—parasites!"
Her attitude disgusted him. At a time like this, acting superior? Who could stand that?
Wiping her spit from his face, Luo Ren sneered, blew hot air on his palm, and slapped her hard.
Slap!
The crisp sound echoed in the night. The woman was stunned.
Luo Ren turned to the others. "Deserves it!"
"Who's on the front lines during disasters? Soldiers!"
"Who faces the enemy first? Soldiers!"
"This is my private army. I have no obligation to save you, got it?"
"If you want the base's protection, follow its rules!"
Silence fell. No one dared speak. They realized this young man wasn't to be trifled with.
They also saw the truth: the world was collapsing, overrun by monsters like movie zombies. Society had reverted to survival of the fittest.
But the slapped woman hadn't learned her lesson. "You dare hit me? Do you know who my son is? Who my husband is?"
Her piercing shriek drew nearby zombies.
Luo Ren snapped, "Screaming like that? Are you trying to die?!"
Unfazed, she continued her shrill tirade.
"I'll kill—"
Before he could finish, dozens of figures charged toward the base. Cursing, Luo Ren kicked her aside. "Damn it! Deal with you later! Load bullets, fight!"
Nearly a hundred zombies approached—too many for knives. They had to shoot.
At Luo Ren's command, the base erupted in gunfire, flashes lighting the night.
Zombies felt no pain, no fear, no fatigue—only a ravenous hunger for flesh, far tougher than humans. In the dark, aiming was hard. Only head or heart shots killed them, draining nearly three magazines per soldier to take down the hundred.
But that was just the start.
The gunfire drew more zombies.
This was why Luo Ren avoided guns initially.
Wave after wave came, and they fought desperately. Thankfully, they'd stockpiled ammo.
The twenty-plus survivors trembled in fear, some screaming uncontrollably. But seeing Luo Ren and his soldiers fight, the braver ones overcame their fear, volunteering to pass ammo to the soldiers.