CHAPTER 503: CHAPTER 378: INCOMPREHENSIBLE DIARY CONTENT, IMPOSSIBLE PERSON_3

This old guy came here without anything!

We lost a valuable member and ended up with an old geezer? What a bad deal.

I have to find a reason to kick this old guy out later.

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[Doomsday Calendar · Day Fifty-Nine]

[Oil can only be extracted manually. Initially, we could gather together and collect it, selling the crude oil to those who wanted it, although they didn’t know what for, in exchange for a large amount of food, water, and some tools.

I’ve lost track of how many disasters we’ve been through, but the total population has dropped to less than thirty million. I don’t know if that’s fast or slow, but I think humanity is quite resilient.

Our Shelter is located about two kilometers away from the oil field, and we’ve chosen to build it underground rather than above ground.

Above ground isn’t safe, and buildings wouldn’t likely survive the upcoming hurricane disasters.

The underground Shelter is currently two stories. We felt the entrance shouldn’t follow the system’s design, so we made it like a submarine, with a vertical shaft like a well being the safest.

This was all Xiaomin’s idea, I simply followed her lead.

Our child seems to be slowly growing up.

We then built a slightly longer passageway, so in case enemies came, we could retreat indoors. The main Shelter was made of an alloy, as for the rest...

This was also Xiaomin’s idea, I simply followed her lead.

By the way, old Sun went out and we don’t know where he went, dead maybe?

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[Doomsday Calendar · Day Eighty-Three]

[The thirty of us took down a giant monster together. It was as tall as two or three stories, like a dinosaur from a picture book. This thing was only released in the system’s recent update, and we had to go through a lot to lure it into a swamp in order to kill it. If not for that, it would have been impossible to take it down.

In the end, the monster didn’t drop a treasure chest; the system informed me I got one, and it said it was made of Platinum. We really pulled out something great from it.

Moreover, we got a platform that can both extract and refine crude oil!

After installing it, we not only got gasoline and diesel, but also some other things we didn’t know how to use. Xiaomin said they could be useful, so we stored them.

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[Doomsday Calendar · Day One Hundred Forty-Two]

[Disasters? Such things are non-existent in this Shelter.

All kinds of disasters can only retreat with regret in this absolutely safe Shelter.

All thanks to Xiaomin.

The world population is down to just over twenty million, is it too few?

People come and go in the Shelter, but now, the forty-two left are extremely strong companions.

Recently, we found thousands of books in an abandoned Shelter. I don’t know how the previous owner got them, but I thought they were useful, so we opened another underground level and made it into a library. It’s quite nice.

By the way, we also killed another giant monster, and from its Platinum Treasure Chest, we recovered several kilograms of nitrocellulose! Cricket said it could replace black gunpowder and is even more powerful.

Xiaomin said she’d store it in a space where it wouldn’t easily explode, supposedly lasting for decades without deteriorating.

Is that even true?

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[Doomsday Calendar · Day Three Hundred Two]

[Xiaomin is about to give birth, premature, but luckily Claire knows how to deliver, and the child was born safely.

But the child’s skin is black.

I killed Cricket, he was the only one among us with black skin.

Die! Die! Damn it, all of them die!

Xiaomin confessed, she got involved with Cricket, and everyone else knew. Everyone considers Xiaomin the leader here, not me!

Am I a clown? Turns out I am a clown!

All of you, die!

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[Doomsday Calendar · Day Three Hundred Sixty-Nine]

[Two months later, I returned here again; the air reeked of decay. I just took a glance and realized I am the only one left in the world.

The system didn’t reward me, the only survivor, with anything.

I wandered around like a lost soul for a long time and finally returned to this heart-broken place.

Living doesn’t seem to hold any meaning anymore.

Perhaps, it’s time for me to leave as well.

Writing down these entries, I find myself too amusing, too ridiculous.

Hahaha, everyone’s dead, they’re all dead, hahaha!