Global Famine: My items can be automatically upgraded.

Shelter No. 8.

Shen Bei slowly woke up from a deep coma, and the world before him gradually took shape from chaos.

He found himself in a huge transparent cylinder.

A faint golden glow flows on the surface of the shell, and the shell like liquid metal reflects the complex circuit texture.

The liquid in the cabin was clear and transparent, surrounding his scarred body, like an amber crystal suspended in the river of time.

The bulkheads are inlaid with countless micro-robotic arms and life-support tubes.

Shen Bei's head was dizzy, and he used all his strength to pull open the pipe and push open the shell.

Look up and around.

This is a medical room.

Deep, dark purple light streams down from recessed pipes in the ceiling, casting a shadow on the polished chrome worktop.

In the corner, a series of sophisticated biological monitors emitted a faint blue fluorescence, and data streams danced on their screens like stars.

The air was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant, mixed with the subtle smell of electricity emitted by advanced medical equipment.

Shen Bei staggered a few steps, slipped, and fell to the ground.

He began to examine his body.

The skin that was originally corroded by Ba Ziyang's death breath has recovered to its original state.

Even the skin becomes whiter and smoother like milkshake.

Just now.

Shen Bei heard the door open, but before he could turn around, a voice came over: "Hey! My Bei, why are you out?"

It's a cow.

At this time, he was holding a popsicle in his hand. Regardless of the coldness, he stuffed the whole thing into his mouth and helped Shen Bei up.

And took down a set of clothes from the wall on the bed.

Shen Bei looked at Niu Ben strangely.

The length of the popsicle...

Niu Niuben's throat is really deep.

"Come on, sit down and rest for a while."

Shen Bei leaned back in his chair and breathed calmly for about three minutes before gradually gaining control of his body rhythm.

Shen Bei shook his head: "It's been a few days."

"Ten days."

"We should go back."

Niu Ben was silent for a moment, then spoke with difficulty, "I think Shelter No. 8 is not bad..." Shen Bei stared at Niu Ben and asked, "Do you know how to butcher an ox?"

Niu Ben chuckled, "Do you really think I'm an uneducated fool? You're trying to say that my skills are so proficient that I can gain status here, right?"

"No." Shen Bei narrowed his eyes and explained, "Butchering an ox is not about practice makes perfect, but about following the flow."

Niu Ben was stunned for a moment.

"And I am your 'power', understand?"

Niu Ben smacked his lips and was silent for a moment, naturally understanding what Shen Bei meant.

But he said instead, "But you have a sister here."

Shen Bei lowered his eyes.

Back then, he and Ba Ziyang exchanged injuries and fought to the death.

Or maybe Shen Bei underestimated Ba Ziyang's vitality after his transformation.

At that time, Shen Bei was extremely calm about death.

It was as if this time travel was just a short dream.

Just a passerby.

And at the last moment, when Ba Ziyang stomped on his head and blew it apart.

Shen Nan descended from the sky, carrying a blinding light. It was unknown what special power he used, but he killed Ba Ziyang with one move.

The original owner's memory of Shen Nan's appearance was already extremely vague.

And just as Shen Nan reached out his hand and pulled Shen Bei up, a crazy surge of memories pierced Shen Bei's mind.

But there's something strange about the memory.

They have the same parents, I don't know.

We also know where they come from.

These memories are completely absent.

What can be seen is that it started from the original owner's mining.

The original owner relied on her meager income to support her younger sister.

If there were no resources in the place where Titans appeared, the original owner could only pick some fruits to satisfy his hunger.

Sometimes we can’t even get clean water to drink.

The lips are cracked and the skin is dry.

Even so, the original owner was still full of infinite motivation.

And the motivation comes from his sister Shen Nan who loves to laugh.

The most heartwarming scene was when the two of them sat on the edge of the RV, watching the sunset.

The setting sun, like a shattered disk of molten gold, hung on the edge of the rusted skyline, casting its final rays. The sky, like a yellowed, old photograph, was mottled and variegated.

They sat side by side, wearing tattered and colorful cloaks, their faces coated with a warm golden edge in the sunset.

The little boy was holding a sharpened short knife in his hand, cutting the first strips of meat he had obtained in a month.

The little girl was holding a patched doll, giggling as she ate the hard-earned food, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and longing for the unknown world.

They gazed at the setting sun together, letting the evening breeze brush across their tender cheeks, carrying away the dust.

At that moment, the soft light of the setting sun seemed to embrace them gently, stretching their shadows.

At that time, it was the original owner who was holding little Shen Nan.

And now, it was Shen Nan who reached out and pulled Shen Bei.

The two met again.

The dialogue is also very concise.

"elder brother."

"Ah."

One word per person.

The wind was very light at that time, and I was afraid that it would blow away a syllable and make the other person unable to hear it.

Needless to say, after more than ten years of separation, we met again unexpectedly. One word is enough.

Then Shen Bei said a few more words, mentioned Niu Ben, and fainted.

……

At this moment, Shen Bei shook his head and said calmly: "I don't belong here, and neither do you."

"We can join in."

Niu Ben counted on his fingers, tempting Shen Bei: "You may not know what Shelter No. 8 is. Let me explain it to you."

"The world of escape, the home of the top-tier Spider Queen!"

"Look at the medical equipment here. It's clearly an era ahead of other shelters!"

“I’m afraid only the shelter of the Church of Almighty God can compare to it.”

"Also, from what I understand, your sister holds a high position in Shelter No. 8 and seems to have a close relationship with the Spider Queen."

Shen Bei rolled his eyes.

Can it be any lower?

At that time, the Spider Queen got off the car herself, squatted in front of little Shen Nan, and took her away hand in hand.

Shen Bei looked directly at Niu Ben and asked a crucial question: "What can you do in Shelter No. 8? You Wuchang may be impressed by your abilities, but the Spider Queen may not be."

"Don't you understand the principle of being the head of a chicken rather than the tail of a phoenix?"

Niu Ben gritted his teeth at Shen Bei's words, his cheeks twitching. "Actually, I have something else on my hands. It's something even more powerful than the Second Awakening Potion. If I take it out, the Spider Queen will have to meet me in person. This thing is—"

Teng sound.

Shen Bei suddenly lunged forward, grabbed Niu Ben's mouth, and growled softly, "Didn't I tell you not to expose your abilities so easily? What kind of place is this? What if there's a monitoring device?"

Niu Ben's pupils shrank, but he said nonchalantly, "I just relied on my own abilities to stay here, so what?"

Shen Bei stared at this idiot who didn't understand the ways of the world and the dangers of the wilderness.

"Are your things really yours? Are your abilities your own?"

Shen Bei sat down again: "No matter where you are, your life is not your own!"

Niu Ben was speechless and stunned.

There was silence for a while.

Niu Ben sucked on his popsicle: "Why don't you stay here? Don't you want to be with your sister?"

Shen Bei took a deep breath: "She doesn't need me to worry about her."

A simple sentence.

Niu Ben seemed to sense that complex and helpless emotion.

It's like an emotion that can't be cut or chopped, and it's a tangled mess that can't be described or seen directly.

Too complicated.

Niu Ben couldn't understand.

Shen Bei stood up and walked outside: "Get ready, let's go to where we should go."

……

Shen Bei walked out of the medical room.

There is a long corridor in front of me.

The ceiling is LED light, emitting soft light.

The power supply alone is enough to show that Shelter No. 8's resources are many times stronger than Shelter No. 36.

At the same time, various medical staff in white coats walked around.

After seeing Shen Bei, he just nodded slightly without asking too many questions.

Shen Bei walked out.

This is the second floor of the shelter.

At first glance, the houses here are tall, big and beautiful.

The appearance is coordinated and unified.

But Shen Bei always has a sense of monotony.

Cold and rigid style.

Although it looks more beautiful.

But it is far less worldly than the various architectural styles of Shelter 36.

There were no drunks making any noise, and the silence was uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, the second floor functions similarly to other shelters.

Various crops are planted on vast tracts of land, which are green and growing well.

Shen Bei continued to move forward against the hot wind.

You are not allowed to wander around here.

Of course, it doesn't refer to restricted areas.

But the road.

There are crosswalks on the road.

Follow the specific arrows.

Two people in a row, three people in a file.

Do not cross or take shortcuts unless you reach the turning point with the arrow.

The main focus is order and self-discipline.

Shen Bei followed behind the two of them.

Not long after, a strange building appeared in sight.

It looks like a Ferris wheel, but it is not round, but in the shape of a spider web.

It should be connected using modules, with various rooms, offices, etc. inside.

Shen Bei didn't have to think too much, it must be the Spider Queen's permanent residence.

Soon, Shen Bei arrived at the supply warehouse.

Follow the rules of each shelter.

Outsiders must remove all weapons and deposit them in the supply warehouse to be taken away when leaving.

When Shen Bei woke up, his armor, weapons, and backpack were all gone.

It is naturally stored here.

Shelter No. 8 divides each department into very detailed sections.

If it is placed in Shelter No. 36, you have to contact the logistics department.

Shen Bei walked in, announced everything, and took back his belongings.

A pile of tatters.

All the armors have been scrapped, like the last scrapped robot in the final battle.

It is full of scars, potholes, and curled edges, giving it the look of an old cow in its twilight years.

A staff member on the side kindly asked: "Do you need to clean up the garbage?"

Shen Bei naturally understood what he meant.

Apart from the guns, the armor was just a pile of scrap metal.

The best destination is to be thrown into the furnace, melted into iron blocks again, and made into screws or something.

Shen Bei carried the gun on his back, hugged the armor and said with a smile: "No need, I'll take it home."

The staff looked at Shen Bei's receding back and was in a daze for a moment.

Come back home?

Going home with scrap metal?

Is this person sick?

I actually develop anthropomorphic feelings towards scrap metal.

Freak!