In the frozen apocalypse, he was tricked and persecuted to death by a scheming female colleague. After rebirth, he returned to a month before the freezing. He awakened the dual powers of space and time, and began to secretly stockpile goods and build a shelter. He grew up and became stronger in the apocalypse step by step. He gathered a group of talented friends in various fields, including playful lolita, intellectual ladies and shady girls. Survive in the apocalypse together, explore the truth of the world, and find a new future. .
In a post-apocalyptic world, in an environment full of chaos and danger, the protagonist uses tower defense strategies to build and upgrade his own defense system🔥🔥🔥. The novel describes in detail how the protagonist designs and arranges defense towers in the wasteland to resist various mutant creatures and apocalyptic threats🌱🌱🌱. Through strategic layout and continuous defense tower upgrades, the protagonist gradually builds a strong defense line🍁🍁🍁.
Her entire face had turned purple due to lack of oxygen, and the whites of her eyes were turning outwards. She was about to die. The desire to survive made Lu Xiumei struggle violently. Her hands touched Su Yun's hand on her neck, and she tried to break it open, but Su Yun's strength was surprisingly strong.
Five-star recommendation, invincible flow and cool writing, no Holy Mother, unlimited troop explosions, and the shelter can be continuously upgraded, and the country can be established directly in the mid-term
There are no supernatural powers in this book. There is no system. There is no golden finger falling from the sky. Some are just a group of ordinary people - an engineer, a female reporter, an old welder, a veteran and a health worker - who decided to build a wall by themselves on the 30th day after the collapse of the old world. But to understand why this wall is important, we must first explain how the old world died. A meteorite exploded high in low Earth orbit. It didn't hit the Earth. It simply explodes, releasing something that scientists have named "pheromone"**. This thing is not a virus. It is harmless in itself. It does only one thing - rewrite the expression sequence of every virus on the planet. The varicella zoster virus in your body was originally quietly lurking in your ganglia. After the pheromone passes through, it becomes something else. The Mycobacterium tuberculosis bacteria in your lungs, the Epstein-Barr virus in your blood, those pathogens you thought were gone forever after you had them as a child—all are being reactivated, re-edited, re-weaponized. Within three days, the first infected people appeared. It doesn't mutate after being bitten. It is the symbiotic relationship within the body that is torn apart overnight. On the seventh day, 60% of the world's population completed the transformation. They are not zombies. They were alive, with aggressive instincts, insensible to pain, and still had a shred of memory of the old world—another species. The army collapsed within 72 hours. It's not because of insufficient firepower. It's because the most trusted comrade in the military camp will sit by your bed when you fall asleep and look at you with an expression you still recognize... Then pounce. Civilization reaches zero in 30 days. Under this gray sky, Junyi - a structural engineer who had worked in the workshop for half his life - took four survivors on the road. He has no powers. He doesn't have any system panel telling him "Kill +1 experience point". The only things he owned were a torn copy of "Fundamentals of Engineering Mechanics" and a vernier caliper. They found an abandoned service building. The service area is surrounded by water on three sides and backed by cliffs. The only advantage before the end was that it was "close to a highway intersection." The only advantage of being in the post-apocalyptic world is—Jun Yi said, it can be defended here. The first wall was only 3 meters high and made of scrap steel frames and prefabricated panels. It couldn't even stop the running corpses. But something is better than nothing. Later the wall grew to 10 meters. Later it was 30 meters. Later, it was 60 meters - six levels of compartments, seventeen gates, fire escapes, ejection cabins, rat-nail tunnels, and a self-sufficient fortress rose from the ground. Every centimeter of the wall was purchased with blood and welding rods. But the monsters evolve too. In the first year, enemies are just necromorphs that bite. The next year, giant war beasts covered in bone armor appeared - ordinary bullets hitting them were like hitting granite. In the third year, the Crying Lord appeared - four to five meters tall, capable of emitting low-frequency sound waves to control the movements of thousands of corpses, and able to predict the impact point of the projectile thirty seconds before it was ejected from the chamber and order the dispersal. In the fifth year, living plants grew out of the gray curtain - the Philodendron began to transform the terrain, turning the land into a breathing, sentient, living ecology that was hostile to humans. In the seventh year, the sky was torn apart. The Wing Wings - the Mist Swallower with a wingspan of twelve meters, the silently gliding Saccharomyces, and the aerial overlord known as the Fog Banshee - they make the 60-meter-high wall a joke. Every victory was just a prelude to the next, more brutal war. Someone asked Junyi: Why do you, a person who draws blueprints, fight against God? Junyi did not answer this question. He just did a few "things that people who draw blueprints would do" in the city that had been besieged for ten years: He used the remains of an old cannon shell to make a simple siege cannon. On the night when the zombie wave came, he accurately calculated which section of the wall should be blown up - the collapsed wall killed more than 400 bone-armored beasts. After the city wall was torn apart by the Yiyi system, he led the entire city underground. Dig from scratch. A tunnel. An underground fortification. An underground transportation system called **"Diya Net"**. If you can't hold it above ground, go underground. Can't we keep it underground? Then dig down another layer. Human talent has never been powerful - it is to be able to come up with a second plan after being sentenced to death. This is not a heroic story. Junyi never thought that he was the savior. The most skillful thing he did in his life was to squat in the ruins, use a vernier caliper to measure the remaining effective load-bearing capacity of a steel beam, and then raise his head and say: "One more layer can be added." This is the story of a species on the verge of extinction, using concrete, welding rods, rat-nail tunnels and hand-loaded bullets to buy itself a forty-year probation period. The book contains the chaos and chaos that erupted at the end of the world - looting, car accidents, passenger plane crashes, and the final death broadcast from the military radio station. The book contains heroic stories of mortals fighting against gods—someone tied themselves to an anti-aircraft gun mount and fired out the last ammunition, some went down to the depths of a plague well and closed the valve and never came back, some exchanged their lives for the collapse of a wall. The book also contains the long winter in the ruins, the silence when the gray curtain lingers all night, and the moment when seeds sprout again in the mutated soil.
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