King Gou of the Deep Mountains: My Fortress Is Impregnable

Chen Mo, who had been in a vegetative state for seven years, woke up before an interstellar disaster struck. The instinct of a top risk control expert allowed him to calculate the cruel truth: alien spiritual nebulae swept across the earth, large-scale alienation of living things, the collapse of the modern order overnight, and the survival rate of ordinary people was less than 5%. While others were frantically grabbing supplies and working together to survive, Chen Mo had already planned to move to Shiwanda Mountain, renovate the civil defense fortress, and stock up on massive amounts of goods to develop behind closed doors. Traps, puppets, triple plans, never get involved in games with a winning rate of less than 90%. Refugees wandering into the mountains? Calmly persuade them to retreat and collect energy along the way; A warlord is invading? Set up an ambush to kill, then continue to lie dormant afterwards; Beast tide sweeping across? Lock the fortress and wait for the storm to pass, then harvest massive resources. From being alone in the mountains to separatizing the southwest, and then entering the game of survival for all mankind, ancient interstellar ruins appear in the world, and the screening plan of prehistoric civilization behind the apocalypse is slowly unveiled. Chen Mo rubbed his pocket watch and calculated calmly: "To be on the safe side, prepare an extra layer of backup." There is no rush to save civilization, just defend my fortress first.