ViperScans
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 1: Transmigration? Building the Base—————————
[Body scan in progress: 5%… 30%… 50%… 100%.]
[Ding! Scan complete. Compatibility: 100%. System binding in progress…]
[Ding! System binding successful. Congratulations, human lifeform Luo Ren, you are now the host of this system.]
[Warning: The doomsday virus will erupt in 12 hours.]
"System… Doomsday?!"
Luo Ren jolted awake, bewildered, scanning his surroundings. He found himself in an unfamiliar environment—a cramped room with minimal furnishings: a bed, a chair, a computer desk, and a cheap monitor glowing with harsh white light.
"System binding? Doomsday virus? I… transmigrated?"
Luo Ren climbed out of bed and approached a mirror. Staring back was an unfamiliar face—decently handsome but gaunt, pale, with dark circles under his eyes, clearly a victim of too many late nights.
"Hiss!" He pinched himself, the sharp pain confirming this was no dream.
Panic surged within him. He ruffled his already messy hair, muttering, "What the hell… How did I transmigrate…?"
Shock, denial, acceptance—Luo Ren cycled through these stages before reluctantly embracing his new reality.
As the saying goes, when in Rome, do as the Romans do.
Rubbing his temples, he asked, "System, what functions do you have?"
[The full name of this system is the God-Level Base System. It assists the host in constructing a doomsday base. By reaching designated population thresholds, the base can be upgraded, unlocking more weapons, equipment, and soldier types.]
"Holy crap!"
"A base system—and a god-level one at that? Hell yeah!"
Luo Ren's frustration dissipated like mist, replaced by exhilaration.
Calming his excitement, he recalled the system's earlier prompt: "The doomsday virus will erupt in 12 hours."
After his brief existential crisis, less than 12 hours remained. No time to waste—time to act.
[Ding! Base construction guidance activated. Host, please follow system instructions to establish the base promptly.]
As if reading his thoughts, the system issued a prompt. An arrow appeared before Luo Ren's eyes, guiding him.
Following the arrow, he left the rented apartment, took the elevator, and arrived at the open-air parking lot of the residential complex.
The lot had few cars but was crowded with elderly residents. Luo Ren's gaze cut through the crowd, landing on a massive steel beast parked in the lot, labeled "Mobile Base Vehicle" on its top.
"This must be the base vehicle!"
Luo Ren kept his composure, though his heart raced with excitement. Pushing through the circle of onlookers, he climbed onto the steel beast.
"Whoa, kid, this yours? That's badass!"
"Tch, what brand is this thing? I'll get my son to buy me one!"
"You, with your cane, can barely walk, and you want to drive this monster? Trying to ascend to heaven early?"
"Old Lady Hou, your mouth's too sharp! I'd have my son buy it for me to look at, not drive. Mind your business!"
"Pfft!"
"…"
Vroom—
Luo Ren ignored the chatter and started the base vehicle. The deafening roar silenced the crowd, who instinctively backed away, wary of danger.
"Hey, folks, don't wander around all day. Go home and stock up on food—the world's about to end!" Luo Ren poked his head out the window, offering a kind warning.
"What's that, kid? This is how us old folks socialize—it's not 'wandering'!"
"Kids these days, no manners."
"World's end? He's been reading too many novels or watching too many movies."
"…"
"Whatever, believe me or not, I've said my piece."
Luo Ren didn't bother arguing. If they didn't believe him, fine—when they turned into zombies, he hoped they'd still enjoy their "socializing."
With that, he drove the base vehicle away, leaving the elderly crowd in disarray.
Per the system's guidance, the priority was to find an open space to establish the base.
An hour later…
Luo Ren arrived at a suburban area. Before him lay a freshly leveled construction site, yet to be developed. Surrounding it were green hills and clear waters, with tall buildings far in the distance. When the virus hit, this place would be safer than the city.
Hands on his hips, he nodded in satisfaction. "This'll do."
[Ding! Task issued: Deploy the mobile base at the chosen location and produce 10 soldiers. Task reward: 5,000,000 points.]
"Holy crap!"
Five million points right off the bat? Luo Ren was stunned, then ecstatic. Truly a god-level system!
No time to waste—let's do this!
The base vehicle automatically moved to the center of the site.
Luo Ren hopped out, and a transparent blue screen popped up before him, displaying text.
[Environment scan in progress… Terrain flat, suitable for mobile base deployment.]
[Deploy mobile base?]
No question about it—Yes.
Rumble—
Click-clack—
Mechanical sounds filled the air as the base vehicle transformed, not unlike the Autobots in a Hollywood blockbuster, but instead of a robot, it unfolded into a steel fortress.
Soon, the transformation was complete. A transparent screen appeared again, offering options: soldier production, food production, base upgrades.
However, the base upgrade option was grayed out, inaccessible for now.
No rush on upgrades—soldiers first.
Checking the soldier production notes, one soldier cost 200 points. Not bad, but the problem was his current points: zero.
That's a bug, right? The task required building the base and producing 10 soldiers, but without points, how was he supposed to do that? Wait for the apocalypse and fight zombies himself?
No way. Alone, unarmed, and untrained, he'd be zombie chow in no time.
[Ding! The system provides 100,000 starting points. Host, please check your balance.]
The system's voice chimed in, a timely lifeline. Luo Ren's points shot from zero to 100,000, and he couldn't help but grin.
"I knew it! No way the system would give me a task and leave me hanging."
Chuckling, he chose soldier production.
"Maximum production: 20 soldiers for 4,000 points."
"Produce 20 soldiers!"
No hesitation—spending points that weren't his didn't sting.
Glancing at the blue screen, Luo Ren read, "Producing 20 soldiers will take 10 hours. That's two soldiers per hour."
Bored after sitting in the base for a bit, and with 10 hours to kill, Luo Ren had an idea. He left the base, found a shared electric scooter by the roadside—oddly placed in such a remote area—and, using his phone's map, sped toward the nearest supermarket.
The scooter's motor hummed at a blazing 15 km/h. After nearly an hour, he reached a department store.
Sure, the base could produce military rations, but variety is the spice of life. Food was half the joy of living, and it had to be top-notch. Plus, if he didn't spend his money now, it'd be useless after the virus hit.
He hired a small truck, negotiated a price with the driver, and asked him to wait outside. Then, Luo Ren stormed the supermarket, heading straight for the food section.
Chocolate? Buy it!
Beef jerky? Buy it!
Bread? Buy it!
Lao Gan Ma chili sauce? Must buy!
…
One trip later, he'd filled an entire truck with food, leaving just 200 yuan in his bank account for the truck fare. The cashier stared at him like he was insane.
Luo Ren, unbothered by the odd looks, thought, Laugh now, but when the virus hits and you're starving, I'll be the one laughing.
He urged the driver to head back to the base.
The round trip took about three hours. The truck was much faster than the scooter, reaching the construction site in just half an hour.
From the truck, Luo Ren spotted six tall soldiers standing in neat formation outside the base. Thrilled, he jumped out and circled them, inspecting closely.
"Come on, unload the goods! I've got things to do. No idea why I even came to this godforsaken place…" the driver grumbled, stepping out with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He squinted, then froze mid-sentence as he noticed the steel base. When did this weird building pop up?
His gaze shifted to the six armed soldiers, and the cigarette fell from his mouth. His legs trembled. "Oh no… criminals? Terrorists? I'm done for…"
Luo Ren clapped a hand on the driver's shoulder, startling him. Smiling, he said, "Relax, we're professionals."
The driver forced a smile, trying to seem unfazed, but his shaking legs betrayed him.
Luo Ren studied him for a moment, then ordered the six soldiers to unload the goods.
Taking the opportunity, he put a hand on the driver's shoulder again, saying seriously, "Listen, I'm dead serious. In a few hours, the doomsday virus will hit. Zombies will be everywhere, and people will get torn apart. Stay with me, and I'll keep you safe."
He stopped a soldier, squeezing the man's bicep and pointing at his gun. "Look at this gun, these muscles—total security!"
The driver, thinking Luo Ren was trying to kidnap him, dropped to his knees, trembling. "Big brother, please! I've got a 70-year-old mom and a three-year-old kid. Spare me!"
Luo Ren blinked, bewildered, waving his hands. "What? Believe me or not, just go…"
If not for the base needing population to upgrade, he wouldn't have bothered.
Once the goods were unloaded, the driver scrambled into his truck, floored it, and sped off, glancing nervously at his rearview mirror. "Too damn scary. I gotta call the cops."
Watching the truck disappear, Luo Ren shook his head. "Opportunities slip away like that. When the virus hits, we'll have plenty of people begging to join—not worried about losing you."
Despite his words, his actions told a different story.
He pulled out his phone and opened the contacts list, only to freeze. "What the hell? Not a single named contact—just 'Bicycle Repair,' 'Computer Repair'… What kind of life did this body's previous owner live? No friends, no family? Was this guy an orphan?"
Faced with this bleak reality, Luo Ren felt a poetic urge rise within him.
"Ah—alone in this world, so tragic, so tragic! Why so tragic? Hell if I know…"