I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

The fracture dozens of meters in length located in the center of the military base was like a giant crater that appeared out of nowhere. Under the crater, 500 meters down, was the underground bunker designed by the Rothschild Group.

There wasn’t a sign of life in the underground bunker. It was completely covered by a suspicious blood-red flesh bubble, exuding an awful stench. Suppressing nausea, upon closer examination, there was dense, sesame-sized pus covering the surface of the meat bubble.

Whenever the pus ruptured, spore gas was released. With the countless flesh bubbles, countless spores were born every moment. They drifted through the entrance to the surface, and contributed to the expansion of the nest.

In the center of the underground research institute, there was a giant flesh pile that acted as the root. As the core of the nest, it was both the heart and the “central processing unit” of the nest. The tentacles that spread from top to bottom acted as the cable lines connecting the host and the subunits.

In its abdomen, there was a coffin carved out of a resin material, or, more appropriately, a “culture chamber.” Unlike the flesh-colored nest, this lacquered black cabin looked reinforced. Through the translucent film with palm-sized thickness, it was possible to see a person lying inside.

His eyes were open and he gazed at a number on the semi-permeable membrane.

[14731]

Four thousand of them were refugee recruits he brought underground, and more than three thousand of them included researchers and his own guards. The other seven thousand came from the conflict between the mercenaries and refugees in the military base. Then the British also contributed about six or seven hundred people to him.

Each person contributed two units of organic matter, and he already consumed half of the organic matter to fortify the nest and hatching mutants.

“Not enough.”

Carmen, inside in the culture chamber, shook his head and began to reflect on whether he went overboard with showing off.

If he didn’t kill them all at once, perhaps he could give the British the illusion of winning, thus they would send more people to provide him with organic matter.

However, now the British were more cautious.

Other than constantly shelling this area, no one entered the area.

Upgrading the nest required 500,000 units of organic matter.

There were two sources to obtain organic matter—one was primitive photosynthesis and just required waiting. The other was also one of the quickest, simplest and most primitive methods, which was to eat constantly. It was growing by phagocytizing creatures and digesting their flesh and bodies.

Carmen, of course, favored the latter. If organic matter was to be obtained by photosynthesis, it would take a few centuries for the nest to cover the entire world. But if he constantly devoured, he could complete the transformation in just a few days.

With that thought in mind, Carmen looked aggrieved.

The reason why he chose this location for the nest was because the refugee camp next to the military base had more than 500,000 refugees. If he swallowed the refugee camp and swallowed the town of Paltak, he would’ve completed the first stage evolution!

The second-stage nest required an astounding amount of energy. Not only would the mutants’ hunting range be expanded to 100 kilometers, but he would also unlock new “forces.”

For example, a monster named Roshan that could withstand tank shells with its fat.

However, because of Jiang Chen, his plans all faltered.

His teeth gnashed together and he made an unbearable grinding sound with the thought in his mind.

Spores acted as his eyes and ears, and he could clearly sense everything that happened in the spore-covered area. He was positive that that night, he “saw” Jiang Chen at the military base, but it was a pity that he couldn’t keep Jiang Chen there forever.

[Reminder, the host is still far away from the organic matter reserves of 500,000. It is recommended to upgrade forces in the initial stage.]

A thought entered his mind, which was a suggestion from the nest.

There was no need to vocalize words; there was no barrier to language or expression. Communication was directly through consciousness and Carmen thought this was most convenient. It was one of the reasons why he sought biological civilization through the Golden Apple.

Upgrade forces? What you said makes sense. Carmen replied. He closed his eyes, and connected his consciousness with the control center of the nest.

A row of simplified upgrade lists emerged in front of him, and after careful screening, he distributed 5,000 organic matter to upgrade the wings of the “Blade Warrior”.

The name Blade Warrior was given to the mutants that resembled mantises. The upgraded Blade Warrior possessed longer and more powerful wings. They not only aided Blade Warrior’s ability to bounce but allowed it to fly for short distances.

As Carmen distributed the organic matter, a slurry flowed along the pipeline to the pile of larva in front of the nest. After the input of organic matter, the larva began to mutate, and the new “Blade Warriors” broke out from the larva.

The larva was the hatching medium for mutants, and for him, it was similar to a “barrack”.

Just then, there was a violent tremor from the ceiling.

Carmen sneered as he looked above.

The soil above the bunker was reinforced by the nest. The roots of fibers woven into the soil created a layer of “body armor” 500 meters thick, which was comparable to reinforced concrete. The British army threw hundreds of shells on top of his head and only blow up the very top layer.

The reason why space-based weapons blew up the entrance was simply that the nest had just formed, and he didn’t have time to reinforce the entrance…

Suddenly, his expression changed, and at the same time, the consciousness of the nest entered his mind.

[Warning, the protective layer is damaged by external forces, and some of the structures are broken. Please use organic matter for repair. ]

“Damn it! It’s a space-based weapon from Celestial Trade!”

Carmen cursed. He seemed to have still underestimated the power of space-based weapons. Originally, he thought that a few tungsten rods would remove a layer of skin from the outer layer of the nest at most. Now, the damage to the protective layer required him to repair it with organic matter. He was already lacking organic matter!

The amount of organic matter was consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye. As Carmen anxiously moved organic matter into the gap, a series of fracturing sounds came from above.

Realizing what was happening, Carmen’s expression immediately changed; his facial muscles began to distort.

“FU*K!”