I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

The AR team left the front desk and prepared to go to the inpatient department to investigate. However, the door to the inpatient department was blocked by various debris. Gouzi and 16ge worked together to move the debris away and kick the door open.

Bang! The double doors were kicked open, and a large number of spores poured out from inside. It seemed that due to the poor ventilation inside, the spores inside were unable to disperse into the air.

The spore concentration had increased to the point of obstructing vision. In the corners of the walls, a mass of bizarrely shaped fungi grew. These fungi were colorful, some resembling mushrooms. Looking deeper into the inpatient ward, there were still a number of barely recognizable human corpses. These corpses had long, red stalks protruding from their bodies.

Holy shit, no way. Sun Yang felt more and more like the game he was familiar with. This looked like a stitched-together structure of various fungi. It felt unique.

The AR team could only barely wave away the spores in front of them. The humanoids weren't afraid of them, but the sightline was really annoying. The dog tried to kick the spore-covered corpse away, but accidentally broke it apart, and a large number of spores sprayed out of the corpse.

[Wow! Gouzi!] AR15 shouted in the channel.

[I'm sorry! But I really didn't use enough force, and it broke into pieces with one kick!] The dog shook his shoes to get rid of the residue.

"I say, why don't we look in a different direction, or get a blower? There's no way we'll find anything in this inpatient department," Brother 16 suggested.

The figures around them were about to offer other suggestions when they heard the sound of something moving deep inside the inpatient ward. The thing walked slowly but steadily towards the door with heavy footsteps.

[Alert!] M4 raised his weapon and retreated to the inpatient ward entrance with his teammates. They used the furniture that had been moved there to pile up together, making a cover that was better than nothing.

Soon, the source of the sound appeared in the inpatient hallway. When Sun Yang looked through the humanoid eyes, he immediately confirmed the answer in his mind.

It was a humanoid creature over two meters tall, swollen all over, and covered with dark brown fungal substance. Where the creature's head should have been was a blooming fungal bush.

Perhaps it was the dog's kick that startled it, or perhaps the footsteps of six people stood out in the silence. Regardless, the giant creature had sensed the humanoids' arrival.

The creature roared thickly and rushed straight across the corridor towards the humanoids. The humanoids pulled the trigger just as it started to charge.

Six assault rifles loaded with high-velocity armor-piercing rounds unleashed a powerful barrage. The creature's body collapsed to the ground, erupting in dozens of goo-like globs. But it still seemed to retain some vitality.

The M4 fired at the creature's moving ankles, and three or four bullets severed its ankle joints. At least this creature's body was not strong and was still very fragile.

[Gouzi, grenade!] M4 gave the order to Gouzi.

[Try this!] The dog's under-barrel grenade launcher immediately fired a high-explosive grenade. With a loud bang, the exploding grenade deposited spores that flew far away, completely transforming the tall creature into a thick spore liquid and fragments that scattered around.

The giant creature was gone, and its broken limbs seemed incapable of self-movement. Although it had no obvious weaknesses, it would still die if its integrity was destroyed.

"Commander, we've encountered an unidentified creature. We have ammunition available. Should we continue our reconnaissance?" M4 breathed a sigh of relief and reported to Sun Yang.

"Okay, let's move on. Remember, use more incendiary bombs and the like. These fungal spores are very afraid of fire." Sun Yang reminded, while touching his chin thoughtfully.

This place is definitely the set of The Last of Us!

40 Laxatives, how to evaluate the zero-yuan purchase

There are still many problems that need to be solved, such as the rules of world transmission, whether spores will be brought with them when a humanoid is sent back to a certain world, and whether communication equipment can be placed in all worlds to maintain cross-world communication.

But these can be tried slowly later. Right now, Sun Yang has only one thought in his mind:

I must start the zero-dollar shopping mode immediately!

Apart from anything else, at least in big cities, various books, game consoles and CDs should still be able to survive, which can be used to enrich the entertainment life of the humanoids.

As for the armed forces, Sun Yang had no hope. In a doomsday environment, all kinds of weapons would definitely be the first to be targeted. Not to mention automatic weapons, all kinds of tanks and planes would have been collected long ago.

Besides, the Behemoth just now also confirmed the current timeline. A long time ago, when he was looking at the game settings, it was written that the Behemoth would take 10 to 15 years to grow.

The current timeline is at least 10 years after the outbreak, and it is unknown how many vehicles can still be used in this environment. If there were really a lot of aircraft and tanks in stock, the troops in the game would not be driving around in broken armored vehicles.

Of course, Sun Yang is very clear that these are all judgments based on his common sense. If there really are planes and tanks that can last for ten years and can still be used, he will naturally accept them with a smile.

Whatever, if I come across them, I'll just dump them all into the base as resources. The base doesn't have a meager reserve limit of 300,000 anyway, so I'll just throw them in as inventory. Sun Yang quickly adjusted his mindset. Maintaining precision equipment requires a large number of skilled workers, so if they don't have them, then so be it.

After ensuring that no one was alive in the town, Sun Yang unleashed a large number of Iron-Blooded puppets and transport drones to plunder the small town for every available resource. Circuit boards dismantled from cars, remaining gasoline, and even the scattered books left in every household were all brought back by the devout Hamster player Sun Yang.

The AR team, which didn't get much from the police station and the hospital, felt powerless to complain when they saw hundreds of drones and Iron Blood puppets moving things everywhere.

[Do we really need all this stuff?] RO watched as a box of scarves was delivered to Sun Yang, followed by a box of books. Next to these boxes, disinfectant, kindly sponsored by the Oasis Base, was sprayed into the air, killing any remaining spores.

After all, spores are fungi, and they are very vulnerable to disinfectants. It's a pity that there is no local disinfectant or alcohol left in this place. It is estimated that they have either evaporated or been collected and taken away by someone with ulterior motives.

[RO, you need to learn to enjoy life. I highly recommend installing some sensory enhancements. You'll have new experiences.] With a wave of his hand, Gouzi pulled a book from the disinfected box. The cover depicted a young couple singing in a field.

[Yeah, enjoying life is good, but do we really need scarves and expired food?] RO looked at Sun Yang, who had opened the box and fished out snacks that had been expired for who knows how long.

"Commander, this is expired. At least 20 years ago." M4 grabbed a handful of snacks and scanned the production date on them.

"It's okay, M4. You have to know that humans add a lot of additives to food to make it taste better for a longer time. The actual expiration date is much longer than the one on the packaging. Let me try one first."

Sun Yang took a sip of jelly that had been expired for who knows how long, then knelt on the ground and spit it all out.

"Ugh! Even though it's a strange smell, I feel like it's very dangerous..." Sun Yang said after spitting out everything in his mouth.

"Commander, you can't eat anymore. These things are already spoiled." M4 said while holding a pile of expired snacks.

"Ayang, you'll get a stomachache if you eat this way..." AR15, who was also holding a bunch of snacks, said in a low voice.

"I don't accept it! How could this happen! Shouldn't jelly be the kind of food that has a lot of preservatives and additives and can be consumed for up to 20 years? I want to recall my childhood!" Sun Yang knelt on the ground and burst into tears.

"Commander, have you ever eaten jelly when you were a child? This is not a sealed can, it will go bad after the expiration date. Commander, do you still want to eat it?" M4 asked.

"Of course! Let me see, cookies? Moldy. Potato chips? Oh, spicy taste! ("But that's tomato flavor." M4 said.) Snickers, actually still edible. Oh, and drinks ("Excessive heavy metal content detected!" AR15 threw the drink away.) Um, finally, the cream cake, um~ tastes like shit."

When Sun Yang showed a puzzled expression, the surrounding figures fell silent. Fighting with the commander was one thing, but having the commander have a different feeling about shit was another.

"Leave this. I'll use it to honor that guy from Hyde." Sun Yang threw all the inedible snacks into the machine to transform them into supplies, keeping only the cream cake that was still shiny and bright even after being expired for decades.

What? It turns out they were just throwing people for fun. The dolls breathed a sigh of relief.

The dolls in charge of transportation put these cakes into the category of tactical props reserved for commanders. Only Sun Yang would use these messy things to hit people for fun.

After these bits and pieces were sent back to the base, the empty town became even emptier. The houses originally had some tables, chairs and benches, but now there was nothing left inside except the walls.

Other items that were difficult to transport were marked by the drone and awaited Sun Yang's collection. These were mainly large items that were too damaged to be handled by the drone.

There's a small arcade in this small town. From the drone footage, you can see several arcade machines, claw machines, and dance machines inside. Although these machines are rusty, I wonder if they're still playable.

After Sun Yang sent the last damaged car back to the warehouse for disassembly, he went to the arcade.

The shop's front door had been ripped off by a puppet figure, and the shop's name had been spray-painted. Inside, dozens of arcade machines of all kinds were displayed, ranging from shooting simulators to dance machines to claw machines to fighting games.

Of course, there were no matching tables, chairs and benches, as those had been taken away by drones.

The game consoles are rusted, even the graffiti has faded. Drones are using high-precision scanners to back up the entire structure.

"Professor, these machines are broken. There are many dead rats inside. The components are also very old," Pascal said across the channel. If Sun Yang hadn't insisted on keeping the game consoles here, she would have had the drones disassemble these machines into resources long ago.

"There's not a single working one? Well, can these machines be remade? And there are matching games... Of course, not only do I want to play, but many dolls will also want to try it." Sun Yang said his thoughts openly.

"These machines were manufactured decades ago, so it's no surprise they're broken now. And without the blueprints and detailed documentation, we can't make the games inside them." Pascal showed Sun Yang the scanned manufacturing dates. These machines were manufactured ten years earlier than the jelly.

"How could this be? I've been fantasizing about playing those authentic, antique arcade machines with everyone. Ah, that joystick that's been polished countless times, the images that carry the childhood memories of countless people in this town, and most importantly, the game. Am I no longer able to experience it?"

Sun Yang knelt on the ground again, and the heavy mecha caused a layer of dust to rise here.

"Well, well, professor, don't be sad. I will do my best to repair it. I will definitely let you play a game console that has a sense of history!" Pascal said in a panic.

In the background, Pascal roared, "Pascal! Are you doting on the professor too much? All the game data is corrupted! Take your head for repairs!" It sounded like Antonina's voice.

"...No, there's no need. This can be used for experiments." Sun Yang suddenly remembered something, and he took out a bag of powder that was shining with golden light from the storage room of the base.

If there's anything that could make Sun Yang's wish come true, it would be the Repair Light Powder! Although it's called Repair, it's actually a magic powder that can reverse the time of things, one of the most incredible things in the Dark Souls world.

However, this thing can't be used on flesh and blood, and it can't be used to heal wounds or bring the dead back to life. At least when Sun Yang used it to repair his nearly broken rapier, it couldn't restore his own health.

This was something he could only do himself. If the humanoid touched the repair powder, it might just turn back into a pile of parts. Sun Yang emerged from the mech, snatched the rat from the arcade machine, and carefully sprinkled the repair powder on the machine's core. After all, there wasn't enough powder, so he just fixed the most important parts.

As a dim yellow light flashed, the area where the powder was sprinkled became shiny and bright, and the core part that looked very new was connected to the dilapidated pipeline next to it.

Great! I don't know exactly how many years it's been rewound, but at least it looks playable. Sun Yang struck while the iron was hot, finding different arcade machines and using different amounts of powder to determine the extent of restoration. He'd finally nailed down the right amount of powder for the right level of restoration.

Soon, the core of the arcade was taken away by Sun Yangga and thrown back to the base to enrich the entertainment life of the humanoids. After all, the base had always been filled with worn-out dance machines and game consoles that had been played for who knows how long, so they would eventually get tired of it.

Putting his mech back on, Sun Yang walked out of the arcade. The town could finally be officially emptied. As for the house, Sun Yang wasn't that stingy. With the energy to carve up a house, why not go to a steel mill or something?

Of course, Sun Yang didn't expect to get a lot of finished chemicals or fertilizers while running around the United States. After so long, he had already taken all the things he needed.

As for why Joel was able to pick up fertilizer in the game, this is probably due to gameplay, and it can also be explained as Joel getting it from the survivors' residence.

"But in addition to these, there are many laboratories and the like that you can visit, such as material research laboratories, military research bases, or medical research data. And the processing plants everywhere should also have raw materials in stock, and the finished products obtained after these plants start to be transported, but the transportation routes in between need to be guaranteed..." Sun Yang touched his chin and muttered to himself.

Of course, he doesn’t need the humanities categories, he only wants things in science and engineering.

Even though this place has been in ruins for decades, the wealth it holds is still worth exploring. Although Griffin and Oasis have brought together many powerful civilian humanoids and elites from various industries, it must be said that the base's technology still has many shortcomings.

Sun Yang had previously envisioned the base's development direction, which was generally to advance technology and make the base as self-sufficient as possible. However, the base world's resource reserves were indeed quite limited.

Moving the Griffin and Oasis bases to other worlds was incredibly difficult. Just packing them up in batches, bringing them here, and reassembling them would take an incalculable amount of time. The mere thought of it made Sun Yang lose motivation.

Sun Yang had helped someone move before. Back then, he'd packed nearly a ton of stuff, and it took several people several days to do it. Now, he had to transport an entire base's worth of stuff all by himself. After some thought, he decided to just forget it.

[Commander, are you thinking about how to collect supplies in this world?] M4 asked, following behind Sun Yang.

"Yeah, I'm thinking about opening a branch base here. After all, it's too inefficient to move wherever you go, and we have to cast a wide net." Sun Yang felt that he was a little greedy and wanted to swallow an elephant.

He started with a base, and brought his humanoids to scavenge for scrap—no, the kind that buys for free. Damn, to put it nicely, what's with scavenge? This is resource recycling, even an environmentalist would give him a thumbs up.

You know, countless merchants have said this before: Some people say this is garbage, but I think it's treasure. This is the golden rule of merchants in Skyrim 5! Even though a lot of what they sell is indeed garbage.

"Dividing the base? That's something we really need to think about." M4, standing nearby, also began to think seriously, and at the same time, he didn't forget to send a group message to the other humanoids about Sun Yang's question. After all, the ideas that everyone came up with were likely to be more comprehensive than Sun Yang's alone.

Sun Yang saw a sudden increase in traffic to the base. This wasn't surprising, though; the new game was probably making everyone happy. With this in mind, Sun Yang became more determined to entertain the dolls.

Sun Yang slowly returned to the center of town. The nearby drones and transport puppets had already assembled. Sun Yang sent them back to the base, then stood there for a while, thinking, but he had no idea.

Sun Yang only remembered that Detroit was an old industrial area, as it was the setting for many games. He had no idea what else it was, and since he wasn't American, why would he bother remembering it?

Furthermore, Sun Yang had no idea how to proceed. He couldn't be like those people whose brains were like they'd eaten golden kebabs, talking and reciting, and then leading a bunch of illiterate people to build a skyscraper from scratch. He had embarrassed the vast majority of time travelers. He simply wasn't smart enough. Construction was simply not something a simple, unsophisticated person like him could figure out.

Well, I can only ask the humanoids. Sun Yang, somewhat embarrassed, opened his agent's communication and told her his question.

"...Please wait, we are summarizing the opinions." The agent stood still, with a huge amount of traffic converging on her. At first glance, it looked like she was under a DDOS attack.

A few minutes later, after fully exchanging experiences and ideas, the humanoids came up with several plans. The agent made some slight optimizations and submitted them to Sun Yang.

Sun Yang looked at the densely packed text in the proposals. Each one contained tens of thousands of words, which was too much to read. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and skim through each one.

There are plans to bribe humans with Coke in exchange for the survivors' favor; there are also plans to lure survivors with food or exquisite decorations; there are plans to infiltrate the survivor camp disguised as a circus to incite rebellion; and the last few plans are to use force to make the survivor camp surrender.

The few reliable ones are to establish information networks and trade networks, contact the survivors, and then use the supplies and food on hand as rewards to issue tasks and let the survivors bring back scrap metal and important technologies. This can save manpower.

The first few were probably civilian T-doll designs, the next ones were probably proposed by AK15, and the last one was probably a suggestion from RO and the others. But my T-doll brain isn't that good, and Sun Yang was more or less skeptical.

Anyway, putting the humanitarian concerns aside for now, Sun Yang didn't see any benefit in contacting the survivors. If there were enough survivors, he could help search. But judging by the game's background, aside from military-controlled areas, there weren't many settlements with large populations.

Even in places with large populations, there are only about one or two thousand people at most, of which only about one-third are able to work. The rest of the people are responsible for handling settlement affairs and camp security. And the range of these scouts' activities cannot be too far.

Of course, the military has armored vehicles that can travel farther, but dealing with the military... Sun Yang has a very bad impression of the military forces in this game.

After all, the military had deployed numerous personnel to target Joel and Tess in the early stages of the game. Hiring military personnel to obtain scientific research data would likely result in them raising the price for the information.

Although Sun Yang thought this was stupid, and wondered why someone would ask for such a high price when the enemy's and our own combat effectiveness was unclear, he knew from various cases that such behavior was not uncommon.

And honestly, their search efficiency might not even be as good as that of a tactical T-doll with a drone. At least the T-dolls at the base had run logistics missions and had experience retrieving data from hostile areas.

It's better to rely on yourself than on others. Sun Yang decided on a strategy in his mind. For now, he would first find a way to confirm the current coordinates and map, and then look for a location for the branch base. Once the location was chosen, he would consider what kind of base would be suitable.

However, before that, Sun Yang still had a very important thing to deal with.

"I have thought about what to do. Thank you all for your suggestions. In addition, I have a very important matter to deal with." Sun Yang said to all the humanoids in front of the screen and around him.

"What's going on?" the agent asked.

"I'm going to the dam station in Jackson City to meet someone there. Of course, this is on the premise that it doesn't affect my work." Sun Yang tried to pick up his hazy memories.

If I remember correctly, Joel and Ellie should have settled near the dam. It's worth a visit.

Of course, if the current timeline is the second generation, then all I can do is help Joel get revenge.

"Jackson City? But we don't even know our exact location right now. Commander, how do you know the information here?" The agent was a little confused by his commander's words and actions.

"Don't worry about these details. I don't understand what's happening to me. Anyway, I know there are two very important people there, at least they are very important to me." Sun Yang was too lazy to tell useless lies. Anyway, everyone trusted him, so there was no point in saying something inexplicable.

41 Journey, Friends, Journey

Four large off-road vehicles, improvised with enclosed armor plates, sped along an unfamiliar road. The cold wind and snowflakes lashed against the thick exterior, preventing them from penetrating the interior.

The off-road vehicle rolled over the thick snow, leaving deep ruts on the white snow.

After leaving the unfamiliar town, the humanoids quickly found a local paper map at a nearby gas station. Based on the markings on the map, Sun Yang and the humanoids figured out that this was a remote town near Chicago.

Although there were a lot of place names written on the map, Sun Yang only knew Chicago, Detroit on the east side of the map, and the five inland lakes around these two cities.

So this is what the Great Lakes look like! No wonder Canada is always angry with the Americans over the Great Lakes. Sun Yang nodded in approval after looking at the map. He had gained more useless knowledge.