A Small Step for the Leader, A Big Step for the Villagers

The moon set and the sun rose.

As Su Mo's bedtime gradually got earlier every night, he woke up earlier each day as well.

His body, which was on the verge of being classified as abnormal, did not need more time to recover from fatigue. Just after seven o'clock in the morning, Su Mo immediately opened his bright piercing eyes and shot up.

"Huh? Why'd she come over and sleep near me today?"

Seeing Oreo, who had not been by his bedside since he upgraded the shelter to a three-level shelter, laying down beside him affectionately, Su Mo felt gratified, and hugged and petted her for a while.

As the days went by, after becoming the most powerful person in the wasteland, apart from gaining increased supplies and better equipment, Su Mo's quality of life had been somewhat stagnant, as Zhong Qingshu said. He did not have the luxury to sleep in, relax or enjoy some entertainment.