With my experience, I easily killed over 100 zombies, and I could finally make my first fortress.
I glanced at Noel, who was steadily aiming at the zombies' throats, hitting their spinal cords with precision. Zombies wouldn't die even if their bodies were torn apart—the main source was always the brain. But if the spinal cord or neck was severed, it would disrupt brain function and kill them instantly.
She took down five zombies easily using her pistol, and to her surprise, something had happened
i had clicked The System and Build the Fortress
[Would you like to build the Fortress here? Cost 50 Points]
I said yes.
Immediately, a fortress began to form—25 meters of makeshift technology rose around us. It was constructed from poor-quality scrap metal that surged and twisted together unnaturally,
forming a rough shape. In the blink of an eye, we were pushed back—an invisible barrier seemed to throw us away from the structure. I quickly manipulated the system, making sure only the zombies got pushed back—not Noel.
The fortress looked crude—like a giant rusty metal box. In front of me stood the entrance, old and worn down. I sighed in pity at its rough appearance.
Noel ran to me, her eyes lit with curiosity and amazement. "Brother, what did you just do?" she asked.
I shook my head, not explaining yet, and looked above—the HP of the tower was displayed: 500. But it was already dropping, slowly ticking down -1 as zombies began attacking it.
I sighed again, then turned to the ladder. The walls were thick. We climbed up to get a better view. From the top, we saw the zombies below. The trees within the 25-meter radius were gone, cleared out by the fortress's creation.
We didn't waste time.
We needed to clear the remaining zombies. Thankfully, everything went smoothly. The zombies were easy to shoot down. Our bullets found their marks quickly and efficiently. As night fell, we had already cleared the area.
I had already purchased lights, and now every corner of the fortress was illuminated. In the center, two tents stood. We sat by a small fire, cooking some chicken meat.
I smiled as I watched her eat, a smug expression on her face. She looked proud—truly proud—standing beside her brother.
"You've adapted much better than I thought," I said, patting her head gently.
She smirked. "Of course. I'm not some needy little sister."
I chuckled at her words, pleased with her growth. Then I pulled up the system:
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[Territory System]
Point: 55.5
Rank: G+
Fortress: [Scrap Fortress] [200 Points to upgrade]
Technology: [Poor]
Robots: [None]
Ability: [None]
Technology upgrade: [10 Points]
Robot: [Cost 15 Extremely Poor Robot] [Cost 50 To Upgrade]
Ability Lottery: Scrap Ticket 0, Bronze Ticket 0, Silver Ticket 0, Golden Ticket 0, Diamond Ticket 0, Ruby Ticket 0, Legendary Ticket 0, Mystical Ticket 0
System Shop: Supplies, Equipment, Foods
[Cost upgrade 25]
[Storage Space Unlimited] {700 Billions of Water, 3 Million worth of Meat, Medicine, Armory, Tents, Light's Etc... }
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I looked at it, satisfied, then clicked on the technology upgrade. I also chose to create three robots.
As Noel continued eating, everything around us changed. The ground beneath our feet turned from grass into hardened wood, though it was still roughly constructed. In front of her appeared three small robots—roughly her height, but slightly shorter. They looked ancient, with visible mechanical parts, exposed wires, and rusted metal bodies. Still, they moved.
The fortress's walls also improved. The cracks were mostly gone, only small patches of rust remained. Noel paused mid-bite, blinking at the transformation.
"Brother... I wouldn't be surprised if you suddenly summoned a plane next," she muttered.
Her words were filled with acceptance now. She knew I had secrets, but she didn't pry. I chuckled.
"It's good to have an understanding sister," I replied warmly.
Then the system sounded:
[Technology Now upgraded to Extremely Poor Fortress. Robots are now Commandable.]
I looked up. The fortress's HP had now increased to 750. I was satisfied with that.
I handed out an AK-47 to each of the three robots. I hesitated briefly with the RPG but eventually stuck with the rifles. I gave them clear commands: patrol the perimeter and shoot any zombies on sight.
As soon as they began patrolling, I received 0.5 points from the system.
This was truly overpowered. My growth stunned me. In my past life, by the time I reached this point, the zombies had already grown too strong. But now, I could gain points just by sleeping while the fortress defended itself.
Noel suddenly hugged me from behind, her voice soft, filled with emotion.
"Really… without you, everything would've gone bad for me."
There was happiness in her words. I hugged her back tightly. I didn't know why I came back to the past… but I was determined to make the most of it.
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Meanwhile...
Hannah sat frozen in front of her computer. The news was spreading like wildfire—meteor crashes, mass panic, reports of violent creatures attacking cities.
Thankfully, most of the food, water, weapons, and protective equipment were already secured in the bunker. Her family, still confused, followed her inside. The Wi-Fi was solar-powered, so she was able to monitor events as they happened.
Suddenly, one of her factories shut down. Her workers were gone. The security feed showed chaos—people looting, screaming, desperate for food and water.
To her shock, only a fraction of her supplies remained untouched.
Hannah gulped, heart pounding. How did he know?
The thought haunted her.
But deep down, she felt immense relief. The bunker could withstand even a nuclear bomb. She was safe. Her family was safe.
If she hadn't listened to him—if she hadn't taken his warning seriously—everything would have fallen apart.
She gripped the edge of her desk tightly, thankful... and scared of what would come next.
immediately i gave