Doomsday: with unlimited warehouse system

Early the next morning, while everyone was still asleep, David got up early, tidied up quickly, and headed to the Wasteland World.

The reason David didn't want the team members to know about his departure was that he didn't want their mixed emotions to affect them.  Building the garden city was a heavy responsibility and a long journey.  He wanted them to remain in a normal state of mind.

Stepping out of the garage, David turned around to look at his ten-story high base.  He knew that in the Wasteland World, he would build an even stronger base.  At that point, he would become the sole god of two worlds.  Without overthinking, David leaped towards the direction of the courtyard.

In the Abyss Cemetery, the thick miasma still covered everything, and the sound of something cracking inside the graves continued, sending shivers down the spine.

"Dying and not finding peace?  I'll sever all your worldly attachments," an old man walked up to a grave, looking at the slightly trembling tombstone with a deep voice.  Then, he opened his right hand, and several pitch-black daggers appeared in his palm.  He stabbed one dagger into the grave, and an agonized and miserable wail echoed from beneath the mound of dirt.

However, the old man's expression didn't change at all.  Instead, he pulled out another identical dagger and stabbed it into the mound.  The two daggers emitted a dense aura, making the sound vanish instantly.  The old man then pulled out the daggers.

"You think you can become a zombie with this?  Too weak," the old man sneered at the mound, from which a puddle of black blood emerged.  After completing this, he walked back to his small wooden cabin.

This old man was the guardian of the Abyss Cemetery who had locked eyes with David that day.  He lay on a bamboo chair, closed his eyes leisurely, and suddenly, his cloudy eyes snapped open.  He lifted his head and looked outside the window.  Soon, he nodded in approval, his face showing a pleased expression.

"This kid actually has the strength.  He's entered the Wasteland World so quickly?"  The old man played with a purple clay teapot and chuckled.

"But that place is different from the end times.  I wonder how long you can last in there," the old man pondered for a moment, shaking his head as if he had made a decision.

"Well, forget it, I'll pay a visit.  Those Zerg guys, they got some hot tempers."  With that said, the old man lay back on the bamboo chair, closed his eyes again, and the small wooden cabin disappeared into a thick fog.  As the old man left, the Abyss Cemetery once again heard the sound of soil breaking.

Arriving at the courtyard, David first observed the building that seemed out of place in the end times.  Then, he walked up to the wooden door.  He pushed it open, and with a creaking sound, the door slowly opened, revealing the desolation of the Wasteland World.

Looking at the barren landscape before him, David's gaze was resolute.  From now on, he would survive here.  Lifting his foot, he stepped into the wasteland again.  The aura swirled around the tips of his feet as if trying to consume him.

However, the powerful aura emitted by David at Level 11 instantly covered that malevolent energy.  Looking up, David saw that there were still many figures moving around him, and even some strangely-shaped creatures were lurking in the distance, gazing at him with hostile intent.

David walked calmly inside, secretly drawing out an alloy short knife and gripping it tightly.  In an instant, David's aura began to spread around him.  The zombies, animals, and even some supernatural creatures that caught wind of this unfamiliar presence suddenly emerged.  They stared at David eerily, as if he was a delectable meal.  At this moment, the malevolent energy in the Wasteland World grew stronger.

David locked eyes with a mutant yellow weasel-like creature, its size akin to that of a crocodile.  The creature stared back, continuously opening its mouth to reveal sharp teeth while its long tongue licked those teeth, preparing to attack David.  However, this mutant creature seemed to be watching, waiting for other undead monsters to make the first move.  It scanned left and right, but no other creature charged at David.

This made David chuckle;  this was the difference between the Wasteland World and the end times.  Every creature here had its own intelligence.  They could employ various tricks and schemes to launch attacks.  This was what truly made the Wasteland World terrifying , instead of mindless zombies, there were cunning beings that relied on intelligence for their killings.

This often left espers entering this world defenseless, falling into traps that were long set up for them.  But this particular mutant yellow weasel-like creature couldn't suppress its eagerness to devour David.  While other creatures remained still, it emitted strange cries, and its long, spiky tongue stretched out even further.

In the next moment, the mutant yellow weasel-like creature's hind legs propelled it towards David.  David saw this and without hesitation, raised the alloy short knife in his hand.  With immense explosive force and speed invisible to the naked eye, coupled with the alloy knife's high critical hit rate, the alloy knife plunged directly into the creature's chest, causing it to writhe in pain.  It extended its sharp claws, attempting to strike David with a powerful blow.

However, the mutant creature had underestimated David's strength.  David clenched his right hand into a fist and delivered a Void-Breaking Punch that shattered the air, piercing through the creature's body.  A mournful howl echoed, and the arrogant mutant yellow weasel-like creature was slain on the spot.

[Ding!  Congratulations, Host, for killing a Level 1 mutant yellow weasel-like creature!  ]

[Reward: Host receives one primary pronucleus!  ]

[Ding!  Congratulations, Host, for triggering a hundredfold critical hit, obtaining one hundred primary pronuclei!  ]

The system's voice quickly echoed in David's ears.

At this moment, David realized that the mutated creature in the Wasteland World were also graded, and killing them could yield pronuclei.  He discarded the creature's body, turned his head, and surveyed the other the mutated creatures lurking in the distance.

Indeed, David's display of power astonished them, freezing them in place.  Even their eyes now carried a trace of fear as they slowly began to retreat.

This was exactly the outcome David desired.  In the face of terror, becoming even more terrifying was his only choice.  However, a few zombies still stared at David, their eyes filled with murderous intent.

Infused with the malevolent energy of the Wasteland World, these zombies were not only more violent in aura but their appearances had changed, making them nearly indistinguishable from humans.  The only constant was the foul stench they exuded.

Finally, an burly zombie emerged, raising its head to gaze at David.  Its aura was overwhelming, a malevolent energy akin to pouring water from a lake.  Taking two steps forward, it stood still, watching David and slowly extended its hand, pointing a finger at him.