Transcending Worlds: I Have an Invincible Shelter

July in Zhejiang East City.

The weather was sweltering, and Su Yuyang felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave as he stood on the steps of the city's central hospital.

He was holding a thin lab report in his hand.

[Brain cancer, immediate hospitalization for targeted therapy is recommended.]

"Ha...brain cancer."

Su Yuyang gave a bitter laugh.

He is only 26 years old this year. After graduating from university, he joined an internet company called Stone King Networks as a programmer.

For three whole years, he coded day and night, and it was common for him to get off work at 3 a.m. He even kept WeChat on standby while he slept.

He doesn't smoke or drink, and he's desperately trying to save up for a down payment on a house in this city, find a girlfriend, and live a normal life.

But fate did not reward his diligence; instead, it gave him a death sentence.

The phone vibrated slightly, and the screen lit up, displaying the bank card balance: [1024.007 yuan].

"Damn! 007 yuan? Are they obsessed with the 007 work schedule? I actually saw 007."

Su Yuyang looked again and saw that his balance was 1024.07 yuan. This amount of money was not even enough to pay the deposit for hospitalization, let alone a bottle of imported targeted drug that cost tens of thousands of yuan.

"Ring ring..."

The phone rang, and the words "General Manager Wang" flashed on the screen.

Su Yuyang took a deep breath and pressed the answer button.

"Su Yuyang! You're not replying to my WeChat messages! Where the hell have you been?!"

Taking sick leave means you don't have to work? Do you really think the company is a charity nursing home?

Get back here right now!

A deafening roar came from the other end of the phone, and the call was cut off before Su Yuyang could speak.

Half an hour later, at the office area of ​​Shihuang Network Company.

"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding~~~~"

Emails kept popping up from the bottom right corner of the computer desktop, containing various requirements from the company's R&D projects.

"Brain disease? Who the hell isn't brain-dead?"

If he weren't sick, he'd be in a mental hospital by now!

Wang Jiankou, the department head with a big belly and an oily face, plopped down on Su Yuyang's desk, spitting all over Su Yuyang's face.

"The company's project is benchmarked against a certain four-character world, and we are currently in the critical stage of the project."

You're faking your death to ask for leave? Do you even know how much the game project has been delayed because of you?

Nearly a hundred colleagues in the R&D center were all engrossed in typing on their keyboards, and no one dared to speak up, only occasionally casting sympathetic glances.

Su Yuyang, his face pale, said, "President Wang, I am indeed very ill. This is the hospital's diagnosis..."

"I don't care what your diagnosis is!"

Wang Jian interrupted him impatiently, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes, "If you can't do it, then don't. Go to HR, process your resignation, pack your things, and leave right now!"

"Okay, I'm leaving."

Su Yuyang gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse, "Give me my base salary for this month, plus the N+1 severance pay."

He desperately needs the money, even if it's just to buy some painkillers or an urn for his ashes.

"Compensation? You dare to maliciously bring up compensation? Su Yuyang, are you insane?!"

Wang Jiankou laughed coldly, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. "You were absent from work for three days without cause, causing significant losses to the company. I'm already being magnanimous by not suing you for compensation! And you still want your base salary?"

Su Yuyang abruptly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot. "That's what I deserve!"

Looking at Su Yuyang's murderous gaze, Wang Jian's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

But he quickly calmed down; in the research and development center, he was the king.

What kind of trouble can a programmer with no background cause?

Wang Jian's eyes darted around, and he pointed to the elevator at the end of the corridor.

"If you want to take this month's base salary, that's fine too. The warehouse on the second basement floor is full of scrapped computers."

Before you leave work today, fix all the computers inside, and I'll sign off on the paperwork for HR and finance. Otherwise, you won't get a penny!

After saying that, Wang Jian snorted coldly, turned around and walked back to his private office.

Su Yuyang stood there, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his nails digging deep into his palms.

The urge to stab Wang Jiankou to death surged wildly in his mind, but the intense headache instantly drained all his strength.

He couldn't just leave empty-handed; he needed money, even if it was just the humiliating base salary of three thousand dollars.

……

The second basement level is a warehouse.

It was dark and stuffy here, with a musty smell in the air.

Because it rarely sees sunlight, the warehouse is somewhat oxygen-deficient.

"Cough cough..."

Wearing a mask, Su Yuyang struggled to drag a dilapidated computer.

Sweat soaked through his shirt, and his vision began to blur.

The dizziness and physical decline caused by the encephalopathy were far more terrifying than he had imagined.

"Bang!"

Just as he turned around to try to lift a dilapidated computer, a sudden wave of dizziness hit him, accompanied by a tearing pain.

Su Yuyang groaned, his legs went weak, and he fell heavily to the dusty ground.

"hiss…"

In the instant he fell to the ground, his right palm grazed a rusty screw on the computer case, instantly cutting a long gash in his palm, from which blood gushed out.

Su Yuyang curled up on the ground, trembling all over in pain.

Am I really going to die in this dark corner like this?

Exploited and humiliated, dying like a stray dog?

I am not reconciled!

Just as Su Yuyang was on the verge of despair, he did not notice that the blood flowing from his palm was slowly flowing down the sloping floor to a corner at the bottom of the shelf.

There, lying quietly, was a black glass box, about the size of a fist, covered in dust.

The moment the dark red blood touched the box.

"Buzz!"

A very subtle vibration resounded in the warehouse, instantly shaking away the dust from the originally black glass box and revealing a black metal card inside that shone like a starry sky.

Immediately afterwards, a mechanical voice devoid of any emotion rang out in Su Yuyang's mind!

[Ding! Blood from a carbon-based life form matching the criteria has been detected...]

[Gene sequence analysis in progress... 10%... 50%... 100%!]

[Gene binding successful!]

The interdimensional travel portal is now activated!

Su Yuyang opened his eyes with difficulty, staring in shock at the black metal card radiating multicolored light in front of him, even briefly forgetting the excruciating pain in his head.

"What...what is this?"

The mechanical voice did not answer him, but continued broadcasting:

[The Absolute Security Zone system is now activated!]

[Current security zone level: Lv1 (coverage radius: 10 square meters centered on the host).]

[System notification: First time travel is about to begin, target world: Wasteland No. 07 (Apocalypse).]

[Countdown: 3, 2, 1...]

Su Yuyang had no time to react; he only felt the light in front of him suddenly burst forth, completely engulfing his entire body.

next second.

In the empty underground warehouse, only a few drops of dried blood remained. Su Yuyang had vanished into thin air.

......

"Buzz!"

A wave of dizziness washed over me, accompanied by a feeling of weightlessness and tinnitus.

When Su Yuyang opened his eyes again, the dark and suffocating underground warehouse was gone.

Instead, a desolate, post-apocalyptic wasteland has been transformed.

The sky took on an eerie, dusty color.

A light gray-yellow haze filled the air, and as far as the eye could see, there were only ruined high-rise buildings covered with vegetation, rusted and wrecked vehicles, and unidentified skeletons scattered all over the ground.

"Where...where am I?"

Su Yuyang collapsed onto the stone-paved road, panting heavily.

Everything before him overturned his understanding, resembling a real scene from a Hollywood apocalyptic science fiction movie.

Just then, that cold, mechanical voice rang out in my mind again.