Apocalypse: My Items Can Upgrade Infinitely

This was a one-of-a-kind existence among all Human Awakeners.

But those technicians had never witnessed such an incredible scene, although they had heard a thing or two about the young man in his twenties from their colleague, Ding Chenghai.

But they never could have imagined his awakened Superpower would be so outrageously powerful, far exceeding the bounds of their comprehension.

Those inferior products, completely unusable in actual combat, were transformed into high-quality items on the spot, all thanks to the touch of his Superpower.

Lin Feng even went ahead and optimized the three acceptable products as well.

He had three optimization charges left anyway, so there was no point in saving them.

Once the battle for Wu City was over and they had successfully killed the Tier Three Mother Empress, both his Electromagnetic Cannon and Tiger-toothed Chainsaw Sword would reach Lv30. Their Lv29 Replicas would then be able to instantly kill most Tier Two Zergs.

These thirty hastily-made Tiger-toothed Chainsaw Swords were specially prepared for the current decapitation strike against the Underground Hive.

After settling the matter of the Battle Group’s melee equipment, Lin Feng led everyone to another spacious warehouse used for raw materials.

The floor here was covered with a large quantity of Fine Steel in all sorts of shapes and specifications.

Han Yuxin had ordered the Support Soldiers to collect it all from around Jin City.

"There’s about 2,000 tons here."

Han Yuxin produced the data compiled by the site manager and followed behind Lin Feng.

Lin Feng nodded.

The Lv19 Flying Wing Tank, a Replica of the Dreadnought Battleship, required 10 tons of Fine Steel as a base material for synthesis. In addition, it needed the Giant Mandibles of Black Spine Zergs and the pair of Membrane Wings from the backs of Cyan-winged Zergs.

The original plan had been for Chen Yanyan to pilot the Dreadnought Battleship to Jin City and take the soon-to-be-replicated Flying Wing Tanks with her.

But as the saying goes, the best-laid plans often go awry. The Hai City Mother Empress’s premature attack left the Super Fleet stretched too thin; they had to prioritize defending the entire second line of defense.

So now, they had to settle for the next best thing: using heavy-duty trucks to transport as much Fine Steel as possible to the University City Camp in Wu City.

After hearing the task Lin Feng proposed, Han Yuxin made some quick calculations and laid out the plan:

"One truck can carry about 60 tons of Fine Steel. We have five available right now, so we can transport over 300 tons."

"But that’s no problem. We can make a few more trips. It’ll just cost a bit more fuel."

Lin Feng shook his head. Even he wasn’t very confident about the outcome of the main front in this war.

The entire decisive battle at Wujiang was just a feint for the decapitation strike, intended to pin down the Hai City Mother Empress and slow her from rescuing the Jiangbei Mother Empress, who was about to be attacked with a Nuclear Bomb.

It was a classic misdirection: creating a diversion in one place to conceal the real attack elsewhere.

Only this way could they make both Mother Empresses lower their guard and act according to Lin Feng’s plan.

But this meant the main front would only have Chen Yanyan’s fleet, the five thousand Warriors on the second line of defense, and a few dozen Tier Two Awakeners and Genetic Warriors.

Without Lin Feng, Ling Yi, and Shen Jie—the three strongest fighters who had mastered Realm Abilities—the decisive battle at Wujiang would become a grueling, intense slog.

The defending humans would even have to take the offensive, leaving the cover of their defensive line to dog the Hai City Zerg Race and stall their advance north to send reinforcements.

The estimated casualties were at least thirty percent.

That was why Lin Feng was worried. If the Warriors couldn’t hold and the line broke, they would end up losing the precious trucks and Fine Steel on the front lines.

So he said:

"Three hundred tons is enough. After this, you should prioritize transporting the rice from the northern suburbs. Don’t forget, a typhoon is hitting in four days. We need to hurry and get the harvest in."

Han Yuxin grunted in agreement and had the heavy-duty trucks pull up to the warehouse entrance, arranging for forklifts to begin loading.

Seeing only two old forklifts, Lin Feng had his seventy-plus Tier Two Awakeners start hauling the Fine Steel out of the warehouse by hand.

A regular Tier Two member had Power exceeding ten tons, and the four group leaders had seventy to eighty tons each. A few tons of Fine Steel was a piece of cake for them.

They were also well aware that this Fine Steel would eventually become their own equipment and vehicles, so they packed as much as they possibly could to ensure there would be enough for the Replicas.

Soon, the five heavy-duty trucks were so overstuffed that their tires began to sag. The group only stopped loading when Han Yuxin and the drivers physically intervened.

Looking at the deformed tires, Lin Feng estimated the total weight of the Fine Steel was upwards of five hundred tons.

Each truck was hauling at least one hundred tons, more than 60% over its maximum rated load capacity.

However, Lin Feng had heard these trucks were nicknamed "Hundred-Ton Kings," so as kings, they should be able to handle it.

Han Yuxin took out a few packs of cigarettes and handed them to the truck drivers. They lit up, took a few deep drags, and finally, with worried looks on their faces, clenched their teeth and agreed.

"We have an old saying in this business: ’Starve before you haul coils, go broke before you haul pipes, and die before you haul plates.’ Damn it, this trip ticks all the boxes."

"We’ll do the job, but let’s be clear. No other vehicles can follow us, front or back. And the distance between our trucks has to stay within two to three hundred meters. Otherwise, if there’s an accident, it won’t just be us drivers who end up dead."

Lin Feng made a promise:

"Don’t worry. After you finish this run, I guarantee each of you will get a chance to become an Awakener."

The five drivers nodded silently, their faces showing no sign of joy.

To be honest, with over a hundred tons of Fine Steel, a single sudden brake or collision would be enough for inertia to send the cargo smashing through the cab, crushing it completely.

This journey of nearly two hundred kilometers was no different from a trip to hell and back.

With all preparations complete, the convoy set off.

Lin Feng took the lead, using his Flying Tiger Armor’s Flight Mode to clear a wide path on the highway for the heavily loaded trucks behind him.

The members of the Tier Two Corps, riding in a bus, followed behind the trucks, taking care not to interfere with their driving.

To maximize safety, they maintained a speed of under 60 km/h the entire way. It ultimately took them over three hours to safely reach the Taihu Lake Service Area.

After getting off the highway, everyone present breathed a collective sigh of relief.

They then drove slowly for another ten-odd kilometers through the city, arriving at 4:30 PM at the University City Camp, which was guarded by the Thirteenth Division.

As they were arranging to unload the cargo, Chen Yanyan, having received the news, commanded her fleet to return to the central plaza.

But the Flying Wing Tanks following behind her were battered and heavily damaged.

Three of them could no longer start on their own and had to be towed back from the battlefield by the other Tanks.

Lin Feng walked over to meet Chen Yanyan, whom he hadn’t seen in two days, and noticed a hint of exhaustion on her face.

"What’s wrong? Did the Hai City Zerg Race come up with some new trick?"

Lin Feng asked with concern, seeing the holes and damage on the Tanks.

Chen Yanyan nodded and pointed to the Tanks.

"It confirms what we’ve been worried about. They’ve finally deployed aerial units and have started bombarding the fleet from long range."

As she spoke, she took out her phone and played a video recorded during the previous battle.

She explained as it played:

"See that black dot? It’s actually a bug the size of a soccer ball."

Lin Feng’s brow furrowed slightly. In the video, these things were falling like raindrops from thousands of meters above the clouds, accelerating faster and faster due to gravity.

Upon hitting the ground, they instantly exploded.

Their explosive power was comparable to a TNT bomb of the same size, enough to blast through more than ten centimeters of tank armor. No wonder they left the Tanks on the battlefield covered in a dense pattern of shrapnel holes.

At that moment, Li Ran, who had been personally commanding the second line of defense and had witnessed the entire fleet engagement and the Zerg Race’s high-altitude bombing, walked over and offered a more professional Evaluation:

"These Suicide Bugs are covered in a hard shell comparable to Fine Steel, and the inside is likely filled with high explosives. Although our fleet’s anti-aircraft fire is enough to destroy most of the Suicide Bugs overhead, many still slip through the net. They explode near the Tanks, and the resulting shockwaves and shrapnel cause varying degrees of Damage."

"A single bombing run consists of four to five hundred Suicide Bugs. That level of firepower is comparable to dozens of cluster bombs."

"If the Zerg Race employs this strategy during a direct frontal assault, I’m afraid the second line of defense will be very difficult to hold."

"There’s a saying about air defense: ten attempts, nine failures..."

"Relying solely on firepower from ground troops makes it very difficult to kill the high-altitude, high-speed bomber mother-bugs..."

Then, Li Ran’s expression grew serious as he said:

"We have to build our own air force as soon as possible. Otherwise, the casualties in this asymmetrical war will be immense."

Watching the swarms of bomb bugs blotting out the sky on the phone screen, Lin Feng took a deep breath, composed himself, and nodded solemnly.

"Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it."

After saying that, he called over Ling Yi, who was with Liu Yueqi and about to head to the dorms.

The most pressing matter now was to deal with the flying mother-bug that was carrying the hordes of Suicide Bugs.

’I wonder if that’s a Tier Two Wind-winged Zerg.’