Global Flood: I built a Doomsday Ark with a 10,000x Multiplier

orage yard behind a boat dealership, hiding unde

k and just stared at th

n sat way too high, looking like a hat that was two sizes too big. Four fat wheels were folded up against t

a toy built by

per

nails and the exhausted eyes of a man who hadn't slept in a month. "It's ugly. I know it'

art

d once, caught, and settled into a deep, rhythmic growl. Leo pressed hi

g. St

little kitchen, a manual water purifier, even a bed. I was actually going to sa

oked a

ht days, he'l

idn't flinch. He'd learned that

s your

ousand. But I could go lowe

en is

"You're not g

and opened the transfer app.

ed conflicted, like he'd expected to be cheate

re. Account number

money. The

thought nobody would ever buy this thing." H

ught ab

somethin

ng," h

ieved. "Good. That's good

keys. He didn

-

ght. Leo watched it roll through the loading bay doors like

red: "Nomad" (Amphi

ade Matrix

d 30 knots. Armor: Basic

First Ark"

expanded by 1,000 cubic meters (one-time bo

opped

ub

pocket had grown, its far walls pushed back,

ewards prepa

of the loading bay lights, its dented hull gleaming. He

anel opened bes

vel 2 "Raider" (Arm

ced titanium, 200 tons stee

ed. Unlock condition: D

, committing ever

I can buy. The bl

t time in days, he let himself sit do

-

throu

anged after

was building toward. He worked from dawn until

ross the industrial belt. Steel arrived by flatbed. Titanium plate came in crates

ng the size of the transfer. He didn't dwell on those purchases. He loaded the crates into the Stasis

dka, rum, all bottled in glass and sealed i

for cor

ll of cash, clearing out kitchens, paying triple for every burger, fry, and bucket of fried chicken. The managers watche

o the Stasis Space.

arehouse with an open crate in his

The cheese wa

ing slowly. Fresher than anything

wrapper into a neat squar

-

folding table in the first warehouse

: Host Projec

nd each one settled into his ches

ter: 50,000,

10,00

ls (stasis-hot

nium, Copper

niper Rifles: 10. Ammu

ttles. Cigarettes:

s: On

it again

illion

n four liters of water a day. Fifty million liters coul

man alive who knows e

hone

ss for the resort!! It's only $3,800 lol.

not even contempt. She was just an entry in

ed one

: S

tes and scrolled to t

Leo's money. Tota

ment. Total so

complete. Str

ed the

ken windows. For the first time in two weeks, Leo felt something shift i

ty d

ledger and w