Wasteland Conqueror

Chapter 70: Setting Out For The Wastes

After going through my notifications, I exited my system and sat there for a second and suddenly felt my senses become clearer than they had ever been prior to this level up.

Damn, Cautious provides a surprisingly large enhancement to my senses. They're improved to such an extent right at this moment that I can literally feel the vibrations my robots are producing each time they take a step all the way in the loading area... Oh, and that's not all it seems. My perception field has also become clearer than before, along with my ability to sense mana in my surroundings. That will definitely be incredibly useful later on.

Sitting there for a few seconds longer to adjust to my improved senses and take everything in, I started moving, losing Cautious effects temporarily, till the next time I stopped. From there I got up from my seat and walked over to the table I had in my level up cell, one of the few pieces of furniture within this small reinforced room. Right as I reached it, I took hold of a skill book sitting on the top of one of the stacks and opened it up.

[Do you wish to use this skill book?]

[Yes] - [No]

Having held off long enough to use my stock of skill books, I showed zero hesitation and selected yes immediately, receiving 10 skill points in the book's associated category. Once I was done absorbing the small bit of information and skill experience it implanted into my noggin, I sat the book off to the side since it had been used and tagged as such.

I don't know if it's worth keeping them after they've been used, but I'll hold on to them just in case a use for them appears in the future. It's not like I'm lacking in terms of storage space, anyway.

Leaving that book there, I picked up the next one and went through the same process again and then again and then again. I kept this up until I spent every skill book I had in my possession. What I gained from my patient hoarding was a total of 40 ballistic weapon points, 30 energy weapon points, 20 explosive points, 30 heavy weapon points, 40 leadership points, 30 lockpick points, 30 medicine points, 20 melee weapon points, 20 piloting point, 30 repair points, 30 science points, 30 speech points, 20 stealth points, 30 survival points, 20 trade points, 20 unarmed points, and 10 points for every skill.

Level up completed and skill books spent, I flexed the muscles all across my body to make sure I had a good grasp of my increased strength and capabilities.

I'm not feeling off like I did years ago in my earlier level ups, so I should be good in terms of control.

Content with the amount of control I had over my body, I opened the hefty metal door that had kept me sealed in my own little space for the protection of those around me and stepped out. Leaving the confines of my personal level up space, I left for the armory and headed there at a quick pace pumped to get out and begin my adventure in the chaotic world above.

Once I arrived at the secure and locked down location that possessed mass amounts of weapons organized and strewn about its confines, I began loading my item box with heavy weapons and ammo. So I could take proper advantage of my huge carrying capacity and all the weight reduction perks I possess.

Absorbing one weapon after the next, the weight that was being exerted across my entire frame rapidly rose at an exponential rate. The pressure kept piling on me till it was beginning to become too much, so I adjusted my felt weight to something not ridiculous.

No longer bogged down, I continued to store away more and more weapons and ammo until I was carrying a brigade's worth of equipment. Carrying a massive armament securely in my item box that none could touch, I exited the armory whilst my robots continued to shuffle back and forth through the Genesis Foundry, delivering increasingly more items and materials to the loading area in preparation for my expansion into the wasteland.