novelTele Chapter 63 The Concept of the Door
Chapter 63 The Concept of the Door
Once the thought of "leaving the town in the future" was planted, countless branches appeared in Xu Mo's heart and entwined around him. The thickest of these was how to deal with his mountain of "belongings".
This wasn't just unfounded worry. Xu Mo looked around at his shelter, which he had been building for months. In one corner, there was a neatly stacked supply of canned goods, compressed dry rations, and vacuum-packed food—enough to last him for more than half a year. Several large storage boxes contained medicines, batteries, tools, spare parts, and fuel, all neatly categorized. On the weapon rack against the wall, there were sharp melee weapons, well-maintained firearms, and a large quantity of ammunition—these were the very foundation of his survival.
In addition to these, there were also cold-weather clothing, sleeping bags, heaters, various types of lamps, backup power supplies, and all sorts of other things, which filled almost half of the second-floor space.
These were all items that Xu Mo painstakingly accumulated, like ants carrying grains of rice, time and time again within the extreme time limit of sixty seconds, relying on that magical "door." Each item embodies his hard work and his guarantee for future survival.
"Not having a spatial ring... is truly the biggest regret for a post-apocalyptic transmigrator," Xu Mo couldn't help but sigh.
Although he had already reached the Ox-hide Realm, possessing strength far exceeding that of ordinary people, carrying hundreds of kilograms of weight over long distances might not be a problem. However, to take all the supplies here at once was nothing short of a pipe dream. Moreover, long-distance migrations are inherently fraught with unknown dangers, and carrying too much weight would severely impair his reaction speed and combat effectiveness.
So, should we hide the supplies here, travel light, and come back to retrieve them later? This thought had barely crossed his mind when Xu Mo decisively rejected it.
Qingsongling Town is not an isolated island. The fact that survivor convoys could be seen in the distance earlier meant that this area was not entirely untouched. If other survivor squads, or even larger migrating groups, passed through this area, they would inevitably plunder it.
This relatively intact three-story building will definitely be a prime target for the search. At that point, his painstakingly accumulated supplies will be like an open treasure trove, inevitably looted. Expecting survivors to uphold any sense of "property rights" in the face of unclaimed resources in a post-apocalyptic environment is simply wishful thinking.
Are we really going to abandon most of our belongings and only take a few necessities with us on the road? Xu Mo stroked the cold gun barrel, his heart filled with reluctance and unwillingness.
These supplies represent more than just survival; they represent his composure in the desperate environment of the apocalypse. Losing these supplies means he will have to return to a state of meticulous planning, constantly worrying about his next meal, and waiting 48 hours for each specific item he needs, carefully planning the use of the "door." This will undoubtedly greatly increase the difficulty and uncertainty of survival, contradicting Xu Mo's initial intention to continuously improve his strength and pursue a more proactive way of survival.
"Troublesome, so troublesome!" Xu Mo rubbed his temples in frustration. This feeling of being bound by "external things" made him extremely unhappy.
"In that case..." A flash of inspiration struck Xu Mo. An extremely bold, even somewhat whimsical idea suddenly illuminated his thoughts like sunlight breaking through dark clouds.
"Door"... Can I "define" a door that is entirely my own?
Once the idea emerged, it grew rapidly. Xu Mo recalled the core rules of his cheat system: "Door Type Correspondence" and "Identification Guidance." The former relied on the existing portal structure, while the latter guided the type of space connected behind the "door" by affixing specific identification marks.
So, if you choose a specific door, "mark" it as your own in some way, and then affix a unique identifier that belongs only to you, would the space connected to that "door" also become a stable, reusable storage space that belongs only to you?
Just like a personal inventory in an online game, as long as he can "carry" this door, it's equivalent to carrying the entire inventory!
This hypothesis made Xu Mo's heart pound, and he immediately took action to prepare for the experiment.
Xu Mo found some cardboard and a marker, and carefully made a sign that read: "[My Private Storage Room]". Below it, he added a string of codes that he randomly combined to ensure it was unique: "XM-739K#42@ALPha&86Qz".
Xu Mo affixed the sign to the security door of his bedroom on the second floor of his shelter, the door he was most familiar with.
A faint light flickered, and an empty room appeared before Xu Mo's eyes. Behind the door was a dark, enclosed space, seemingly about the same size as his bedroom.
"First step successful!" Xu Mo was overjoyed, at least proving that the special markings could lead to a seemingly "exclusive" space. He immediately placed a can of food inside and then closed the door.
The next 48 hours of waiting felt exceptionally long. Once the cooldown was over, Xu Mo couldn't wait to open the door again—the can of food was still perfectly intact in its original place, exactly as it had been placed there.
"Success! The space is stable!" Xu Mo couldn't hide his excitement, but his caution immediately made him think of the key question: Is this space bound to this specific door, or to this symbol?
Xu Mo peeled off the sign and pasted it on the security door of another bedroom on the same floor, which was slightly different in size and material.
After waiting for the 48-hour cooldown period to expire, Xu Mo activated his cheat ability again, and the door opened smoothly. But when Xu Mo looked inside, his heart sank—it was completely empty; the can of food was gone. It was a brand new, empty space.
Clearly, the same sign placed on different doors opens up different spaces, and these spaces are not related to each other.
Xu Mo pondered for a moment, then took out a machete and forcefully carved a unique, deep "X" shape mark in an inconspicuous corner inside the first experimental security door. Next, Xu Mo carved the exact same mark in the same spot on the second door.
He affixed the sign back to the first marked door, placed a bag of cookies inside, and closed the door. Then, he moved the sign to the second door, which also had an "X" mark.
When the door opened again, it was still empty. Xu Mo was somewhat disappointed; even though the two doors had the same physical markings, the spaces were still not shared.
After numerous rigorous cross-tests, Xu Mo had to accept a fact that was both exhilarating and somewhat frustrating: he had successfully created a stable, time-frozen, and exclusively his own storage space. However, this space was strictly bound to the specific, normal door he had chosen as the "anchor point."
The sign defines the space's "type" as "Xu Mo's private storage room," but the space's "coordinates" and "ownership" are uniquely determined by the specific physical door itself.
Once this door, which serves as an anchor point, is destroyed, it means that Xu Mo will likely permanently lose that space and all the resources within it.
This also means that if Xu Mo wants to use this "mobile warehouse" anytime, anywhere, he must carry this door with him at all times.
Xu Mo looked at the security door in front of him, his expression somewhat complicated. The door was about two meters high and one meter wide, and its weight was indeed considerable. Although with his superhuman strength, carrying it was no problem, what about long-distance travel? What about encountering combat? Carrying a door would greatly reduce his mobility.
"Alright," he finally gave a wry smile, patting the cold metal door panel, "at least this is special. I'm probably the only one carrying a door around in the apocalypse." Self-deprecating as he was, the problem had to be solved. With a change of heart, Xu Mo's eyes cleared.
"It seems that a reliable car is an indispensable part of our future plans."
A sturdy vehicle with ample storage space or a roof rack can not only carry this crucial "door" but also other essential supplies such as fuel, spare parts, and more drinking water. It can even serve as a mobile rest stop and emergency shelter. With a vehicle, the absurdity of carrying the door around is greatly reduced, while its feasibility increases dramatically.