The world of disaster: become the admin of the shelter

Cris slowly opened his eyes, blinking as he adjusted to the dim lighting of the admin room. He sat up, rubbing his face as he muttered to himself. "So... it's not a dream, huh?"

He stretched his arms before getting up from the bed. Looking at the mirror in the room, he saw his well-built body once again and smirked. "Still feels weird to have a body like this... but I'm not complaining."

After putting on his armor, it automatically adjusted and secured itself around him. He took a deep breath and stepped outside the room.

The door slid open, and standing right beside it was Trixie, his AI companion.

"Good morning, Master. How was your sleep?" Trixie asked in her usual calm and slightly cheerful tone.

Cris gave a small nod. "It was great. Probably the best sleep I've had in years."

Trixie seemed pleased by his response. "I am glad to hear that. A well-rested body improves efficiency."

Cris glanced at the system screen, expecting a new quest, but nothing popped up. He frowned. "Huh. No quests? That's weird."

Since the system wasn't giving him a task, he turned to Trixie. "Hey, is there anything I can fix around here? The shelter is still kinda messed up."

Trixie processed his question for a moment before responding. "Yes, Master. The shelter's maintenance system is currently offline.

The maintenance system is responsible for keeping the shelter in optimal condition and ensuring all functions run smoothly. However, when the shelter was abandoned, my connection to the system was cut off."

Cris sighed and crossed his arms. "Let me guess... the maintenance system is deep in the shelter, right? And there's probably a bunch of those Zeezos lurking around?"

Trixie nodded. "That is a high possibility. The maintenance hub is located in the lower levels of the shelter, where access has been lost for a long time."

Cris rubbed his chin, thinking. "That sounds way too risky for now. Anything else that needs fixing?"

Trixie processed again before replying, "Yes. The shelter's ventilation system is partially damaged.

The air circulation is weak, and the shelter requires proper airflow for long-term survival. Repairs are needed to restore fresh air to the entire facility."

Cris let out a deep breath. "Alright. That sounds more manageable. Where is it located?"

Trixie turned slightly and gestured toward a hallway. "This way, Master. I will guide you."

Cris cracked his neck, readying himself. "Alright, lead the way, Trixie. Let's get this done."