10: Chapter 10: Level 3 RV, hot pot for dinner!

The heavy-duty RV sped wildly along the grey-white road.

Along the way, sporadic low-level Aberrants spawned on the roadside, with wooden or black iron supply crates scattered nearby.

Chen Chen steadied the steering wheel with one hand. Relying on the inverted V-shaped collision-proof steel plate on its front, the five-and-a-half-ton steel beast crushed everything in its path without slowing down.

The all-terrain tires ground sand and stone into dust, while the sharp edges of the collision guard sliced through the monsters' bodies.

Flesh and blood were dragged under the vehicle, and the sound of breaking bones echoed continuously beneath the chassis, leaving behind only debris and a pungent smell of blood.

The speed did not decrease.

Chen Chen pushed the car door open a crack and called Shen Wanxing over.

"Touch."

Shen Wanxing reached out her fair hand, her fingertips quickly sweeping over the packages dropped by the monsters and the supply crates on the roadside.

System notifications popped up one after another in Chen Chen's mind.

Double, five-fold, and ten-fold critical hits triggered alternately.

Wood, iron blocks, purified water, canned meat, primary vehicle core fragments... a massive amount of supplies were funneled into the rear compartment like an assembly line.

This combination could be called a dimensional reduction strike.

Resources that others risked their lives for had become roadside stall items that could be picked up at will here.

Looking at the piles of supplies doubling out of thin air, Shen Wanxing felt a sense of security brought by being involved.

After clearing the three wanderers next to the seventh supply crate, the system notification sounded on cue.

[Killed 3 low-level Aberrants, EXP full. Level increased to Lv.3!]

[Received free attribute points: 12.]

Chen Chen pulled up his personal panel and stared at the attribute bar to calculate.

Luck was covered by Shen Wanxing, the living koi fish.

Charisma was a completely useless attribute in apocalypse survival.

Constitution and Agility relied on the god-level talent "Physical Overlimit".

They arrived on time every morning, so there was no need to waste precious points.

His shortcomings were clear.

He split the 12 attribute points equally between "Perception" and "Spirit".

On the wasteland, Strength determined the lower limit, but Perception and Spirit determined whether one could survive to the end.

Perception could capture crises in advance, and Spirit could resist the corruption of high-level monsters.

The moment he finished adding the points, his mind became clear.

The subtle friction of sand and wind against the car windows and the chirping of insects under the sand hundreds of meters away were all amplified infinitely and accurately classified.

His mental barrier was reinforced accordingly; in the future, if he encountered monsters with mental attacks, he wouldn't be completely defenseless.

[Current Perception: 16, Spirit: 16]

He shifted his gaze to the storage space.

The primary vehicle core fragments that Shen Wanxing had found along the way had already been synthesized into three complete primary cores.

"Upgrade vehicle."

[Deducted 3 primary vehicle cores, All-Iron Exoskeleton RV leveled up twice, reaching Lv.3!]

The sound of metal reshaping echoed around the vehicle body.

The rugged iron armor thickened further, rivets the thickness of a finger clamped onto the armor plates, and the protective mesh on the outside of the windows became denser and thicker.

The entire vehicle exuded an indestructible sense of solidity.

Panel data refreshed.

[Vehicle: All-Iron Exoskeleton RV (Lv.3)]

[Defense: 350 (Heavy armor, ignores low-level monster group attacks)]

[Magic Resistance: 10 (Initially equipped with a mental protective layer)]

[Durability: 500/500 (Structure extremely reinforced)]

[Tonnage: 6.2 tons]

[Rear compartment space: 45 cubic meters]

[Fuel consumption: 28L/100km]

[Fuel: 82L/100L]

[External equipment: Heavy collision guard, C-grade turbocharger kit]

[New effect: Internal simple life support circulation system (slightly adjusts interior temperature and air quality, isolates external odors)]

The ventilation vent at the top emitted a slight operating noise.

The lingering smell of dirt and low-quality engine oil in the cabin was quickly extracted and replaced with filtered, dry air.

The temperature also stabilized within a comfortable range.

There were still five kilometers to go to that abandoned service area.

In the passenger seat, Shen Wanbing let out a suppressed groan.

Her straight back hunched over, her hands pressed against her temples, and her fingernails dug deep into her hair.

Her complexion was as pale as paper, cold sweat seeped from her forehead, and even her breathing became rapid.

"Sis, what's wrong?"

Shen Wanxing in the back seat panicked, scrambling forward to hold her shoulders.

Chen Chen glanced over.

Frequently using her god-level talent to analyze road conditions and hidden crises consumed a terrifying amount of mental energy.

Shen Wanbing had the physique of an ordinary person; the fact that she could hold on until now before overdrawing herself was entirely due to the willpower she had honed from years of managing a hundred-billion-dollar conglomerate.

This woman was indeed ruthless, and she was ruthless to herself too.

"I'm fine."

Shen Wanbing's voice was weak but carried a streak of stubbornness, "Just processing high-density information continuously, the brain load is too heavy. I just need to rest a bit."

"Act within your limits. If you die, it's no good for me."

Chen Chen's tone was flat, without any extra comfort, but he eased off the accelerator a little.

The sky suddenly darkened.

The gloomy grey-white sky was swallowed by thick darkness.

An ethereal mechanical female voice rang out across the entire server.

[Night has fallen.]

[The speed of the Death Black Fog has been halved, dropping to 4km/h.]

[Warning: Nighttime monster stats increased by 50%, bloodlust doubled.]

[Survivors in the region today: 951023/1000000.]

The regional chat channel in the bottom right corner of the retina exploded.

"The black fog slowed down! Thank God, I don't have to pedal this broken tricycle anymore, my legs are about to break!"

"Don't be happy too soon! Look outside, those monsters have gone crazy!"

A hair-raising scream came from the voice channel.

"Help! My car window has been smashed! It's coming in—ah!"

"Don't bite me! Someone save me, I'll give you all my water!"

The sound of flesh being torn and bones breaking was transmitted through radio waves into the ears of every survivor.

Some people didn't close their windows tightly to save fuel and were dragged alive into the darkness by mutant monsters.

In just one day, nearly 50,000 people were eliminated.

Panic spread everywhere.

Chen Chen closed the channel.

He quickly calculated today's data in his mind.

He had spent quite a lot of time on the road scavenging for supplies and dismantling abandoned vehicles, so he had only traveled one hundred kilometers in total.

The black fog slowed down to four kilometers per hour, and only six hours had passed since the game started.

Excluding that one-hour newbie protection period, it was currently about 60 kilometers away from them.

Enough for a good night's sleep.

He turned the steering wheel, drove the RV off the main road, and drove behind a tall, leeward rock pillar.

This place was surrounded by stones on three sides and could effectively block the night sandstorms and the sight of wandering monsters.

He turned off the engine and pulled out the key.

"We'll camp here tonight."

Chen Chen got up and walked towards the rear compartment, which had expanded to 45 cubic meters.

After the crazy harvesting along the way, the originally empty iron box was now overflowing with wealth.

He sorted the supplies and stacked them neatly, planning out independent rest and storage areas.

Purified water was stacked in a row against the wall, flour and bread were placed on the upper layer to prevent moisture, and canned food and compressed biscuits were stuffed into storage compartments.

Inventory check: 60 bottles of 500ml purified water, 10 jin of flour, 60 wheat bread rolls, 40 boxes of high-quality self-heating hot pot, 40 pieces of individual compressed biscuits, plus a pile of miscellaneous canned meat and basic seasonings.

This wouldn't be anything in peacetime.

But on the first day of the wasteland, where people would stab each other for half a mouthful of dirty water, this was a dimensional reduction strike level of hamster hoarding.

There was absolutely no need to worry about food and drink for several days.

Looking at the fully loaded shelves, Chen Chen felt an extremely solid sense of security.

He even cleared a space in the corner, specifically for storing high-level materials he might scavenge in the future.

He pulled three boxes of high-quality self-heating hot pot from the pile of supplies.

He took out a windproof lighter and tore open the packaging.

There were ready-made simple utensils in the rear compartment.

He poured in purified water, put in the heating pack, and dumped the beef tallow base, wide vermicelli, beef rolls, and vegetable packets all in at once.

The sound of water rang out, and white steam pushed open the lid.

In less than ten minutes, the rich and domineering scent of beef tallow hot pot permeated the enclosed armored cabin.

The red oil rolled in the boiling water, and the beef rolls gradually changed color.

This extremely domestic smell formed an extremely jarring contrast with the crisis-ridden night outside the car window.