13: Chapter 13: Physique Increases by 40 Points, People and Monsters Getting Stronger Every Night

Morning in the wasteland.

Chen Chen opened his eyes.

The life-support system inside the cabin emitted a very faint humming sound, isolating the bitter cold and sandstorms outside.

This small metal box provided the most luxurious sense of security in the apocalypse.

He sat up and looked out through the window, which was reinforced with heavy protective mesh.

Under the grayish-white daylight, three or four gray-skinned Aberrants were circling the RV.

One of them, slightly larger in size, was lying on the inverted V-shaped bumper plate at the front of the vehicle, opening its fang-filled mouth and gnawing on the dark gray armored metal.

Chen Chen expressionlessly pulled up the vehicle panel.

[Durability: 488/500]

It had been gnawing all night without even breaking through the layer of paint, causing only twelve points of durability loss.

Shifting his gaze, he opened his personal attribute panel.

Midnight had passed.

The passive effect of the god-tier talent "Physical Overlimit" resolved right on time.

[Constitution: 40 (+10)]

[Agility: 21 (+5)]

[Perception: 16]

[Spirit: 16]

There were no cultivation bottlenecks, and no need for life-or-death struggles.

As long as he survived past midnight, his body's muscle fibers and neural reaction speed would be forcibly enhanced once.

Chen Chen clenched his fists, causing a series of crisp pops from his joints, and the pleasure of being filled with power surged straight up his spine to his brain.

With a slight movement of his mind, he opened the RV Hongyan System.

Shen Wanbing's favorability had increased last night, and her exclusive entry had evolved.

"Extract today's supply blind box."

[Ding! Bronze-grade supply blind box has been issued.]

A metal square box with a dull copper luster appeared out of thin air on the passenger seat.

Chen Chen caught the latch with one hand and flipped it open.

Inside the box, three pieces of military equipment emitting a cold light were neatly arranged.

[Black Iron-grade Tactical Bulletproof Vest: Made of polymer composite materials, it significantly reduces blunt force impact and can withstand the claws and teeth of low-level Aberrants.]

[Black Iron-grade Multifunctional Tactical Goggles: Equipped with night vision and anti-glare functions, including motion tracking assistance in low-light environments.]

[Black Iron-grade Armor-Piercing Military Dagger: Forged from high-carbon steel with a deepened blood groove. Ignores 20% of the target's base physical defense when attacking.]

Good stuff.

Chen Chen's current weakness was a lack of professional protection and armor-piercing weapons.

The previous ordinary tactical knife was fine for dealing with low-level monsters, but it easily chipped when hitting tough targets.

He took off his top and put on the tactical vest.

Tightening the adjustment straps on both sides, the composite material perfectly conformed to his full, hard pectoral and abdominal muscles.

He hung the goggles around his neck and casually slid the gleaming armor-piercing dagger into the tactical strap on his outer thigh.

After changing into this gear, the rugged aura he possessed vanished, replaced by the oppressive quality of a professional killing machine.

He turned and walked toward the back of the cabin.

On the old mattress, the two women were just waking up.

The cold light from the ceiling of the cabin shone down.

Shen Wanbing's meticulously groomed long hair was slightly messy, the collar of her high-end professional shirt was still torn open, revealing a large expanse of eye-catching snow-white skin that rose and fell with her breathing. Her long legs, wrapped in ultra-thin black silk stockings, were crossed, exuding a decadent, messy beauty.

Shen Wanxing, sleeping on the inside, was wrapped in an old blanket.

Her fragrant shoulders were half-exposed, and a layer of delicate crimson that had not yet faded flushed her flawless, fair skin.

The silver backless evening gown she wore had been crumpled into a miserable state last night, its shoulder straps having slipped down, leaving a large expanse of snowy, delicate shoulders and back completely exposed.

After last night's tossing and turning, the girl had lost some of her aloof, unworldly air and gained a bit of ripe, feminine charm.

Shen Wanbing sat up, pressing her throbbing temples.

Her brain experienced a brief shutdown.

She clearly remembered that last night, she had fallen asleep curled up in the freezing cold passenger seat.

How did she wake up lying on the warm mattress in the back?

Could it be...

She suddenly looked down.

Her gaze quickly scanned her own body.

Shirt, pencil skirt, black silk stockings on her legs... other than the original damage, there were no traces of anyone having forcibly removed them or treated her roughly.

Her body also didn't feel any unusual soreness.

That man didn't touch her.

But she clearly had an extremely absurd dream last night.

In the dream, heat waves rolled, the cabin shook, and there were Shen Wanxing's irrepressible, soft sobs.

Shen Wanbing's gaze moved along the edge of the blanket and finally fixed on the sheet beneath Shen Wanxing.

A patch of dark red bloodstains was extremely eye-catching against the grayish-white fabric.

Shen Wanbing's breath hitched.

The calmness she had cultivated after years of rising and falling in the business world cracked at this moment.

She looked at the bloodstain, then at her sister's face, which still bore traces of lingering passion.

A logical chain she deemed reasonable closed in her mind.

Chen Chen was a normal adult man with absolute power and dominance.

He had carried her frozen self back to the bed last night, and the condition was... Shen Wanxing had replaced her and paid the price.

"Shen Wanxing... did you give your body to him last night?"

Shen Wanbing's voice was dry.

As an older sister, she actually had to rely on her younger sister selling her body to earn the right to sleep peacefully in the car.

"Morning."

Chen Chen leaned against the metal cabin wall in the aisle, arms crossed, smiling as he watched the pair of sisters.

His gaze lingered for two seconds on Shen Wanxing's exposed shoulders.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Shen Wanbing looked up, her eyes extremely cold, as if looking at a thug taking advantage of a crisis.

Chen Chen couldn't be bothered to deal with the ice-mountain CEO's overactive imagination.

He walked over, his large palm landing directly on top of Shen Wanxing's head, ruffling her long hair.

"Get up, little lazy cat."

The tone remained the same, yet it carried the familiarity of one of his own.

Shen Wanxing didn't dodge.

Meeting her sister's heartbroken gaze, her small face flushed red, and even her ears seemed ready to drip blood.

"Sister..."

Shen Wanxing bit her lower lip, her voice as faint as a mosquito's, yet exceptionally clear,

"Don't misunderstand. I was willing."

Shen Wanbing froze in place.

Watching her sister lower her head to tidy her clothes, she saw no forced humiliation in her eyes, but rather a sense of security from having found someone to rely on.

This realization felt even more absurd to Shen Wanbing than if she had been forced.

In just one day.

Jiangcheng's high-and-mighty national idol had so willingly warmed the bed for a strange man.

But this was the survival law of the wasteland.

The atmosphere fell into a brief silence.

Chen Chen didn't bother with the sisters' psychological processing and turned to take out breakfast from the storage compartment.

Three boxes of self-heating canned beef, plus a few fresh wheat breads traded for last night.

The heating packs boiled upon contact with water, and the rich aroma of meat quickly filled the cabin.

The three sat around the bed, eating until they were sweating, washing it down with warm water.

Compared to the survivors outside who were killing each other for half a mouthful of dirty water or suffering frostbite amputations in sub-zero temperatures, this hot breakfast was nothing short of a divine treat.

Just as they finished eating.

That ethereal, pleasant mechanical female voice rang out in all the players' minds without warning.

[Night survival settlement complete.]

[Number of deaths in the 069 Novice Area last night: 84,512.]

[Total survivors in the current area: 866,511 / 1,000,000.]

In one night, over eighty thousand people had turned into dry bones.

The bread in Shen Wanxing's hand fell onto the mattress, her face turning slightly pale.

Shen Wanbing also put down her chopsticks, her brows furrowed tightly.

The broadcast had not ended.

[System additional prompt: Daylight has arrived, the advancement speed of the Death Black Fog has returned to normal.]

[Survival difficulty increment mechanism activated: Every 24 hours, all base attributes of all Aberrant monsters will be forcibly increased by 1%.]

[Staying in one place is a dead end. Players, please floor the gas pedal.]

Chen Chen's eyes darkened slightly.

Monsters getting 1% stronger every day.

This meant that low-level monsters that could be easily stabbed to death with a knife yesterday could potentially become invincible iron turtles in a month.

Thinking about staying in the car and muddling along on hoarded supplies was purely waiting for death.

He must constantly scavenge for high-level resources, upgrade the vehicle, and strengthen himself.