30: Chapter 30: The entries for Shen Wanbing and Jiang Yanxue have been upgraded again!

The regional channel was still going crazy.

The military's olive branches, the Jiang Consortium's sky-high recruitment offers, and private messages from various factions, both overt and covert—the notification number in the top right corner of the virtual panel had jumped to three digits and was still climbing.

Chen Chen glanced at it.

He first added the 12 newly acquired points to Perception and Mental Power, bringing both to 28!

He closed it.

He didn't even mark them as read.

"Noisy."

Watching his decisive action of cutting off all external communications, Shen Wanbing wanted to say something but hesitated.

She knew the weight of Jiang Jiuyou's message better than anyone—the Jiang Consortium's Shadow Division was a gray power that even the Shen family dared not easily provoke.

The woman ranked eighth on the leaderboard had said "I myself can also be a bargaining chip" in front of the entire server, which was tantamount to showing her underwear to 860,000 people.

He didn't even bat an eyelid at such a bargaining chip.

Chen Chen pulled the chain glowing with a cold, ghostly blue light from his storage backpack.

Space Traction Chain.

The chain links were thicker than a thumb, each ring engraved with dense micro-runes; it felt ice-cold to the touch, yet its weight was unnaturally light.

A unique item, the only one in the entire District 069.

He walked off the vehicle and stood in the middle of the road.

The remains of the Tyrant were spread all over the ground.

Although the mountain of flesh, pierced through the middle by the RV, was broken into two, its volume was still ridiculously large, with the thickest part piled over three meters high.

Dark purple mutant blood pooled into streams on the gravel ground, the stench so thick it choked the lungs.

Chen Chen hooked one end of the chain to the armored trailer hitch at the rear of the RV, snapping it shut with a click.

He threw the other end out.

The moment the chain extended into the air, the runes lit up.

Ghostly blue light seeped from between the links, and the entire chain wrapped around the largest remaining part of the Tyrant three times, automatically tightening.

The chain embedded itself into the rotting wall of flesh, locking it tight.

Under normal circumstances, this thing would weigh at least seven or eight tons.

Having an eleven-ton RV drag it along was no different from suicide.

But the rule description of the Space Traction Chain was very clear—it ignores certain laws of physical weight.

Chen Chen wiped the slime off his hands and climbed back into the driver's seat.

He turned the key.

The C-grade turbocharged engine roared, and the exhaust pipe spewed out scorching fumes.

He shifted gears and stepped on the gas.

The vehicle body paused for a moment.

The chain pulled taut, and the glow of the runes flared up.

Then—it moved.

The seven or eight tons of Tyrant remains were forcibly dragged off the ground by the traction of the chain, with the flesh and bone fragments at the bottom plowing two deep trenches into the road.

The RV, carrying this massive mountain of flesh, drove back onto the gray-white road.

The scene in the rearview mirror was extremely absurd.

A dark-colored mobile heavy fortress with two heavy machine guns mounted on the roof, dragging a mountain-sized Tyrant corpse behind it.

The corpse bounced and rolled on the road, and with every jolt, it flung out large chunks of purple-black flesh, painting a four-meter-wide trail of blood on the highway.

Something even more outrageous happened.

Two kilometers ahead, a dozen or so low-level Aberrants were wandering by the roadside.

When the roaring RV approached, their reaction wasn't to pounce—but to lie down.

All at once.

The dozen or so gray-purple monsters buried their heads in the sand, their limbs pressed tight against the ground, trembling violently.

The residual Tier 2 pressure and strong blood aura on the Tyrant's remains crushed the animal instincts of these low-level creatures to pieces.

They didn't even have the courage to look up.

The road was clear all the way.

Later, Chen Chen discovered that the radiation range of this effect was excessively large.

Wherever the RV passed, all low-level monsters within a five-hundred-meter radius prostrated themselves.

A few brave ones tried to stand up, but as soon as their knees straightened, they went soft again, kneeling on the spot and shivering.

Dragging a Tyrant-class corpse while speeding down the doomsday highway, with ten thousand monsters prostrating and all evil retreating.

This scene, if posted on the channel, would scare people out of their minds.

Inside the vehicle.

Jiang Yanxue leaned against the armored wall, staring through the metal protective mesh at the mountain of flesh being dragged behind.

Her SS-rank talent could sense the pressure dissipating from the Tyrant's remains—when that thing was alive, she wouldn't have even had the confidence to get within fifty meters of it.

Now, it was tethered to the back of this man's vehicle by a chain, just like walking a dog.

Shen Wanbing sat in the passenger seat, wiping away the residual blood from the corners of her eyes and nostrils.

She had turned off the channel a long time ago, but her mind kept spinning.

Jiang Jiuyou.

She was all too familiar with that woman's name.

The actual controller of the Jiang Consortium's Shadow Division, whose methods were even more ruthless than Shen Wanbing's own.

Ranked eighth on the leaderboard, anyone who could break into the top ten on the third day of this death game was definitely not just a pretty face.

She had bowed her head to recruit Chen Chen in front of the entire server.

Chen Chen hadn't even replied with a punctuation mark.

Shen Wanbing turned her head to look at the driver's seat.

The man rested one hand on the steering wheel, his gaze fixed straight ahead, with no pride or hesitation on his face—just pure indifference.

It wasn't an act.

She had been in the business world for over a decade and had seen too many people use "disdain" to mask their anxiety.

Chen Chen was different.

He truly viewed the sky-high bargaining chips of those top factions as mere noise.

The reason was simple.

The heavy machine guns were on the roof, the steering wheel was in his hands, and three women with god-tier talents were sitting beside him.

He alone was a fully organized combat unit.

Why would he need to live under someone else's shadow?

The moment this realization settled, something that had been hanging in Shen Wanbing's chest quietly relaxed.

She had bet correctly.

Waking up on this wreck of a car on the first day was the greatest stroke of luck in her life.

In the back row.

Shen Wanxing sat cross-legged on the hard bed, her windbreaker zipper only half-pulled, revealing the lines of her collarbone and neck.

She stared at the broad back in front of her for a very, very long time.

Then she did something she hadn't even expected herself.

She stood up, stepped barefoot across the metal floor, and walked to the side of the driver's seat.

Chen Chen turned his head to look at her.

Shen Wanxing bent down, cupped his face with both hands, and pressed hard against his lips for three seconds.

When their lips parted...

She blushed to the roots of her hair, took half a step back, her eyes shining a bit too brightly.

This was the willing response of a woman who had been thoroughly protected.

Jiang Yanxue watched this scene from three steps away, the cloth she was using to wipe her repeating crossbow stopping.

Three years of classmates at an elite girls' school.

This girl had grown up surrounded by fans and flowers, as clean as a blank sheet of paper.

Now, this blank sheet of paper had taken the initiative to kiss a man covered in Tyrant blood.

And right in front of her.

Jiang Yanxue threw the cloth onto her lap and leaned back against the armored wall, holding her repeating crossbow.

It wasn't jealousy running through her mind.

She was thinking about something else.

Jiang Jiuyou had called out to recruit him in front of the entire server, offering "myself" as a bargaining chip.

Chen Chen didn't accept.

And the three women on his vehicle—the billionaire CEO, the national idol, the eldest daughter of the Black Dragon Society—none of them were forced to stay.

Shen Wanbing had made the judgment herself.

Shen Wanxing had given her heart herself.

She, Jiang Yanxue, had been the one to say the word "fine."

This man never relied on empty words to recruit people.

He relied on the fact that when he carried you out of a horde of corpses, his heart rate didn't exceed 120.

He relied on the fact that after crushing a mutant dog's head with his bare hands, he knocked on the door and said "delivery."

He relied on the fact that while dragging a mountain of Tyrant flesh and speeding down the doomsday highway, with ten thousand monsters prostrating, he couldn't even be bothered to roll up the car window.

Jiang Yanxue gripped the empty water bottle in her hand.

Following such a person, you either die on the road or stand at the finish line.

There is no third option.

And yet—she was into this kind of thing.

[Ding! Detected a change in the karmic relationship with a confidante.]

The system notification sound jumped four times in Chen Chen's mind.

[Shen Wanxing Favorability: Lv.3 (Progress 88%)!]

[Jiang Yanxue Approval Rating increased! Trait [Slaughter Feast / Loot Plunder] upgraded to Lv.2! Unlocked new characteristic: Slaughter Absorption—killing monsters can slightly restore the host's stamina!]

[Shen Wanbing allegiance secured! Trait [Daily Supply Blind Box] upgraded to LV.3! Guarantees a Bronze-grade or higher survival item or rare blueprint daily!]

Three traits evolved simultaneously.

Logistics output doubled, combat endurance maxed out, and resource drops solidified.

Chen Chen's mouth twitched, and he pressed the accelerator down a little deeper.

The two-hundred-kilometer journey was wiped clean under the deterrent of the Tyrant leading the way.

No monsters blocked the road, and no players dared to approach.

Survivors passing by on the way, seeing the massive remains being dragged by the chain through their windows, either killed their engines and played dead or frantically steered their vehicles toward the roadside.