Chapter 19: The Last Day of the First Week, You Are Already Unstoppable

In the blink of an eye, it was already Lin Mu’s seventh day here. Tomorrow was the so-called Day of Disaster.

He had no idea how long this period would last.

Lin Mu opened his eyes in bed and began preparing his meal. Once everything was ready, he immediately checked the temperature.

Outside: minus 32 degrees Celsius
Inside: plus 20 degrees Celsius

Perhaps the temperature outside had dropped too low; a single stove was no longer enough to maintain warmth inside the vehicle.

Still, Lin Mu found the temperature tolerable.

With some time to spare, he opened the regional channel.

24,312!

An astonishing number—sixty thousand had died in just three days!

An 80% mortality rate.

But since yesterday, the death toll had started to decrease. In the ten hours from 9 p.m. last night until now, only a few hundred more had died.

The survivors were a clever lot, having figured out how to handle emergencies.

“Anyone got a spare polearm? I need one.”

“Use a bow and keep your distance. I found that dipping arrowheads in gasoline and lighting them works great, especially against furry creatures.”

“Hey, does anyone have extra cotton? Let’s trade.”

“Whoever’s in the Handsome Team, can you contact me and give me the password? I’m really capable too.”

The conversations today were much better than in previous days—finally, the idiots were gone.

Yet Lin Mu found himself missing those fools; after all, they had provided him with so much junk.

With fewer people, the resources Lin Mu could trade for had diminished.

He then checked the team information. Over the past days, the number of teams had increased considerably—now there were over a hundred.

Some teams had grown to more than thirty members, just shy of the fifty-member cap.

But it didn’t matter; Lin Mu’s solo team still held the top spot.

Handsome Convoy: Rank 1, Score 4478.

And that was after he’d used a fair amount of materials; otherwise, his points would be even higher.

The second-place team barely surpassed 4000 points, and that was with over thirty people combined.

Lin Mu shook his head, took a bite of breakfast, and then set out.

From day four onward, a resource chest appeared every four hundred kilometers.

Including the time spent opening chests, dealing with beast attacks, or disaster events, he could at most encounter two waves of resource chests a day.

After midnight, it was considered the next day.

On the fifth day, Lin Mu drove an extra two hundred kilometers late at night but still didn’t find a chest.

The following morning, after covering just three hundred kilometers, he finally came across one.

To get three waves of chests a day, he’d need to increase his driving speed, but that seemed unlikely.

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Over five hours later, Lin Mu spotted the first chest just as noon arrived.

“Not bad, starting off with a golden chest. Let’s hope it doesn’t pull any tricks.”

Lately, the first chest every day had been filled with all sorts of animals, so much so he’d ended up with piles of meat.

He was getting sick of barbecue.

Bang!

Lin Mu rolled his eyes. This time, there were no beasts, but instead—a savage.

A beam of light flashed from the golden chest, and out stepped a wild man over two meters tall, clad in animal pelts, his hair matted into locks, gripping a massive iron club.

Any other vehicle encountering this would be facing certain death.

After acquiring a protective grill for his car’s front end, Lin Mu had spent the past two days upgrading it.

Now, the grill covered the entire vehicle—only the wheels were exposed.

He’d also mounted the weapons he’d obtained to the front.

Savage

Danger Level: S

Recommendation: You are already invincible.

Well, at least it knows me.

Lin Mu slammed the accelerator, rammed straight into the savage, then jerked the wheel. The weapons mounted on his car scraped the savage to the ground.

Wounds gaped across the savage’s legs, blood flowing freely.

Lin Mu grabbed his knife and axe and laid into the savage with wild abandon.

Just like that, he dispatched an S-class threat.

At nearly the same time, everyone else encountered a similar savage.

Unfortunately, they weren’t as lucky as Lin Mu and had to figure out their own solutions.

Congratulations, player, for slaying an S-class savage. Reward: 1 Rough Fur Coat, 1 Iron Club.

That’s it?

An S-class creature, and only two items as reward?

Lin Mu opened his inventory.

Rough Fur Coat: If you have nothing better for warmth, this will help you get by.

Reading this, Lin Mu realized—this was to provide clothing.

He flipped to the regional channel, where it was clear everyone had encountered the same thing.

A welfare beast.

“Damn, that thing nearly scared me to death. Did you see its teeth? Like a shark’s!”

“I just ran. Didn’t even try to fight it.”

“Same here.”

“Are you guys stupid? Without the Rough Fur Coat, how are you going to survive the coming disaster?”

Most chose to fight—anyone who’d made it this far had some smarts.

But a small handful had survived on luck alone.

Lin Mu suddenly remembered he’d gotten a down jacket and pants early on.

He quickly checked.

Down Jacket: The ultimate in warmth. It will see you safely through the coming disaster.

The down pants had the same description.

It seemed his luck was truly extraordinary.

The next nine chests contained nothing but food, materials, and water—utterly ordinary, nothing new.

Even blueprints hadn’t shown up lately.

Lin Mu checked the trading center now and then—there hadn’t been a blueprint in three days.

“It’s over. They must have figured it out.”

At midnight, Lin Mu slept, a small oil lamp casting faint light throughout the car.

But outside, dramatic changes were unfolding.

The highways began to merge and crisscross; a hundred kilometers from each vehicle, two roads became one.

Snow began to fall from the sky—at first in small flakes, then growing heavier with time.

A white blanket gradually covered the ground.

By dawn, the entire planet was cloaked in white.

“Mmm... so comfortable.”

Lin Mu threw off his tiger-skin quilt, and a chill instantly invaded the bedding.

“Hiss! Damn, why is it so cold!”

He hastily put on his down jacket and pants, stuffed wood into the stove, and started the car’s heater.

As the interior slowly warmed, he checked the thermometer.

Seeing the number displayed, he wondered if it was broken.