Chapter 74: Not Interested in Knowing? Then Don’t Stay

This round of vehicle modification did not bring any obvious changes. If it weren’t for a new string of text in the vehicle information, he would have suspected that the skill had simply swallowed up his materials.

At eleven o’clock noon, Shu Xin and the others descended from upstairs. Lin Mu, driving the car, asked, “Are you done with the meat?”

“Almost finished. Now we just need to dry it.”

Lin Mu nodded. If it worked, they might as well process all the meat; otherwise, it took up too much space.

“Congratulations, you have opened a Silver Resource Box and obtained: edible oil 1LX10, antidote X30, gasoline 1000L.”

Looking at the resources, he felt no excitement at all. Ten times—was that much? Not really. If he filled up the entire convoy and maximized the personnel, and upgraded the vehicle cores of all cars to Level 4, it wouldn’t be ten times but a hundred times...

But unfortunately, this week he hadn’t seen a single person, not even a corpse. Who knew when he could reach that goal? Never mind a hundred times, even twenty times would be nice.

Lin Mu glanced at the collars in his backpack—so many left unused; it felt like a waste.

After lunch, the vehicles continued their journey. According to the voice’s instructions, this week was the safest week. Thinking back, it was always so. The week before every disaster was “safe”—at least, far fewer deaths than the following week.

It was best to take advantage of this time to gather as many valuable items as possible.

...

At seven in the evening, after finishing the last batch of resource boxes, the convoy stopped. Shu Yi and the chubby boy returned to the vehicle.

Lin Mu stood in place, gazing at the nearby mist. Something seemed off.

“001, how far is the mist?”

“Fifteen meters.”

Hmm? Four meters less again? What kind of calculation was this?

Lin Mu was speechless. If it kept shrinking, the mist would soon touch the vehicle—and what use would his high level be then?

He returned to the car, closed the windows, and opened the panel.

“Will the distance of the mist keep decreasing?”

“Time not reached; cannot disclose.”

“Hey, hey, hey, I’m a player, alright? Isn’t it reasonable to tell me?”

“The final interpretation belongs to the game!”

“...”

Fine, you win.

Lin Mu looked out the window. If they wouldn’t say, so be it—he’d find out sooner or later, or just ask again tomorrow.

They cooked and ate, everyone resting in the back. It was still early; no rush to sleep.

Lin Mu leaned back in his chair, waiting for midnight. If the voice appeared, he would listen to what it had to say. Even if it said nothing, it would at least announce when tomorrow’s explanation would begin.

“Given the situation, it must be poisonous mist; everything is so well prepared.”

“So what if it is?” Jiang Ying shrugged.

She didn’t care what disaster unfolded outside. As long as there was food and drink, that was enough—too high expectations would only make things worse.

“Jiang Ying, you really lack ambition. Don’t you want to drive outside?”

“No, it’s too dangerous out there.”

Shu Xin paused, realizing the reason was sound.

The only one who didn’t fit in was Wang Changjun, still twitching in the corner. Even after several days, he had not integrated into the team—nor did he want to.

He spent every day studying the collar around his neck.

Lin Mu glanced at Wang Changjun through the rearview mirror and shook his head. Some people were never satisfied.

He opened the regional channel to check the messages.

“Zone 62”—194,000 people.

“I’m about to give up! Seriously, it’s impossible to survive. The mist is less than ten meters from me.”

“That’s nothing; mine’s less than eight meters now. Who knows what’s going on?”

“Anyone got spare defensive gear? Sell me some!”

“Anyone have vehicle cores? Can you sell me a few?”

“...”

It seemed the mist was closing in on everyone. The lower the level, the closer the mist.

He still had the advantage.

Lin Mu switched on the headlights; the mist vanished instantly, extending more than fifty meters ahead.

So he didn’t worry much.

Moreover...

The four lights atop the vehicle blazed to life; the mist on both sides dissipated by about ten meters.

He didn’t know about others, but he could have as many lights as he wanted.

Activating the modification skill:

“I want lights in every direction around the vehicle.”

If uncertain, just wish for it.

Option 1: Four standard spotlights per side—iron ingots X8, silver ingots X2, copper ingots X4, glass X8, plastic X4.

Option 2: Four standard mist-dispelling spotlights per side—iron ingots X4, mithril ingots X10, glass X4, plastic X4.

Perfect!

“Choose option two!”

Once Lin Mu made his selection, a ripple appeared atop the vehicle, and twelve spotlights gradually materialized around the remaining directions.

Bang!

Twelve lights illuminated, casting brightness over thirty meters; the mist vanished.

Who else could compare?

Everyone was drawn to the sudden light shining from both sides.

Seeing the scene outside the window, their eyes widened in shock.

What was happening??

They all looked at Lin Mu—had he managed to get new equipment again?

If they could keep this effect next week, would they not be invincible?

Hopefully, nothing unexpected would happen.

11:59 PM.

Except for Wang Changjun, who had returned to his room, everyone else remained.

They were all curious—was the next week simply poisonous mist?

At midnight, the voice appeared right on time.

“Let me see—are all of you waiting for my voice... Hmm, it seems some people do not wish to know about the new disaster. In that case, there’s no reason to keep them.”

Lin Mu’s pupils contracted—what was going on!

He quickly opened the regional channel.

“Zone 62”—167,000 people.

Over twenty thousand had vanished.

“Player Zhang Lei died for unknown reasons.”

“Player Chen Dusheng died for unknown reasons.”

“Player Wang Chunhua died for unknown reasons.”

“...”

Blood-red text filled the entire screen.

He closed the regional channel and opened the global channel.

“Global Channel”—630 million people.

Still, swathes of blood-red text.

This...

Lin Mu felt fortunate to have waited here; otherwise...

His expression changed. “Chubby, go check on Wang Changjun on the third floor!”

That was a valuable resource; he must not die.

Chubby hurried upstairs.

“All right, the useless ones have been cleared away. Let’s get back to business.

Looking at your preparations, you’ve all worked hard—supplies are plentiful.

Congratulations, you now qualify to survive.

Prepare yourselves for the Mist Labyrinth. Let us begin.”

Buzz!