Chapter 91: Who Else Is There?!

Eight vehicles? Thirty-three people?

As expected of the Indian crew.

Lin Mu took the core from the eight vehicles and could not help exclaiming in amazement.

How had these people managed to bear it?

Six cores, all Level 3, not a single Level 4.

What a vicious bunch.

The supplies inside the cores were even more pathetic, some of them not even containing twenty slots’ worth.

Tragic. Far too tragic.

“These people, sort them out yourselves.”

Everyone looked at one another in silence.

One of the team members asked in a low voice, “Why not just kill this batch? Maybe we’ll run into others this afternoon.”

“Yeah. Anyway, we can only fit so many people, and we should be able to fill every seat no matter what.”

Lin Mu of course knew what they were thinking.

“Hold off for now. There will definitely be a few waves of supplies later. One more person means one more share of supplies. That’s settled. Move quickly.”

With that, Lin Mu returned directly to his own house.

He sat down in a chair and pulled the tissue from his nose.

“This smell is just too strong. How are they even able to eat curry in a game?”

Every vehicle practically reeked of curry, and so did those people. The odor was overpowering.

Even with their noses blocked, they could still smell it.

No wonder they did not want to keep these people.

Once they were loaded into the vehicles, it would probably take less than ten minutes for the entire car to be filled with that smell.

This time, the convoy remained stationed there for a full hour and a half.

Lin Mu opened the regional channel.

“Why did it stop for so long this time? Didn’t yesterday move pretty fast?”

“Probably based on the time when the last pair finished fighting. Otherwise, why would they always meet at the exact same place?”

“I’ve surrendered twice already, and I still can’t pay off the loan. Any big brother willing to help a little sister? I can come to you in person. [Picture.JPG]”

“The person above is bigger than any of you.”

“...”

It had to be said, that person made a very good point.

From the drone footage, the distance between both sides whenever they met was about the same.

It really might have been that the shelter would only start moving after the last person had finished fighting.

Soon, the shelter began to move again.

It continued forward.

Seen from above, the entire highway was like a massive chessboard, with each shelter like a chess piece traveling along its own road.

Every meeting was a battle.

At the next intersection, a supply crate appeared.

This time there were no beasts and no resentful spirits.

Only the lone crate stood there in the surroundings.

[Congratulations on opening a silver supply crate. You obtained 8,500 liters of gasoline, 850 sheets of talisman paper, and 170 mustard-seed stones.]

Eighty-five times!

Tell me, how could that not feel incredible?

He believed no team could have more supplies than he did.

Even if each item only counted as one point, one crate alone would be worth nearly ten thousand points.

And there were a full fifty crates in this area, which meant five hundred thousand points.

Now tell me who could beat that!

Who could have more points than him? Sure, he was supporting so many people, but consumption was truly very low.

As for those captives, they practically consumed nothing at all.

After all, as long as they did not starve to death, what could they possibly use up?

An hour later, all fifty crates were handled.

Lin Mu curiously opened the vehicle rankings.

[Handsome Convoy (20/30)] First place — 1,821,716 points.

[Rose Convoy (30/30)] Second place — 989,621 points.

[Qin Convoy (28/30)] Third place — 71,112 points.

[...]

In the regional channel, Lin Mu’s twenty-vehicle convoy was far ahead with 1.8 million points.

But it had to be said: if not for his cheat-like skill and the special traits of his vehicles, he might not have been able to outscore others.

Just look at the convoy in second place. They actually had nearly a million points.

It was not that there were no powerful convoys; it was simply that he had never encountered them before.

But there was no helping it. Luck was on his side.

He curiously opened the planet rankings.

[China] Handsome Convoy (20/30) First place — 1,821,716 points.

[China] Rose Convoy (30/30) Second place — 989,621 points.

[Hans] Kutter Convoy (29/30) Third place — 892,841 points.

[...]

[China] Qin Convoy (28/30) Eighth place — 71,112 points.

Among the top ten, China occupied three spots.

Before this, Lin Mu had been the only one in the top ten.

This could be called an opportunity born of war.

No wonder so many people loved making a fortune from war. It really was easy money.

Winning a single battle could net you eighty percent of the opponent’s supplies. How could points not rise quickly?

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, five days had passed.

These days were almost fixed: one battle in the morning, one in the afternoon.

Four waves of supply crates a day.

Lin Mu’s captives were already at full capacity, and each time some of the poorer ones were replaced.

Their daily routine was fixed as well: nine to five, with two days off in six.

That’s right, they even got one rest day.

On that day, the shelter did not move at all.

At the time, their vehicles were parked near a lake. This was the first time Lin Mu had encountered water while traveling.

It could not help but remind him of the second form.

Near the lakeside, Lin Mu and the others had set up a row of tables, with a barbecue grill nearby.

Enjoying the scenery, eating delicious food, and drinking a little alcohol.

What a comfortable life.

If this were not a survival game, it would have been even better.

“Brother Mu, how much longer do you think this will go on? It’s only been a week, and China is down to less than sixty million people. Worldwide, the death toll is nearly a hundred million. When will it ever end?”

The chubby one held a bottle of ice-cold soda, his face full of worry.

Although it was very safe staying with Lin Mu, the deaths of Shu Xin and Gu Wanqing still had given him quite a shock.

Even after so long, it was still vivid in his mind.

Lin Mu stared at the glittering water in the distance and fell into a daze.

End?

Probably when everyone was dead, then it would end.

From the initial five billion people to more than three hundred million now, it had not even been two months.

Lin Mu shook his head. “Live in the present, do not dwell on the past, do not fear the future, and do not waste the rest of your life.”

If you can enjoy yourself, then enjoy yourself. Who knows what the future will bring?

A rare day of rest, and everyone sat here together, savoring the peace.

As night fell, three moons rose into the sky.

Two large, one small. Two yellow, one green.

This was the first time Lin Mu had seen the moon; he had never noticed it before.

He just did not know whether they had always been on the same planet, or whether the planet changed each time.

At midnight, Lin Mu sat in his chair, staring blankly at the screen.

Then a voice suddenly rang out.

“A week has passed. Has everyone been doing well? I don’t know whether you have been well, but I’ve been doing quite nicely.

I’m sure you all noticed the convoy rankings long ago, so now it is time to distribute the rewards. Are you happy?”

Lin Mu’s hand flashed with light, and information about the item in his hand appeared before his eyes.

“Damn! Incredible!”