Highway Survival: My RV Has a Few Billion Entries

Billions of people around the world are dumped onto an endless highway. They start with a battered vehicle, a poisonous zone that devours everything at their backs, and bloodthirsty zombies and deadly cold ahead. For half a moldy loaf of bread, some are willing to sell their dignity. For a barrel of gas, brothers turn against each other. Jiang Chen looks at the battered Wuling van before him and slaps on a golden trait: [Perpetual Nuclear Engine]! “Out of gas? Not a chance. This thing could keep driving until the universe ends.” [Body] + [Damage-Reflecting Armor] = Anyone who hits me gets turned into a pile of mush! [Fridge] + [Time Stop] = A piping-hot Manchu-Han Imperial Feast, forever! [Headlights] + [Holy Light] = Blinding the eyes of Cthulhu’s evil gods! While everyone else shivers in the icy wind, wrapped in threadbare quilts and praying the monsters stay away, Jiang Chen lounges in silk pajamas inside his climate-controlled, panoramic RV, sipping wine as the monsters trying to break in are blasted to bits by automated turrets. He sighs helplessly. “Being invincible can be lonely, too.”