You Said We'd Flee the Apocalypse, So Why Are You Playing Red Alert and Raising an Army?

Ten billion people across the globe are dumped into a poisonous, fog-choked wasteland. From the start, all he has is a beat-up tracked vehicle, while billions of bloodthirsty mutants lurk outside!

Food is scarce and monsters roam everywhere. Others risk their lives against zombies for half a moldy loaf of bread, or even sell their dignity.

But Chu Ze awakens the [Military-Industrial Cube], which can not only upgrade anything infinitely, but also assemble an army right inside his vehicle!

A single-cylinder engine jumps straight to micro nuclear fusion!

Rusty sheet metal becomes transcendent vibranium armor!

An old matchlock transforms into a space-based electromagnetic cannon!

While every other survivor drives a battered three-wheeled cart, shivering and desperately calling for help amid the zombie horde,

Chu Ze’s vehicle has become a land-walking beast as vast as a mountain!

Ten thousand main battle tanks clear the way ahead, a swarm of drones provides cover overhead, and goddesses of every race pick strawberries for him inside the vehicle.

Gazing at the mythical-grade beast tide blocking his way, Chu Ze lifts his glass of red wine and calmly says, “The one-hundred-thousand-strong combined mecha corps, listen up. Flatten that city ahead!”