Highway Survival: My Vehicle Is Somehow Me

Multiple heroines, slow-burn feel-good story. The male lead is scheming, and his moral standards in the apocalypse are low. Readers who mind should steer clear.

Ji Erlang opened his eyes to find that he had transmigrated into an apocalypse where everyone had to survive on the road.

Other people's System: Vehicle detected. Binding successful!

Ji Erlang's System: Will of another world detected... Failed to eliminate... Self-destruct sequence initiated... Bzzzt... System mutated. Binding successful! Vehicle: the player himself.

Ji Erlang: ??? Everyone else is surviving on the road, and I'm running a human marathon?

Luckily, the System gave him a compensation skill: “This Isn't a Kindergarten Bus.” From then on, he could pedal a shared bike faster than an electric scooter.

Just as he was cursing under his breath and preparing to lie low for eight hours before heading home to do nothing, a “pure and innocent campus belle” zombie pounced on him. When he killed it, it dropped a spatial ring.

Ji Erlang's eyes lit up as he stared at the ring. Since I'm already here, why not make a big score before I leave?

And so the apocalypse took a strange turn:

While everyone else killed zombies to stock up on resources and survive, he rode his shared bike to loot jewelry stores.

While everyone else teamed up to fight bosses and claim territory, he watched the countdown: X hours till I go home. Better grab another haul!

When the eight-hour countdown reached zero, Ji Erlang happily pressed the “Leave” button and returned to Blue Star with a ring full of gold.

He thought the story was over.

But before he could even sell much of the gold, the System flashed a red warning:

[Abnormal energy is dissipating. Your body will collapse in 24 hours.]

[Return to your original world immediately.]

Ji Erlang stared at the screen in silence for ten seconds, then swore.

“So all that gold in my ring... I have to take it back there to spend it?”