Everyone transmigrated to an endless wasteland, where each person started with a leaky, beat-up car.
On nights when the temperature dropped to minus forty degrees, everyone else huddled in their wrecks, shivering.
But An Yang was eating beef tripe hot pot and drinking ice-cold cola in his indestructible battle vehicle.
That was because he had awakened a god-tier Treasure Chest System:
Each time he reached a new safe zone, he would receive a god-tier treasure chest.
While everyone else risked their lives fighting over blueprints and supplies, he could casually open a chest and get a Gatling gun with unlimited ammo.
While others fought over a bite to eat, his vehicle was piled high with more delicious food than he could finish.
Even a stunning CEO with a curvy figure came to his window in a humble plea for help, clutching an out-of-print blueprint.
An Yang glanced at the blueprint and curled his lip in disdain.
"What kind of trash is this? You got anything else to offer?"
Then one day, the ear-piercing survival announcement rang out again:
"The final purge has begun."
"The safe zones on this map will no longer be refreshed."
"Evacuate immediately, before the exit closes."
Countless survivors waited in despair for death as they faced a million-strong tide of zombies.
An Yang simply wiped his mouth and started the heavy weapons on his battle vehicle, their ammunition supply endless.
"Buckle up." An Yang slammed the gas pedal to the floor.
"We're heading to the new map... to keep opening chests."
After reading it, I think it's okay. The author should continue writing.
The plot is not procrastinating. My favorite RV. . Like