While everyone else struggles to survive in the apocalypse, I’m living comfortably in my RV.
The red fog descends, and everyone must survive on the road. Others scavenge for trash and kill monsters, then huddle shivering in their drafty vehicles at night.
As for me, I got a D-rank RV from the start, complete with [Incredible Luck].
Bullets curve away from me. Enemies step on mines and blow themselves up. Whatever I need, I get.
While others risk their lives getting out to search for supplies, my RV picks things up automatically, drives itself, and clears the area with a single press of a button on its drone.
When the powerful players are outside fighting tooth and nail over a piece of bread...
I’m already farming, eating hot pot, and playing mahjong with three lovely young women in my RV.
Then, when I collect the tenth Creation Shard, a server-wide announcement rings out:
“The holder’s coordinates will soon be made public. Anyone may claim the shard.”
At that moment, every player on the server stares at my RV fortress and the three heroines behind me, speechless.
