We're Already Fighting to Survive on a Bus. Who Has Time to Spoil Them?

Ten billion people around the world were thrown onto an endless highway.

Jiang Ye was the only licensed driver on the bus, and the only one who knew how to repair it.

But after their first expedition, the thirteen celebrities, influencers, and heiresses riding with him held a vote.

“You're the only man on the bus, so of course you should be the one to face the danger.”

“From now on, you get off and scout ahead every time. Any supplies you find will be distributed among everyone.”

“You can take that F-class bus for yourself.”

“Your job is to repair the bus, scout ahead, and fight.”

“We'll manage the supplies.”

Jiang Ye quit the team on the spot.

At the same time, Jiang Ye awakened a hidden class: Last Bus Driver. He was bound to a scrapped double-decker bus abandoned in an underground parking garage.

Other people's maps showed only the next stop.

His route map marked treasure chests, danger, hidden stops, survivors, dead-end routes, and special tickets.

While others fought over a piece of bread, Jiang Ye already had a water purifier and a kitchen on his bus.

While others huddled under curtains to keep warm, Jiang Ye was eating hotpot in his bedroom with the heater blowing.

While others begged on their knees for a seat, his bus had already been upgraded into a mobile fortress cutting through a world in ruins.

Later, those women, covered in blood, blocked the highway.

“Jiang Ye, help us!”

The bus doors slowly opened.

Jiang Ye pointed to the fare board lighting up beside the door.

“It's survival on a bus now. Who says I have to cater to you?”