Highway Survival: I Hand-Build a Dump Truck to Haul Goods

The Blood Moon descended, and everyone was dragged into a mist-shrouded highway survival game.

From the start, he had a broken tricycle. In the darkness, terrifying, uncanny creatures roamed and hunted!

While everyone else cowered beneath their vehicles, shaking and fighting desperately over a single piece of bread,

Su Che awakened the one and only hidden class: [Divine and Demonic Artisan], and everything took a sudden turn!

"If traditional Daoist magic can't beat them, then let's bring in heavy industry!"

A gun barrel made from century-old lightning-struck wood? A homemade Gatling gun cobbled together from scrap metal!

Black dog blood instead of engine oil? A modified Bagua array powering a nuclear engine!

And so, the highway horrors met their doom...

Just as the Headless Butcher raised his cleaver to hunt the players, a heavy-metal version of the Great Compassion Mantra suddenly rang out through the mist!

A heavy armored truck, emblazoned with a Taiji symbol and welded all over with spikes, roared past at 180 miles per hour and smashed straight into it!

Su Che leapt out, holding a chainsaw crackling with blue light. "Boundless Heavenly Venerable! Don't run, you creepy brother! My heavy truck needs your yin-energy core for a spark plug!"

An ice-cold female gunner, a half-baked blind fortune-teller, and a husky that devoured metal.

While everyone else fought tooth and nail to survive, Su Che and his oddball team tore down the road, collecting supplies.

Players across the region stared at the world channel, speechless: "Run! That Taoist in the heavy truck is out collecting supplies again!"