All Chapters of God Mode RV Reigns the Apocalypse: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

[Welcome to Roadbound.][This is a migration for all of humanity—and a flight with no finish line.][Whether you were a billionaire or a beggar, you all start equal—one vehicle, one life.][Your vehicle could be a plane, a tank, a taxi, a bicycle, a sports car, a fire truck, a subway train... Whatever you get, you'll automatically learn to drive it.][The road beneath you stretches on forever. It's your only path forward.][Remember—don't look back.][The Gray Mist is chasing you. Its speed is constant, and it consumes every living thing in its path.][Scavenge supplies. Upgrade your ride. Survive this deadly highway.]A cold, synthetic voice detonated deep inside his skull. Jake Maddox's eyes snapped open.The familiar ceiling of his bedroom was gone. In its place: a windshield.Beyond the glass, the sky was the color of dirty ink—heavy, suffocating, pressing down like a lid.He was in the driver's seat, both hands wrapped around a black steering wheel."I transmigrated?"

Night fell.The wasteland wind was no longer the dry heat of daytime—it had turned into a bone-piercing blade of steel.A glance in the rearview mirror showed no trace of that all-consuming gray fog wall. He'd left it far behind.Jake drove with one hand while opening the system interface to check the blood-red countdown:[Time Until Gray Mist Arrives: 08:59:32][Distance from Gray Mist: Approx. 270 km]Jake pulled the RV behind a sheltered dirt mound and engaged the handbrake.Even with "Infinite Fuel," he couldn't drive forever.People needed rest. And the vehicle needed it even more.Especially that left front tire—the status panel was still showing moderate wear.'I need to find a tire and some repair tools, fast.'Jake took a breath and surveyed his motorhome.This Lv.1 civilian RV wasn't exactly spacious. Aside from the driver's cabin, the living area was barely two meters wide and three meters long.A simple fold-out table. Two rows of bench seats facing each other—

The night passed without incident.Jake stretched and climbed out of the narrow 1.2-meter bed. This was his first night in this apocalyptic world—and he hadn't slept well, drifting in and out of consciousness the entire time.He opened the system first thing.[Time Until Gray Mist Arrives: 04:54:02]He'd driven another three hours last night; otherwise, the mist would have caught up by now. Sure, his motorhome had infinite power, but the Gray Mist was like a cancer—always there, always chasing, always gnawing at the back of his mind.Jake headed to the bathroom to wash up. The mirror reflected a face that looked about eighteen or nineteen—clean-cut features, black hair, eyes that were sharp but carried a quiet distance. There was a cool, calm stillness about him.After freshening up, Jake returned to the driver's seat and made himself a bowl of instant noodles. He ate while scrolling through the regional chat.After a night of the cold front's purge, the survivor count had settl

Outside the window, Lisa's screams had faded.Jake sat in the driver's seat, his knuckles white against the steering wheel—not from fear, but from an icy, razor-sharp focus. Adrenaline still surged through his veins, making every sensation around him feel hyper-clear.'I've got five minutes, max.'He glanced in the rearview mirror at the bloody mess and the agility-type zombie hunched over it, tearing into the remains with savage hunger. Tier 1 agility-types fed fast. Once it finished with the woman, it would likely head back to the military helicopter.Right now, his RV was at 5% durability. All four tires were shredded. If this thing died on him, he'd be the zombie's next meal.'I have to finish the upgrade before it finishes eating.'About five kilometers later, Jake reached his destination. He shoved the door open and jumped out. The cold wind cut across his face like a blade, but he barely felt it.The downed military helicopter lay before him—its player long since dragged

'I need to level up—fast!'Jake's eyes burned with an intensity fiercer than hunger. 'To pull ahead, to really plant my feet in this world... I can't keep scavenging scraps like this.'He glanced outside. It had been a while since he'd seen a supply crate. They were getting sparse now. That meant the road ahead had already been picked clean by Dennis or whoever else had gotten there first.Settle for leftovers? No.Jake gripped the wheel, his gaze dropping to the alloy ram—still streaked with black blood. "Time to be the hunter. No more crates? No problem. I'll hunt monsters instead."He floored it. The massive black RV roared back onto the highway.This time, he didn't swerve around the zombies.Fifty kilometers later, he spotted a cluster of them—seven or eight shambling figures blocking the road. A savage grin spread across his face."Hunting time."CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH!Dull, heavy impacts echoed across the empty highway, punctuated by the crack of snapping bones. The