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"Begin upgrade!"The moment the words left Jake's mouth, the [Vehicle Upgrade Blueprint (Lv.3 → Lv.4)] in his hand dissolved into the motorhome.This upgrade didn't come with the violent shaking he'd been expecting.It felt more like a restructuring that began on some microscopic level.A deep, obsidian-black light spread across the entire motorhome like flowing water.Sitting inside, Raina and Bella felt the space around them warping, stretching.The living area, already spacious to begin with, was now visibly expanding outward.The ceiling rose. The walls thickened. The floor extended.It felt like being inside the belly of some living steel creature, still in the middle of growing.Raina gripped the arm of the couch, watching in disbelief as the view outside the windows climbed higher and grew wider.Bella, with her Engineering specialization, watched in open-mouthed amazement—she could feel every single part of the vehicle, down to the last screw, undergoing some kind of

Midday sunlight sifted through thick lead-gray clouds. The air was heavy with dry, dusty grit and a faint smell of rot.Rumble—The ground trembled as a massive, ink-black steel beast rolled over the broken highway with unstoppable, domineering force.This was the upgraded Level 4 motorhome.Forty tons of terrifying curb weight, paired with four wide tires shimmering with a dull gold sheen under the Indestructible mod, sent a low, rumbling growl through the air as it drove.Up in the second-floor loft's war room, Raina's voice came down through the car's speakers, cool, sharp, and composed."One and a half kilometers ahead, a small convoy, plus a group of zombies—around two hundred or so. Among them..."Raina paused awhile, her tone growing slightly more serious."Besides the zombies, I'm reading two new types of aberrants. One's bloated, entirely green—should be what other players on the regional channel have been calling a 'Corroder.' There are also a few fast ones, good at s

"Trade... trade for what?" a small, bespectacled man asked, working up his nerve."Universal Fuel, purified water, canned luncheon meat, vegetables... even firearms."Jake's voice carried an irresistible pull."3,000 units of scrap metal for one unit of Universal Fuel, or an item of equal value. I don't care where you got it or what you paid for it—I'll pay this rate no matter the source. Whatever you can collect, I'll buy. Cash on delivery, no funny business."Hearing this, the survivors froze in place."Scrap for fuel?!"In this world, what good was scrap metal, anyway?Even a Level 2 vehicle needed at least refined steel to upgrade—plain iron wasn't good for anything.In this world, scrap metal was everywhere—buried in ruins, littering the roadsides in the form of rusted, abandoned cars. It was worthless junk.They stared at Jake in disbelief, wondering if he was messing with them. After all, who in their right mind would trade life-saving supplies for garbage?But Jake, s

Raina nodded. "I'd honestly bet something like that doesn't even exist out here in the Zombie Wasteland. We'll probably have to reach the next map, the Mistlands, before we see one."With that little detour settled, it was time for dinner.Tonight's main course was spicy fire noodles, paired with fried chicken and beer!The supplies dropped by killed monsters covered every kind of food imaginable—you could even find a box of fried chicken seasoned to secret-recipe perfection.So why fire noodles tonight?Simple enough.Bella was on cooking duty, and that girl loved spicy food so much—there wasn't a trace of the quiet, mild-mannered girl she looked like.Jake didn't mind either way.He was pretty fond of fire noodles himself, though Raina didn't seem to have the palate for it.Ever the gentleman, Jake pulled out a salad he'd collected a few days back—food never spoiled in his subspace storage, so there was no worry about it going bad.Raina glanced at him, a little surprised.

[Quality: Rare][Effect: Transfers all creature hostility currently directed at the user onto any designated target within a 500-meter radius. Limited to 1 use per day. Uses remaining: 2.][Side Effect: One hour after use, the user will lose the ability to speak for 24 hours.]So that was the effect—that explained why the Level 3 White Spike had suddenly abandoned Gavin and turned to attack him instead!If his vehicle had been even a little weaker back then, Gavin's little scheme would have gotten him killed.Extraordinary Items and their abilities were genuinely bizarre—there was no way to fully guard against something like that.A faint chill of retrospective fear crept through Jake as he thought it over, the sense of danger quietly resurfacing, completely overshadowing whatever satisfaction he'd felt earlier about leveling the motorhome up to 4."Four more days until the Crucible City quest."Jake put the Scapegoat's Eye away and pulled out five more vials.Three pale blue