Highway Survival for All: My RV's Infinite Evolution

The setting sun was like blood, its afterglow spilling onto the scorched and burning battlefield.

The smoke of gunpowder still lingers at the eastern entrance of Busan.

As the Tyrant Alliance's convoy receded like a tide, the land, which had just experienced the roar of machine guns, fell silent.

Thousands of solo players, like groundhogs emerging from their burrows, peeked out from behind their cover.

They looked in the direction the Overlord Alliance had left, then at the ruins scattered on the ground, and finally, their gazes all focused on the spotless, black monument-like Level 6 motorhome standing in the center of the ruins.

It felt like a dream.

The once invincible Wolf Guild, that behemoth that entrenched itself here, sucking blood, killing, and stealing women, just like that... disappeared?

Just half an hour ago, they were lambs to the slaughter.

Now, the hunter is dead.

"The Wolf Guild... is it really wiped out?"

In the crowd, someone spoke first, their voice trembling.

The sound was very soft, yet it was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

Immediately afterward, a second voice trembled as it rang out: "Zhang Yaoyang is dead, and even the Overlord Alliance has left... Does this mean that no one is collecting tolls at the East Gate anymore?"

"Nobody's going to buy those 60% of the supplies?!"

boom--!

It was like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time finally finding an outlet, and the crowd instantly erupted in chaos.

"Wow!! It's really gone!"

"We're free! We don't have to pay that damn toll anymore!!"

Cheers resounded through the sky. Some people wept with joy, some frantically pounded on the steering wheel, and some who had been oppressed for a long time knelt on the ground and wailed.

This ecstatic joy of surviving a catastrophe, this exhilarating sense of regaining freedom, spread rapidly like a virus.

The message was transmitted at the speed of light to the other three entrances to Busan via the regional channel.

[Pinned Message: The main force of the Wolf Guild in the East District has been wiped out! Guild Leader Zhang Yaoyang has been executed! The East District has been liberated!]

This news was like a bolt from the blue for the remnants of the Wolf Guild who were still stationed at the north, west, and south entrances.

North entrance.

A low-ranking member of the Wolf Guild was stomping on the head of a solo player, brandishing a machete and yelling, "What are you dawdling for? Hand over 60% of the supplies, or I'll chop off your hands!"

Just then, someone shouted out a message from the regional channel.

The squad leader froze, his knife hanging in mid-air.

The casual player who was being trampled under his feet suddenly had a frenzied glint in his eyes, which had been filled with despair.

"The main force... wiped out?"

The solo player suddenly sprang to his feet, pulled a screwdriver from somewhere, and stabbed it viciously into the leader's thigh, roaring, "You're finished!! Everyone, attack together! The Wolf Guild is down!!"

"Fuck him!"

"My brother was killed by these bastards the day before yesterday! Revenge!!"

"Kill these bastards!!"

In an instant, the previously timid solo players transformed into vengeful beasts.

Without even needing commands, the enraged players turned their vehicles around and pulled the triggers.

The remaining members of the Wolf Guild, before they could even recover from the news, were overwhelmed by a torrent of angry bullets.

This scene was playing out simultaneously at each entrance.

The pent-up anger, hatred, and greed erupted completely at this moment.

……

Battlefield at the eastern entrance.

After the revelry, a strange atmosphere began to grow among the crowd.

That's greed.

Human desires are like a boulder rolling down a mountain; once they start, they can never be stopped.

Inside a Class 4 SUV in Busan.

Qian Chong gripped the steering wheel tightly, his fingernails digging into the leather cover.

Looking at the wreckage scattered across the ground in the distance, his heart bled, as if a piece of it had been forcibly ripped out.

Just an hour ago, in order to get through here and to survive, he humbly handed over 60% of his supplies! That was all he had saved up for half a month!

Not only that, but in order to curry favor with that petty boss, he even pushed his own woman out.

The results of it?

I lost my girlfriend and all my supplies.

And now tell him, the Wolf Guild is gone? No more fees?

"Aaaaaah!!"

Qian Chong let out a low growl like a wild beast, his eyes bloodshot.

If I had been a little later... even just a tiny bit later!

Not only will he not lose any supplies, but the women will still be there, and he can even watch a great show here!

"We lost money...we lost a lot of money..."

Qian Chong was panting heavily as he scanned the battlefield.

Suddenly, his gaze froze.

On that scorched earth, there were wrecked vehicles everywhere. Although most of them were now scrap metal, there were still many scattered supply crates, weapons, and even some intact tires and engine parts.

More importantly, the Wolf Guild members are rolling in money!

That's the resources of over two thousand vehicles!

Even if most of it is destroyed, the remaining small portion is still a fortune that would drive any player crazy!

"That's mine..."

Qian Chong muttered to himself, his eyes growing increasingly crazed, "That's the supplies I handed over! That's my hard-earned money!"

"Get it back... just a little bit back and I can break even! I might even make a fortune!"

"With these supplies, I can upgrade my vehicle, and then I'll be able to survive tomorrow's [Travel to Busan] mission!"

Greed is a contagious plague.

It's not just Qian Chong.

More and more solo players began to shift their attention from the terrifying level 6 black RV to the "treasure" scattered all over the ground.

The place is overflowing with supplies!!

In these end times, this is fate!

Qian Chong jumped out of the car, dismantling everything that was usable, regardless of whether it belonged to him or not, and then loading it into his own car.

With the first person taking the lead, the crowd that had been observing instantly became restless.

"Hurry and grab it! First come, first served!"

"Get out of my way! I've got this area all to myself!"

In an instant, hundreds of solo players surged onto the battlefield from all directions like a swarm of locusts that had lost their minds. They jostled, pushed, and some even fought over a Tier 5 vehicle.

The ugliness of human nature was laid bare at this moment.

But they seem to be deliberately ignoring one fact.

The owner of this battlefield, the black RV that created all of this, is still parked there.

......