Highway Survival for All: My RV's Infinite Evolution

Southern part of Ironridge City, military zone.

In front of the gray stone building, Trian Titus stood on the doorstep, holding a military-style insulated lunchbox that was almost half his size.

Hearing footsteps, he suddenly looked up, his clear eyes instantly lighting up.

"Big brother!"

He easily lifted the heavy plate in his hands, revealing a bright smile.

"This is a special meal prepared by the head chef of the military mess hall! Uncle John specifically asked me to bring a portion over to you, big brother. He said you are a hero of the empire and must eat the best! From now on, I will deliver all your meals!"

"Thanks, little guy." Lin Hui smiled and reached out to ruffle Trian's soft, tousled hair.

He applied slight pressure with his palm and pushed open the heavy blast door in front of him. "Come on, your arms must be sore from carrying that for so long, right? Come inside with me!"

The gate was open.

Upon entering, there was a spacious foyer with a metal mesh floor. Lin Hui took the lunchbox from Trian and told him to sit on the sofa for a while, while he strolled around the room.

The detached house that was specially allocated to him was indeed quite nice.

On the left side of the first floor, there is a spacious private office with a war zone map hanging on the wall. Behind it are the single rooms for the orderly and a separate washroom.

Going up the stairs to the second floor, you'll see a small platform with a sofa. Turn left to find the master bedroom, and turn right to find the study. At the end of the corridor, there's a thoughtfully placed meditation corner with cushions.

Lin Hui touched the bed and muttered to himself, "The environment is quite good; the conditions are top-notch even in a military camp..."

"But compared to my own RV, it's obviously not quite there yet."

"Let's sleep back in the RV tonight, it's safer there..."

Lin Hui thought to himself as he walked back downstairs and casually opened the insulated lunchbox on the table.

As soon as the lid was lifted, a rich aroma of meat wafted out.

The dish was packed full: several large, thickly sliced ​​pieces of sizzling, oily fried meat, a bowl of rich potato and meat soup, a rare serving of fresh seasonal vegetables, along with smoked meat and dried sausage, and two slices of fine white bread as the main course.

Due to years of war, food is extremely scarce on Torres.

Even for frontline soldiers of the Star Shield Army, their daily meals consist of rye bread, stewed mixed meat, and dried radish. This special meal is considered a luxury in the military camp.

"Gulp."

Extremely faint swallowing sounds echoed in the hall.

Lin Hui turned his head and caught Trean quickly looking away, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"It's still early before lunchtime. I just ate out, so I'm not hungry yet." Lin Hui pushed the plate towards Trian and said with a smile, "This meat will get fishy if it gets cold. You eat it!"

That's true. Lin Hui prefers to go back to the RV at night and eat dinner made by Su Qingqian herself using high-end ingredients preserved in another dimension.

I haven't eaten here for almost two days, and I'm really craving it!

Trian shook his head vigorously, like a rattle-drum: "No, this is for my big brother..."

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"Gurgle!"

His uncooperative belly then emitted a thunderous protest, making the little guy so embarrassed he wished he could disappear into the ground.

Lin Hui couldn't help but chuckle, then picked up a silver iron spoon from the plate and shoved it into Trian's hand, deliberately putting on a stern face. "The rules in the military are that we must never waste food. If you're not eating it, then you'll just have to throw it in the trash?"

"Don't spill! Thank you, big brother!" Hearing this, little Trian couldn't hold back any longer. He slowly took the spoon and then stuffed large mouthfuls of meat into his mouth like a whirlwind, eating with great relish! His cheeks bulged out like a little squirrel.

In less than five minutes, the special meal, enough to fill two strong adult men to the brim, was licked clean by little Trian. He even wiped the meat juice at the bottom of the plate clean with white bread.

Lin Hui handed him a glass of water, raising an eyebrow in surprise: "Have you been starving for days?"

"Glug." Trian swallowed the last bite of bread, took a sip of water, scratched his head, and smiled sheepishly. "Actually, I just ate lunch at the cafeteria three hours ago. But... training was too tiring, and I felt empty as soon as I finished."

"Oh?" Lin Hui's interest was piqued. "Tell me, what did you train with this afternoon?"

"Uncle John taught me swordsmanship, physical fitness, and shooting!" Little Trian puffed out his chest, his gaze resolute.

"My uncle said my physical condition is better than average, so I'll work even harder to join the Star Shield Army as soon as possible! Then...then I can fight alongside my older brother on the battlefield!"

When you grow up, I should leave this place... Lin Hui looked at his enthusiasm and smiled silently.

The requirements for this final dungeon quest on [Torris Star] are very clear.

First, upgrade your vehicle to level 10; second, survive here for more than 100 days (no more than 365 days).

The first requirement can be met as soon as the Huihuang Merchant Guild gathers the materials. As for the second condition... for Lin Hui, who possesses the cheat-like ability of [Unobservable], as long as the planet doesn't explode, he can survive until the mission ends.

"Burp!" Little Trian let out a burp, obediently tidied up his lunchbox, and then solemnly gave Lin Hui a not-so-perfect military salute: "Big brother, I'm going back to training!"

Watching the little boy's energetic figure disappear outside the door, Lin Hui collected his thoughts and sat down on the sofa.

It's time to get down to business.

With a thought, he opened the system panel and clicked on the [Huihuang Chamber of Commerce] group chat.

[Lin Hui]: "@Everyone, I need a huge amount of scrap metal! At least 800 billion units of scrap metal!! The sooner the better! No upper limit!!!"

The chat room exploded within two seconds of the message being sent.

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