Highway Survival for All: My RV's Infinite Evolution

Faced with such severe humiliation, Time Supreme Lord Sok and Space Supreme Lord Naib did not refute.

Because of this incident, they have truly lost completely, without any excuses.

They were humiliated by a mere peak 6th-tier human who showed off his skills right in front of them, and then had their home stolen. They were so ashamed that they were practically throwing their lives into outer space.

After a long period of deathly silence.

Space Supreme Lord Naib finally raised his head and said in a deep voice:

"We did fail, but we must admit that we severely underestimated Lin Hui's abilities."

"His methods extend far beyond the magical space used to steal the Silence Statue; he also possesses the ability to leave dimensional pockets and block 'dimensional markers'!"

"Furthermore, I suspect that the Empire possesses a stealth technology that even our reconnaissance methods cannot detect."

Tutankhamun's mechanical voice carried a hint of gravity: "We need to investigate the cloaking technology. But the most important thing is Lin Hui; he's a player. We must capture him alive and dissect him for research!"

"Otherwise, in the distant future, our Mechanical Elf race may once again face the crisis of extinction!"

Naib gave a wry smile: "But, Lord Tutankhamun. He has blocked my dimensional markers. Now, let alone capturing him, we can't even pinpoint his coordinates on the planet."

Tutankhamun said, "Let the Mechanics help us find it."

After saying that, it raised its mechanical arm and pressed an encrypted communicator on its chest.

"Beep—beep—"

A dozen seconds later, a male voice came from the other end of the communication: "Your Excellency Tutankhamun."

Tutankhamun first asked, "You should already know the outcome of the Battle of the Desert, right?"

The man was silent for a moment, then said, "Yes."

Tutankhamun continued, "In this campaign, the Imperial military used a stealth technology that even our Eldar technology couldn't detect. Have you heard of this technology?"

The man stated directly, "If the Imperial government has indeed developed such a strategic-level technology, given my status, it is absolutely impossible for me to be completely unaware of it."

He paused, then added astutely, "I suspect... this cloaking technology doesn't belong to the Empire at all! Could this... be related to Lin Hui?"

"It is highly likely..." Tutankhamun issued the order:

"I need you to use all the power and connections at your disposal to find out everything about Lin Hui, this player, and his true abilities!"

"Furthermore, regardless of what methods he's using or where he's hiding, if he makes contact with the Empire, I want you to pinpoint his exact coordinates and capture him!"

There was a brief silence on the other end of the communication.

When he spoke again, there was a hint of hesitation in his voice:

"With the fall of Starshine City and the exposure of Bishop Lucius, the entire imperial leadership is now suspicious of each other."

"And Lin Hui... he is now the savior in the eyes of the empire, their only hope for turning the tide."

If I were to try to gather information about Lin Hui at this time, it would definitely arouse the suspicion of Leonard and Elaine Dina, and I... might very well expose my identity.

Tutankhamun said, "Be careful. You probably have more experience than we do in how to survive under the noses of humans."

Even if you were exposed, even if you sacrificed yourself.

"I will personally perform the highest-level mechanical ascension for you, granting you an immortal body."

After a moment of silence, the person on the other end of the communication finally nodded and said, "...Okay."

Tutankhamun nodded slightly and continued, "In the next couple of days, I will send you a bottle of [Mind-Shackled Scarab].

The man asked, "What is that?"

Tutankhamun said, "Those are my latest scarab variant. They're only nanometers in size, invisible to the naked eye. I created them specifically to deal with Lin Hui!"

"They directly invade the organism's brain and nervous system, locking down all the target's neuronal synapses, instantly rendering the target unable to think, turning it into a living dead! Those below level 7 are powerless to resist!"

Tutankhamun continued:

"Therefore, you don't need to risk your life yourself. As long as you can use your position to meet Lin Hui privately, even if it's just a fleeting encounter! Once you release this bottle of mind-shackle scarabs, your mission will be perfectly accomplished!"

"Remember, to prevent any accidents, be sure to contact us beforehand and provide the coordinates. Once he's under control, we'll instantly cross dimensions and descend to take him away!"

"Furthermore, if there is any other important military movement intelligence from the Empire, you must notify us immediately!"

The man said in a deep voice, "...Okay!"

"Click".

Communication is closed.

Tutankhamun turned to look at Naib:

"If any news of Lin Hui's location comes, bring him back at all costs. There can be no more mistakes!"

"I need to go into seclusion to refit the cruiser in preparation for the big plans to come."

"Yes!" Naib replied.

......

late at night.

Iron Ridge City, Lower District.

The tavern maid, Eileen, moved briskly through the crowded and narrow streets. Although she had just finished her shift and was very tired, a smile was on her face.

"Squeak—"

Pushing open the dilapidated wooden door, the small room, though simple, was spotless, thanks to my mother's meticulous cleaning.

At this moment, under the dim gaslight, a middle-aged woman, though still somewhat pale, was in good spirits and mending old clothes while wearing an apron.

"Mom! Why are you working again!"

Eileen quickly stepped forward, saying worriedly, "You've only just recovered from your illness; you should rest in bed. I'll take care of the housework and chores!"

The middle-aged woman looked up, gently stroking Eileen's cheek, and smiled, "Silly child, I feel like I have inexhaustible energy now. I'm completely healed. Tomorrow morning, I'll go to the textile factory to find a job."

"With my skills, I'm sure I'll be selected. Once I find a job and have a stable income, Eileen, you won't have to work so hard anymore."

"You can go to a church school to study, learn to read, learn a real skill, and become a respectable person in the future."

Feeling the renewed health and vitality within her body, the middle-aged woman was deeply moved.

For the past two years, she had been tormented by illness to the point of wishing she were dead, and had even considered suicide to ease her daughter's burden. But she actually recovered one day.

"Praise be to the Divine Emperor! Praise be to those benevolent sages!"

"Knock knock knock!"

Just then, a series of urgent knocks broke the silence inside the house.

In the downtown area late at night, such knocking usually doesn't bring good news.

Eileen's heart leaped into her throat, and she asked warily towards the door, "Who is it? So late!"

"It's me! Eileen, your Uncle Pick!" A hoarse middle-aged man's voice came from outside the door.

"Uncle Pique?"

Eileen pictured her thin, timid neighbor who made a living shining shoes.

Although she was a little confused, she still stepped forward and gently pulled open the door latch.

As soon as the door opened, a cold night wind blew in.

Pique stood outside the door, his deep-set eyes now gleaming with an almost manic fervor.

Before Eileen could ask anything, Pick glanced around, then mysteriously pulled a black flyer with a gear pattern from his pocket and whispered:

"Young lady, I know your mother is seriously ill and won't make it much longer. Out of consideration for our shared neighborhood, I've come tonight to offer you some guidance!"

"This is a blessing that can completely free people from birth, aging, sickness, and death, and from the endless suffering of this lower city! As long as you and your mother join my Mechanicus, you will gain eternal life! You will never get sick again!"

Upon hearing this, Eileen's smile vanished instantly, replaced by disgust in her eyes.

"Get out of my house with your nonsense! My mother is cured, we don't need any mechanical ascension! If you dare to harass us again, I'll report you as a heretic!"

Being scolded like that by a teenage girl, Pique was startled, and the fanaticism on his face instantly twisted into a ferocious expression.

"Pah! You ungrateful wretches! You deserve to rot in this slum forever!"

As Pique walked deeper into the dark corridor, he cursed under his breath:

"Just wait! When the Holy Church's leaders rise up and completely overthrow that false God-Emperor who has degenerated into a tentacle monster, when the fire engulfs the entire Ironspine City, even if you kneel on the ground and beg me, it will be too late..."

Pikna's mouse-like figure disappeared completely at the end of the corridor.

Eileen slammed the door shut, quickly bolted it, and leaned against the door panel, her body trembling slightly.

"Eileen, are you alright?" Her mother came over worriedly and hugged her daughter tightly.

"It's okay, Mom."

Eileen bit her lower lip, recalling the leaflets that had been secretly stuffed into various corners of the tavern last night, proclaiming that "the God-Emperor has fallen into monster status."

The faith of the common people at the bottom of Ironridge City is crumbling little by little under this subtle and pervasive influence.

A deep fear welled up in Eileen's heart.

But when she looked down and saw her mother's healthy face again in the dim light, her heart was still filled with hope.

"As long as people are alive, things... will gradually get better."

Outside the window, the night in Iron Ridge City grew even deeper.

......