The sky was gradually darkening—only one minute left until the monsters appeared.
By the roadside, a man in tight pants, sunglasses, and a slicked-back pompadour hairstyle was frantically tearing open blind boxes, swearing under his breath.
"F*cking hell, the monsters are about to show up and you can't even help me open these damn boxes?"
Sweat dripped from his forehead as he scrambled to pull out the food from the blind boxes and stuff it into a snakeskin sack.
The "you" he was yelling at was a young woman standing in front of him—a delinquent girl with an all-seeing eye tattoo. The moment she heard the accusation, her expression soured.
She snapped back, "Pfft! Screw you! Weren't you just saying earlier that this kind of work is for men?"
"And now you're whining about it? Are you brain-damaged or something? Want me to take you to a hospital?"
She wasn't the type to back down—especially not against this guy.
They'd been in this place for half a month now, and she'd been tagging along with him for nearly a year. Yet, he was still the same old loser—never changed a bit.
Always talking smooth, full of sweet nothings, but utterly useless when it came to real ability. Just a good-for-nothing punk.
If this kept up, they really were going to starve to death.
Today, for some reason, he'd been uncharacteristically nice—told her she didn't need to go out, just watch him work, even joked around to cheer her up.
She thought maybe this was a turning point.
But turns out, a few short hours later, his true colors came right back out.
Mud will never hold its shape—it just crumbles.
And Pompadour Guy? Deep down, he wasn't blind to that fact either.
In this past year together, sure, he wasn't some saint. But he could honestly say he hadn't mistreated her.
Yet no matter what he did, in her eyes, he was always in the wrong. Always.
Living like that wore him down.
Ever since they arrived in this "RV World", even basic food and shelter had become problems.
He didn't know how much longer he could hold on. He really didn't.
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Inside Su Chen's RV.
He was fiddling with an 8x scope—first time he'd seen one in real life.
The novelty hadn't worn off. He held it like a precious treasure, not wanting to let go.
With this, headshots from a distance were going to be a breeze.
Especially for long-range takedowns—clean, silent, and deadly.
Su Chen mounted the 8x scope onto his 98K sniper rifle. Instantly, his view widened, clearer than ever.
Through the scope, he could scan everything within a ten-kilometer radius. He began observing the surrounding terrain.
Suddenly, he spotted two people less than two kilometers away—still wandering outside.
Their outfits were painfully outdated, more like they'd walked straight out of a fashion magazine from ten years ago than actual survivors. Not what normal people should look like.
What the hell were they doing out there at a time like this?
Su Chen glanced at the countdown timer in his hand.
Only thirty seconds until the mutated beasts appeared.
He couldn't help but mutter to himself—Kids these days really are fearless.
Must be something only adrenaline junkies would understand. As someone who preferred a health-conscious lifestyle, Su Chen felt like a different species.
Turns out, even in the RV World, there really were people who didn't fear death.
Su Chen launched his invisible drone and flew it over to the two of them, observing quietly from above.
At this point, mutated beasts were already starting to appear. Danger loomed over the entire RV World.
Most survivors were holed up inside their RVs, too scared to move, venting all their energy online instead.
( "I swear something's watching me out there. I'm scared to death."
"Wuwuwu, I wanna cry! This is terrifying!"
"Someone save me! I desperately need a strong man to hold me!")
Compared to those cowardly posts in the global chat, these two outside were a completely different breed.
Not only were they unfazed by the looming threat—they were full-on arguing in the open.
The vibe was wildly off.
At that moment, the delinquent girl pointed straight at Pompadour Guy and launched her verbal assault.
"You've got some nerve blaming me, you useless piece of trash!"
"We've been here for this long and you still can't even keep us fed. What's the point of sticking with you?"
Pompadour Guy's face immediately darkened.
"You stinking wench, don't be ungrateful. If you know what's good for you, shut your trap and haul that crap back to the van."
"All you ever do is sit around in that busted minivan waiting to be fed. You're just like your sister—the one that got dragged off by wolves. No difference."
He said it so casually, with that same sneering look in his eyes.
The girl, who had still been restraining herself a little, now snapped completely.
She launched into a stream of curses, not holding back in the slightest.
"Can't you talk like a decent human being? What's the point of that mouth if all it does is spit garbage?"
"Don't think I don't know—your buddy died because of you!"
Pompadour didn't respond. He walked up to her, eyes full of cold fury.
He yanked her hair with one hand and raised his other fist, ready to hit her.
But the girl was quicker—she grabbed a knife and slashed his arm before the blow could land.
"Go ahead! Hit me! What else do you know how to do besides beating people? You've always been like this!"
She never imagined that what started out as love and sweetness would decay into something so ugly.
The first time he hit her, she blamed herself.
The second time, she thought maybe she'd done something wrong again.
But again, and again, and again—until her face was bruised, her legs swollen and veined. She could barely get out of bed.
She finally realized—it was never her fault.
That was just the kind of man he'd always been.
And if she was still here, still putting up with it—maybe she was the fool.
This was what happened to so many women after marriage. No matter how much abuse they suffered, they chose to endure.
But not anymore.
She had reached her limit.
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Su Chen, watching through the drone, was stunned.
He'd seen couples fight before. Some yelled like crazy, some flipped tables.
But this?
This was about to become a murder scene.
No wonder they were both still alive in a place like this. Ruthless. Cold-blooded.
It took one savage to match another—truly a match made in hell.
Suddenly, Su Chen felt the ground shake slightly.
At first, he thought it was just his imagination.
He looked up at the projection screen—and his jaw nearly hit the floor.
He had assumed mutated beasts were still beasts—just enhanced, stronger.
But no.
What was in front of him wasn't a beast at all.
It was... a Hulk-sized monster.
A literal green giant.
He let out a long sigh, followed by a chuckle.
To his surprise, the green giant hadn't randomly spawned near his RV.
It was right next to those two arguing psychos.
The fight was almost over. The delinquent girl had been knocked to the ground, and Pompadour was standing over her, muttering,
"You think you can beat me, girl? You're still too green."
Suddenly, a looming green shadow appeared behind him.
He turned his head.
A snarling, muscle-bound green giant stood behind him, easily twice his size.