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Chapter 46 - 45: Apocalypse Road Rage? · Nov 02, 2026

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1 Chapter 1: Conductor’s Log 2026-11-02
2 Chapter 2 - 1: Conductor’s Log_2 2026-11-02
3 Chapter 3 - 2: Reconstruction Plan 2026-11-02
4 Chapter 4 - 3: Kicked by God 2026-11-02
5 Chapter 5 - 4: Su Huan’s Compounding Kindness 2026-11-02
6 Chapter 6 - 5: Surviving Northward 2026-11-02
7 Chapter 7 - 6: Buy a Ticket to Board 2026-11-02
8 Chapter 8 - 7: ”Metal Manipulator 2026-11-02
9 Chapter 9 - 8: Welcome to the Apocalypse 2026-11-02
10 Chapter 10 - 9: Bloody Resonance 2026-11-02
11 Chapter 11 - 10: Evolver 2026-11-02
12 Chapter 12 - 11: Armed Train Phase One 2026-11-02
13 Chapter 13 - 12: Hope You Hurry Up 2026-11-02
14 Chapter 14 - 13: Storage Carriage 2026-11-02
15 Chapter 15 - 14: No Beating Passengers Without Cause 2026-11-02
16 Chapter 16 - 15: Construction Crew 2026-11-02
17 Chapter 17 - 16: Boom Arm 2026-11-02
18 Chapter 18 - 17: Midnight Corpse Tide 2026-11-02
19 Chapter 19 - 18: Tier One Zombie 2026-11-02
20 Chapter 20 - 19: Roar, No Breaking Through Defense 2026-11-02
21 Chapter 21 - 20: Perpetual Motion Core 2026-11-02
22 Chapter 22 - 21: Childish Games 2026-11-02
23 Chapter 23 - 22: Train Modification Progress 2026-11-02
24 Chapter 24 - 23: Nature’s Slaughter 2026-11-02
25 Chapter 25 - 24: Strong Medicine 2026-11-02
26 Chapter 26 - 25: Want to Try This? 2026-11-02
27 Chapter 27 - 26: Hard Currency 2026-11-02
28 Chapter 28 - 27: The New Evolver 2026-11-02
29 Chapter 29 - 28: Twists and Turns 2026-11-02
30 Chapter 30 - 29: Paranoia and Conspiracy 2026-11-02
31 Chapter 31 - 30: You’d Better Stay Hidden 2026-11-02
32 Chapter 32 - 31: ”Every Damn Teammate Has One 2026-11-02
33 Chapter 33 - 32: White Snake Mojiang 2026-11-02
34 Chapter 34 - 33: Short-Term Mission Pack 2026-11-02
35 Chapter 35 - 34: Integrated Water Purifier 2026-11-02
36 Chapter 36 - 35: Born a Bad Seed 2026-11-02
37 Chapter 37 - 36: Countdown—Four Days Remaining 2026-11-02
38 Chapter 38 - 37: Tier One Light Armor 2026-11-02
39 Chapter 39 - 38: Human Purgatory 2026-11-02
40 Chapter 40 - 39: Fire Truck 2026-11-02
41 Chapter 41 - 40: Earth Ghost 2026-11-02
42 Chapter 42 - 41: Sword and Shield 2026-11-02
43 Chapter 43 - 42: Liang Kuan Awakens 2026-11-02
44 Chapter 44 - 43: Kinetic Energy Recovery 2026-11-02
45 Chapter 45 - 44: River Crab and Tofu Casserole 2026-11-02
46 Chapter 46 - 45: Apocalypse Road Rage? 2026-11-02
47 Chapter 47 - 46: The Three Brothers 2026-11-02
48 Chapter 48 - 47: Oh? Four Brothers! 2026-11-02
49 Chapter 49 - 48: Armor-Piercing Rounds Don’t Believe in Carbon-Based Monsters 2026-11-02
50 Chapter 50 - 49: Who Is the Conductor? 2026-11-02

Chapter 46: Chapter 45: Apocalypse Road Rage?

Paused momentarily at Carriage No. 2.

The river crabs on Wan Xing’s chopping board had turned into the skull crusher in Butcher’s hand. At this moment, she was sawing the bone club from the skull crusher’s hand with an electric saw.

The buzzing sound splattered fine flesh and blood, and soon, a hammer fell off.

She put away the saw, lifted the blood-stained mask, and smiled at Su Huan.

But no matter how you look at it, her smile was creepy.

This girl’s art style seemed to be developing in a stranger and stranger direction.

However, this was the everyday life of scavengers. They had to deal with bizarre corpses daily—zombies, plants, Evolution Beasts, and perhaps Evolvers in the future.

There was no need to rush their career planning for now; neither had even reached Tier One.

Su Huan moved towards the corner where a silver motorcycle rested, like a crouching metallic beast.

It hadn’t been used since it was repaired.

Just in time, he planned to go out alone today, and this H2 was the perfect mode of transportation.

The supercharger’s roar mixed with the four-cylinder engine echoed in the carriage. The idling body trembled slightly, and Su Huan felt as if he’d forgotten something.

Forgot something?

He quickly checked, appearing to talk to himself.

”Carrying items: 1 Tier One Pan-energy Crystal, 3 Ordinary Pan-energy Crystals, Logbook”

”Mission objective: Retrieve firearms from the fire truck.”

”Traveler: Su Huan.”

Anything else?

No more.

Then it’s all okay.

He gave Wan Xing a thumbs-up. She then lowered the plank on the side of the tour carriage.

Accompanied by the slow descent of the hydraulic support, a silver beast roared out.

It raced past the bustling crowd, heading straight for the gap in the fence.

...

Huang Sea pushed up his glasses, rubbed the greasy sweat off his nose, and glanced at the triple-eye quartz watch on his left wrist. The date had already flipped to 21.

He had been pathetically surviving in this small supermarket for two weeks.

As a highly qualified talent, Huang Sea knew he was beyond saving.

Or, expecting someone to rescue him was impossible.

He curled up in a triangular zone made of toy shelves and adult diapers, wrapping himself in these soft things for some sense of security.

The tin can at the stairway suddenly clattered.

Huang Sea’s heart lurched.

”It’s the wind,” murmured the young man hiding behind the cash register.

He was carving a mop stick with a utility knife, wood shavings falling like snowflakes onto the ”Welcome” mat.

Besides them, there were two other men in the supermarket—shoppers who got trapped there since the apocalypse.

”If we keep this up, we’re going to die sooner or later.” Huang Sea licked his cracked lips, tasting iron rust.

He took another sip of the bottled mineral water beside him.

Luckily, he hid in a supermarket; with the resources here, he still lived comfortably.

But it was like a dog trapped in a cage, unsure when the owner would return, watching day-night cycles, sliding toward despair.

The young man didn’t respond.

In those ten odd days, they’d talked about so many things, from hometowns and professions to life philosophy, the universe and even how they might die thoroughly.

In the end, they had nothing more to say.

Huang Sea looked toward the nailed window crack. A dandelion was swaying.

When he personally nailed the last plank over a dozen days ago, it was just a green shoot in the concrete crack. Now, its fluff had been dyed golden by sunlight.

He wanted to say something, but the boy suddenly raised the sharpened stick.

”Shh...”

A sticky, watery footstep sound came from downstairs.

Huang Sea gripped the fire axe beside him, glancing at the shelf where the gold foil chocolate trembled slightly, ribbon knotted amidst dust specks with a matte glow.

The young man shot him a look, ’That zombie’s back.’

Huang Sea retreated into the diapers. The second floor was barricaded with a metal door that the zombies couldn’t open.

”Bang—”

The violent noise and metal twisting made Huang Sea startle.

He yanked the diaper off his face, bloodshot eyes looking toward the iron door.

There was a gigantic bulge on it.

Someone or something massive had crashed into it.

”Bang!”

An explosive noise shook the white dust off around the door frame.

The sound startled the four people inside the supermarket.

The other two retreated further into the supermarket racks, leaving Huang Sea and the young man by the counter.

Huang Sea hurried towards the young man, unsure if their noise had alarmed the monster outside, making the crashes more frequent and intense.

The flimsy metal door slowly deformed under the assault. Huang Sea peered around the counter towards the metal door’s edge.

Behind the bending door, a large patch of iron-grey skin appeared, a giant-like sturdy foot stomped onto the iron door.

A zombie’s head squeezed through the bent gap, crimson eyes locking onto Huang Sea’s.

”Roar!”

Huang Sea’s oily, wax-yellowed complexion instantly went ashen.

The next moment, a steel signboard crushed the head directly.

The blood-stained letters of ”Yunan Road” jammed onto the metal door.

Butcher pulled it out roughly, yanked away the ordinary zombie underfoot, and bent down to peer through the door gap, a sinister grin on his plump face.

Huang Sea covered his mouth, body slowly slipping behind the counter.

Facial muscles paralyzed by fear, features scattered.

”Boom!”

The metal door got completely kicked open, toppling several shelves.

Butcher’s towering 2.5-meter frame wedged into the tiny supermarket.

His heavy breathing like sonic waves crashed against walls, echoing back layer upon layer.

Huang Sea hardly knew why his damned heart still beat.

If only he’d have a heart attack to spare himself.

Now his only solace was the young man beside him, equally pale-faced.

At least, on the road to the underworld, he’d have a companion.

Lost in thoughts, Huang Sea suddenly heard strange sounds.

Like the motorbike revs that woke him up late at night before.

From afar, nearing fast, a noise he once cursed to crash, blasted madly.

”Roar—”

The sound closed in, bringing uncontrollable joy to Huang Sea’s face. The once-hated sound now so dear, he felt like kissing the rider hard.

Never mind that it’d be the fire-mopped punk he despised.

But a doubt immediately arose.

The world had ended. Who was so brazen, riding a bike madly on the roads?

Su Huan, driving dangerously, felt an itch in his nostrils.

Yet the excitement in his eyes was hard to suppress.

Initially hesitant, since shaking off six Night Demons and outrunning two Blood Hounds, he had quite fallen in love with this ’wild horse’ beneath him.

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