Survival Supplies

Lu Xingyuan had thought that with Infinite Firepower, he was invincible. But after the experience at the first stop, he realized he had been taking things too simply.

The gun was invincible, but he was not.

His swollen, aching arms and shoulders were the best proof.

His physical condition was far too poor. He simply could not sustain continuous output.

To put it bluntly, he just did not last long enough.

Lu Xingyuan was furious.

He had to prove himself.

"Let's start with twenty push-ups to test the waters and see where my limit is!"

"Ha!"

"Ha!"

Lying on the cold floor and staring at the lonely little yellow light on the ceiling, Lu Xingyuan consoled himself. Being able to do two push-ups in one go was already impressive, wasn't it? Small was cute too.

For the entire night, Lu Xingyuan flopped around on the floor like a dead fish.

He did not know how much his physical condition had improved, but he knew he could not keep tormenting himself like this.

"Damn, I get hungry way too easily..."

He had already finished the bottled water, and only three slices of toast remained.

Lu Xingyuan stopped in time and lay motionless on the cold floor to reduce his energy consumption.

Someone had already mentioned it in the chat channel.

"If we can't find food, don't mess around. Save as much strength as possible and wait for tomorrow's platform. That'll give us a better chance of surviving."

"Then isn't it time for my Airplane Sleep Method talent to shine?"

Before going to sleep, Lu Xingyuan searched the chat channel again using "Train Coin" as the keyword.

He found no useful information. Either no one else had obtained any, or those who had were keeping quiet.

He was more inclined toward the latter.

There was no way he was the only one with coins.

All these sneaky bastards were hiding their cards.

Time to sleep.

At one in the morning, Lu Xingyuan fell asleep again.

The next day.

Nine thirty in the morning.

Having already eaten breakfast, Lu Xingyuan stood ready.

[Train Operation Notice]

[Upcoming Stop: Solo Platform · Topsy-Turvy Garden]

[This stop is a White Platform.]

[Please prepare.]

Ten o'clock.

The train steadily pulled up beside a small garden.

Through the train window, Lu Xingyuan clearly saw the bizarre figures wandering in the distance: cloudy eyes, savage faces, twisted limbs.

[Ordinary Zombie]

[Level: 1]

[Description: The most common type of infected; tenacious vitality. Their scratches and bites carry a virus and will cause infection.]

There were even more of them than he had imagined. There were already over eight within his field of vision alone, not counting those hidden in the shadows.

Lu Xingyuan's gaze shifted to the vending machine in the garden, where he could vaguely see quite a few goods on display.

He licked his dry lips.

The scent of a human was extremely obvious to zombies. The instant Lu Xingyuan stepped off the train, they sensed him and turned in unison toward him.

That eerie sight was enough to make every hair on a person's body stand on end.

Lu Xingyuan's heart pounded wildly. How the hell was anyone supposed to stay calm in this situation?

The zombies lunged at him, faster than he had expected.

Lu Xingyuan pulled the trigger, and the submachine gun fired in a continuous spray.

His marksmanship was truly awful. From twenty meters away, only four out of ten bullets hit.

But his ammunition was unlimited, so he did not care. All he had to do was keep firing.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!

Muzzle flames surged, and the thick smell of gunpowder spread through the air.

The first zombie was quickly taken down.

But the second, third, and fourth zombies close behind it had already charged right up to him.

Three meters!

Two meters!

One meter!

At the critical moment, Lu Xingyuan spun around and dove back into the carriage.

The zombie that was just about to get its hands on him was blasted away by an invisible barrier the next second!

Newbie protection!

For the first three platforms, the train could not be harmed in any way!

And as long as Lu Xingyuan was inside the carriage, he was naturally invincible too!

The invisible barrier stood between the carriage and the zombies, preventing them from advancing even a step. They could only bare their fangs and claws at Lu Xingyuan, who would forever remain out of reach.

Lu Xingyuan's heart rate was definitely over one hundred eighty. Compared to this, what the hell were twelve straight losses with Fortune Star?

He raised his gun and pulled the trigger at the zombies right in front of him.

At this distance, there was no way he could miss. He easily cleared out every zombie before him!

Counting carefully, there were a full twelve of them. Sure enough, some zombies had been hiding in the shadows.

After clearing them out, Lu Xingyuan cautiously tested the area again. Once he confirmed there were no sneaky zombies lurking in hiding, he confidently got off the train and rushed straight for the vending machine.

It was packed full of all kinds of supplies.

Bread, jelly, ham sausages, cola, Sprite, bottled water—there were more than twenty different items in all!

He had struck it rich!

Crack!

Lu Xingyuan smashed the vending machine's glass door with a brick and frantically looted everything without leaving a single item behind.

Only after tossing it all into the carriage did he begin carefully exploring the entire garden.

Just as he expected, he found a treasure chest in a flowerbed in the corner.

This time, he had learned his lesson. Instead of opening it on the spot, he carried the chest back into the carriage.

Next, he began scavenging materials for upgrades.

The benches? He tore them apart. They were wood needed for upgrades.

The fitness equipment? He wrecked all of it. It was metal needed for upgrades.

He could not overlook the vending machine from earlier either. It was both metal and glass.

The only problem was that he did not have a handy tool. If he had an axe or hammer, his efficiency would improve greatly.

He made several trips back and forth, but even so, he could not haul away all the supplies in the garden.

Only five minutes remained before departure, so Lu Xingyuan could not be bothered anymore. Soaked in sweat, he lay on the floor like a dead dog, gasping heavily.

[Train departing. Please sit tight and hold on!]

The clattering sound started up again.

After resting for more than ten minutes, Lu Xingyuan finally struggled to his feet and began taking stock of what he had gained from this stop.

First, the food:

Three chicken-flavored ham sausages.

Five bags of cucumber-flavored potato chips.

Two packs of strawberry-flavored wafer biscuits.

Two bags of spicy konjac snacks.

One bag of Qiaqia five-spice sunflower seeds.

One box of Dove chocolate.

Next, the drinks:

Five 500-milliliter bottles of Wahaha mineral water.

Three 330-milliliter cans of Pepsi.

Two one-liter bottles of iced black tea.

One 250-milliliter can of Red Bull.

That was everything from the vending machine.

With all this, it should be enough for him to last alone for quite a while.

He had killed a full twelve zombies for it. It had not been easy!

He tore open a ham sausage, shoved it into his mouth, then gulped down several mouthfuls of iced black tea. Only then did Lu Xingyuan finally soothe his stomach.

Next, his gaze fell on the treasure chest.

It was still a level-one treasure chest.

But the reward it gave this time was very different.