Besides the three-wheeled motorcycle, there was a 12-meter-long luxury double-decker RV parked to the left of Shi Jinzhe, and a military green... tank to the right.

The cannon barrel is quite realistically reproduced, but I wonder if the player drew the ammunition.

The two cars were positioned in the middle of the two, looking ordinary and inconspicuous, not as eye-catching as Sheikh standing there.

He surveyed the surroundings again. Apart from them, most of the people's cars were not standard off-road vehicles: some had spikes, some had wings, some had iron railings, and some had four spare tires painted on them.

Among them was a muscular man who was drawing off-road pickup trucks; he must have come in with a group of others.

Next to him, there were two cars with perfunctory drawings, but when opened, they were full of logistical supplies, clearly indicating that they had the same idea.

The three of them drew a complete picture of clothing, food, shelter, and transportation. Before the two unfinished cars could fulfill their mission, their outer shells were removed and everything was installed on that big pickup truck.

Shi Jinzhe didn't hear any system warnings, which means that this practice is allowed, and he can also dismantle other people's cars.

Players and vehicles are ready; please prepare for the game.

As soon as the system finished speaking, a hexagonal pattern resembling a honeycomb nest appeared in the white space.

Rows of shelves appeared before the crowd, displaying strips of instant coffee-like products.

[Please collect as many compressed fuel packs as possible within the next minute. This will be your only chance to obtain fuel packs over the next sixty days.]

"What is this??? You're so high-tech, why do you need fuel?"

"So the ones I drew myself can't be used? Is that reasonable?"

"Damn system, why didn't you say so sooner!"

[Insulting System: This player's acquisition time has been reduced to 10 seconds.]

"The God... Immortal System is truly omnipotent and incredibly powerful."

"I'm reliable... Is there anyone willing to cooperate with me?"

“System.” A player in a blue t-shirt pointed at Shekh: “Aren’t there a hundred players? Why is there one more? Will she take away what we deserve? This is not fair. I demand that the car over there be given as compensation.”

Mind your own business.

The person in the blue t-shirt said, "The two of them will get more than one person, which is taking away resources from others! Shouldn't they compensate us with their own money?"

[One-minute countdown begins, 10…9…8…7……]

Shi Jin folded down the location of the blue t-shirt and said to Sheh, "Don't worry about it, just take as much as you can later."

Shekh glanced at the man and said, "I understand."

[3…2…1…Start.]

The crowd surged toward the shelves, and the red timer beeped every second it ticked.

Only Shi Jinzhe remained where he was, hurrying towards the car in the blue t-shirt.

The off-road vehicle was crooked, with four wheels of different sizes, making it a car that even auxiliary corrections couldn't fix.

Shi Jinzhe took out the butterfly knife, which had been soaked in a sturdy solution, and inspected the inside of the car.

This guy can't drive. He didn't even know how to use the brake or accelerator. It's a piece of junk that you can't take apart. All you can do is take the outer sheet metal.

The flying purple snake tail swept across the other side, and with a flick of its long tail, no one could outmaneuver Shekh.

She tossed all the compressed fuel packs she got into her spatial ring, and when she passed by the man in the blue t-shirt, she didn't even give him a chance to snag any.

As the one-minute countdown ended, experienced players, panting heavily, barely managed to snatch enough compressed fuel packs for their own use using their items.

There were also about a dozen players who had never seen anything like this before, and who had managed to snatch a few fuel packs. They were all glaring at Shekh with rage.

Cheating! This is blatant cheating!

What exactly is this thing? System, please explain!

The system simply played dead and didn't respond.

I told you to mind your own business, but you wouldn't listen.

Schech walked at the back of the crowd, clutching a compressed fuel pack, and headed back.

When the man in the blue t-shirt returned and saw his car dismantled like this, he was furious. But when he saw the tail on the ground, his face turned ashen, and he swallowed his words.

Sheikh, seemingly enjoying the spectacle, grabbed onto him with one hand, then leaned his head against her shoulder, turning his face towards the man in the blue t-shirt.

She waved the fuel packet she was holding between her fingers at him, then casually let go and threw it on the ground with a "thud".

With a flick of its tail, Shekh randomly selected a lucky player and tossed the fuel pack over, giving it away for free.

It's so infuriating it makes you want to vomit blood.

Shi Jinzhe grasped her hand, causing Sheh to transform back into human form, leaving those around him stunned.

The player who drew the RV rubbed his eyes.

Mom, did he see the beautiful snake in the Hundred Herbs Garden?

It turns out that what we learn in the Chinese textbook is actually documentary literature!

The shelves disappeared, and the white space gradually became transparent.

Through the obstruction, Shi Jinzhe could see the white, snow-covered mountains and plains outside.

The golden cocoon and map have been distributed to all players' vehicles. Please keep them safe. Any breakage of the golden cocoon will result in a game loss.

The protective space has completely disappeared; the biting wind is like a razor blade, cutting painfully into one's face.

Shi Jinzhe first put Sher in the car, put in the fuel pack according to the instructions, and then started the car and turned on the heater.

He took out two thick coats from the carriage. The system hadn't skimped on materials; they were surprisingly thick, and putting them on immediately kept out the cold wind.

"I'll go and install the sheet metal on the carriage. You take a look at what's going on with that cocoon."

Schech nodded and picked up the rectangular wooden box that had appeared out of nowhere on the center console.

Upon opening the box, inside was a butterfly cocoon emitting a pale golden glow. It was spindle-shaped and had a metallic texture, resembling a luminous diamond.

Schech moved gently, inspecting the golden cocoon from beginning to end to ensure that the system wouldn't give Shi Jinzhe a problematic one from the start.

After checking repeatedly without finding any problems, she carefully put the golden cocoon away, waiting for Shi Jin to return and find a safe place to put it.

Looking in the rearview mirror, Shekh saw that half of the people were looking for teammates, and he refused many of them who came looking for him.

The addition of an extra layer of sheet metal to the carriage makes it more sturdy and cold-proof. Shi Jin folds up his belongings and puts the carriage into his spatial ring before getting on the train.

"A group of people were eliminated at the very beginning of the game. These people's cars won't last more than two days, so we need to pay more attention and dismantle anything that can be dismantled."

"Quite a few people have probably opted for temporary collaborations."

“Yes, everyone got the fuel pack. If we choose our teammates well, we can still complete this mission.” Shi Jinzhe took the map, his face suddenly turning worried.

What is this? A map?

The system must have pulled this abstract art from some cartoon.

A few circles, a few blades of grass, a few triangles—that's what makes a map?