A road with no end. Inside a beat-up car.
“Where am I...?”
A clear, pleasant voice came from Logan's throat, and he froze instantly. That voice... He quickly looked around and found himself in a car. No one else was nearby. When he saw himself in the rearview mirror, Logan's brain buzzed and blew up.
In the mirror was a stranger's face. Blonde waves, an oval face, fair skin, and most striking of all, a pair of purple eyes. This was him? What kind of joke was this?
She reached down on instinct, but her fingertips met only flatness and emptiness.
“Where's my manhood?”
Then he felt a heavy weight on his chest and instinctively looked down. What he saw was not his familiar bony chest or the clothes he slept in at the dorm. Instead, she was wearing a light blue off-the-shoulder puff dress, and two towering snow-white peaks filled his view. On her feet were a pair of silver high heels.
“Heh... I really did drink too much last night and haven't woken up.”
Logan closed his eyes, trying to force himself awake.
“How can a man become a woman? That's complete bullshit.”
But his head ached like needles, and countless chaotic memory fragments flooded in. A woman's face, a university lectern, an argument, and the despair of swallowing a handful of pills...
“Ah!”
Logan's eyes snapped open, his head splitting. Those memories didn't belong to him, yet they were terrifyingly real.
“Professor? Clara Bennett?”
Before she could sort out her thoughts, a cold mechanical voice sounded in her mind.
AnnouncementNoticeDetailsAll playersEarth's landmass has collapsed. Welcome, 9 billion players, to the era of Road Survival.Game rulesThe following are the game rules. Please remember them well.Rules1. The front of the vehicle must point forward. Don't even think about turning around, otherwise erasure. (People can move back and forth.)2. Here, apart from wisdom and Strength, everything about civilization is meaningless.3. Everyone has the same vehicle, and at the same time, a ‘Survival Wristband’ is already bound to your wrist. The wristband has five basic functions: Chat Channel, Storage Space, Trading Platform, Friends, and Construction. Please explore them yourself.4. There are supplies on the road, and monsters too. Kill monsters, collect resources to upgrade your vehicle.5. Driving at night may yield more, but danger will also increase.6. The novice period is 24 hours. On the 6th day after it ends, a zombie attack will begin. Monster levels will rise over time.Finally, everyone will awaken a talent. Good luck.
The voice had just stopped. Clara felt a heat in her body, then an itchy, painful discomfort on her scalp, as if something was forcing its way out from inside. She looked at the rearview mirror in terror and saw two smooth, small horns growing out. Then, from her tailbone, a black tail with a heart-shaped tip grew out, twitching restlessly behind her.
A blue light screen only she could see unfolded in front of her.
StatusPlayerClara BennettRaceCow DemonTalentSS-rankConditionHealthyStamina10/10Spirit20/20AttributeValueStrength6Stamina10Agility6Spirit20•Details(Average adult male is 10, averagefemale is 8.)✧Enchanting GazeConsume Spirit to control atarget. The duration and costdepend on the target's Spirit.✧Essence CondensationConvert stamina into high-energymilk, rapidly restore Spirit,slightly restore Stamina, andprovide a weak healing effect.
Clara looked at the words on the screen, then at the sultry woman with horns and a tail in the mirror. Was this damn talent tailor-made for her current body? Essence Condensation? She instinctively looked down at those two majestic peaks, and her cheeks instantly flushed bright red.
I, a six-foot-tall red-blooded man, am going to... produce milk? Other people get to shoot pool with hotties, but she turned into one? In this survival world, wasn't she basically the town bicycle? She felt her worldview shatter along with what was left of her dignity.
Her mind went blank. This was worse than death. Even if I die, even if I jump out of this car, I will never drink it. She drew a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
Now was not the time to obsess over gender and talent; surviving was what mattered most. Clara began checking the vehicle info. It was a beat-up old Santana. The gas gauge was almost on E, and the estimated range was about 63 miles. Inside, aside from the driver and passenger seats, the back was completely empty and open to the trunk.
Then she tapped the Survival Wristband on her wrist, and a virtual screen popped up. It showed five options. She opened Storage Space first and found a bottle of water, a pack of crackers, and a glass cup.
“This food will only last a day or two.”
She murmured, then opened the Chat Channel.
Region ScanCurrent Area Population¦ 10000
Chat Channel💬Anonymous Player-Fuck! I was at a gentlemen's club with a hot model, blinked, and ended up in this shithole? Where's my Lamborghini? How did it turn into this piece of crap?-💬Anonymous Player-Waaah, I'm so scared. Where is this? Can someone come save me?-💬Anonymous Player-Hahaha, I awakened an A-rank talent,‘Flame Control.’ Beat that!-💬Anonymous Player-Everyone shut up! Didn't you hear the rules? This is a global Road Survival game! Check your own talent and supplies first!-💬Anonymous Player-Don’t even talk about your A-rank talent. I’ve got an S-rank talent, Lightning Control, and you don’t hear me bragging. Trash!-💬Anonymous Player-S-rank big shot above, carry me! My talent’s B-rank ‘Eye of Scouting.’ I can spot danger ahead of time!-💬Anonymous Player-I’m a 4'11“ tiny girl, a cat-eared cutie. Selling one milk foam. I just want a bottle of water.-
The Chat Channel had all kinds of chatter, and some people had already started trading supplies, but it was mostly women’s items. Clara switched to the
“Build”
interface. It showed vehicle information and some basic craftable items, but everything was grayed out right now.
VehicleModel¦ Santana — LV1Owner¦ Clara Bennett (Highest Authority)People1/2Defense100/100Fuel Tank10/45Max Speed ¦ 37 mphUpgrade requires:Iron Ingot×30Steel Ingot×20
Looking at the materials needed for the vehicle upgrade, Clara thought to herself, “The priority right now is finding upgrade materials and a weapon for self-defense.”
If she didn’t get stronger, women had it the worst in the apocalypse. Clara drew a deep breath and started the car. Luckily this car was automatic, otherwise she would’ve been screwed. She hit the gas, and the beat-up Santana roared as it rolled down the highway that stretched out of sight.
After about eight miles, a brown wooden crate actually appeared on the roadside ahead. Excitement surged through her, and she quickly pulled the car over.