by LastCell
One day, a hundred thousand people from Earth woke up on an endless plain and were forced into a deadly survival game. Each player started with one vehicle and a unique skill. Regional chat lit up instantly—some players crying for their lives, while others gloated over their Humvees, tanks, and armored personnel carriers. [Huh, my unique skill can summon an Infernal Legion! Guess I have a personal army now! This night'll be easy~] [Hmph! That's nothing—my legendary unique skill can summon an Angel! Brother, God himself is with me. What are waves of zombies to me?] Nyx looked at his bicycle. Then at his skill: Unique Skill, Usurper: Extract part of the loot from any zombie corpse within range, regardless of who killed it. He said nothing, and only observed. As night fell, the zombie horde surged across the plains. Players scrambled into their vehicles—some screaming for help, others already boasting in chat about their first kills. Nyx didn't fight. He rode. A bicycle makes almost no noise. While the "big shots" carved through zombies in the open, Nyx slipped through the chaos, siphoning the resources off their every kill. Leather, mechanical parts, iron sheets, soul cores, gold—none of it was his by right, but Usurper didn't care whose kill it was. While everyone else struggled just to survive, Nyx looted and fought in the shadows, quietly evolving. Bicycle → Armored Racer → ORV Polaris → Mobile Fortress → Mechanized Titan → ??? Steal Loot → Steal Mana → Steal Attribute → Steal Skills → ???
