The seaside road is bustling with people as the night falls, but it's not the right time to remodel the bus.

Lucas is certain about one thing.

Whether he hides in the underground warehouse or does something with the bus, the first thing to do is to prepare sufficient supplies.

Sitting quietly in the driver's seat, Lucas takes out his bank card and phone, looking at the text message.

"Dear Mr. Lucas, your credit limit at this bank is 10,000, and it has been transferred to your bank card."

"I've been working for five years, and all I have is 10,000 in savings. I'm quite outstanding."

He self-deprecatingly chuckles and puts down his phone.

Driving the bus, Lucas starts frantically shopping at nearby supermarkets and hardware stores.

Medicine, purified water, water purifiers, instant noodles, biscuits, self-heating pots...

Portable gas canisters, outdoor cooking utensils, tents...

High-capacity power banks, toolboxes, long knives, daggers, powerful flashlights...

Lucas is meticulous in his shopping, carefully considering what he will need in the future.

Forty minutes pass, and Lucas has less than 3,000 left in his hands, while the bus is filled with supplies.

He quickly arrives near the underground warehouse, unloads half of the things, and then goes to a gas station to purchase a large amount of gasoline with the permit he had obtained in advance. He brings the gasoline back to the warehouse.

After completing these tasks, Lucas makes a decision.

The underground warehouse will be Lucas's headquarters for the next three months.

During the dark period of three months, Lucas doesn't plan to leave the coastal city.

Now that he has the system and a bus that can be upgraded, Lucas has a faint sense of anticipation.

At this moment, it is almost 8 p.m., and there are still two hours until the apocalypse arrives.

Lucas has a simple social circle. He has no relatives, no close friends, just a bunch of acquaintances.

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Maybe he should send a social message...

After some thought, Lucas takes out his phone and sends out a message on various social media platforms.

"At 10 o'clock, the apocalypse will arrive. Don't drive towards the highway. Use all your money to buy supplies and find a safe place to hide. Don't stay in buildings. From now on, the sun won't rise for three months. Everyone, stay hidden and endure."

After sending the message, Lucas doesn't look at his phone anymore. It doesn't matter whether others believe it or not. It's good this way, without any worries in the apocalypse, life should be a lot easier.

On this day in the previous world, around 8:30 p.m., it seemed like the entire city's communication had a problem and it didn't recover until the meteor shower appeared.

Lucas remembers that there were some riots in the residential area where he lived because of the communication issue.

Around 9 o'clock in the previous world, Lucas saw helicopters flying in the sky, and there were many military vehicles on the streets.

However, at that time, Lucas never even thought about the apocalypse.

Looking back now, the upper-class society at that time should have known something, but they didn't make it public.

When it reached 8 o'clock, Lucas parked the bus outside the entrance of the underground warehouse.

Lucas had seriously considered using the underground warehouse as a survival camp for the next three months.

The location of the warehouse was too remote, as it was not planned for development in the new city construction.

The warehouse was situated in a sparsely populated area, and generally, no one would come here.

The warehouse was located on the side of an old road, which used to be an old factory surrounded by tall walls.

The entrance to the underground warehouse was under the factory's courtyard wall, and a cement road extended to the warehouse entrance.

To enter the underground warehouse, one had to pass through three iron gates, but they were all abandoned now. Two of the gates had disappeared, and only half of the middle gate remained.

Unfortunately, Lucas's bus was too large to fit through the gates. It could only be parked at the entrance of the factory yard.

The factory was in an abandoned state and had naturally lost water and electricity supply. Lucas intentionally surveyed the surroundings in the darkness. The nearest lights were at least one or two kilometers away from the yard.

Fortunately, the rusty old iron gate of the yard was still there, and Lucas locked it with a large iron padlock he had bought.

The row of trees outside the yard, which no one had pruned, had grown lush enough to conceal the yard. It was difficult to notice from a distance.

During the first month of the apocalypse, as long as they weren't bugs, it was difficult for other infected creatures to enter the yard.

At 9 o'clock, Lucas returned to the bus and started to make the most of his time studying the system.

Before upgrading and modifying the bus, Lucas opened the red capsule given in the initial gift package.

The red capsule allowed Lucas to associate certain things together.

In the apocalypse, whether it was bugs or infected creatures, they were all related to the term "seven colors."

Seven colors referred to the colors of the rainbow, and coincidentally, these seven colors also divided the strength of the bugs and infected creatures.

Bugs have seven-colored cores and shells inside their bodies.

Except for plant-infected creatures, other infected creatures have seven-colored crystal nuclei in their heads.

Whether it's the bug core or the crystal nucleus, they are the essential energy source for those humans capable of evolution.

Of course, in the previous world, all of this was irrelevant to Lucas because he belonged to the category of non-evolving humans (organisms), the lowest level of humans in the apocalypse.

Doing manual labor and contributing to human reproduction were their only value.

Looking at the red capsule in his hand, Lucas speculated that this should be the worst type of capsule, and he had no idea what it could contain.

He used his hand to break open the capsule, and the system panel popped up directly.

【Congratulations, host, on obtaining the complete set of UFC (Unrestricted Fighting Championship) skills, proficiency level: Level 1.】

【Congratulations, host, on gaining a strength boost, Strength +10.】

UFCLucas was not unfamiliar to him. It was the most popular type of martial arts competition in the world before the apocalypse, and he enjoyed watching it.

Lucas clenched and opened his palms continuously, feeling like his strength had indeed increased a bit.

His gaze returned to the system panel, and Lucas opened his basic attribute data, looking at the strength column.

Strength: 61 (within the range of a normal adult, but on the weaker side).

"I only gained a bit and it's only 61. It seems like I'm really not strong!"

Lucas shook his head, but there was also a hint of excitement.

He didn't know if this counted as being capable of evolution...

Since he activated the cheat code, he should inevitably become stronger sooner or later.

At this moment, Lucas also felt that there were some new things in his mind, and his body followed suit.

Round kicks, side kicks, knee strikes...

Jabs, hooks, horizontal chops...

After performing a few moves, Lucas discovered that the complete set of UFC skills not only existed in his mind but also seemed to have a strong muscle memory in his body.

There was no sense of discordance in his punches and kicks; everything felt smooth.