The woman was reasonably attractive, but Lucas had no idea what was going on in her mind.

Lucas withdrew his gaze from her long legs and didn't shine the flashlight on her. Instead, he pointed to a kettle next to him, where he was brewing coffee, and motioned for her to pour it herself.

"Hey handsome, can I use your cup to drink? I didn't bring one," the woman said in a seductive voice, perhaps encouraged by Lucas not refusing her.

"If you want to drink, pour it yourself. If not, go back," Lucas replied, feeling a shiver down his spine from the woman's voice.

It's not that he wasn't interested in women. It's just that during those eleven years, he was like a tool. Everyone was focused on survival, barely speaking to each other.

Lucas hadn't heard a woman speak to him in this manner for eleven years, so he wasn't accustomed to this atmosphere.

After Lucas finished speaking, he stood up, preparing to go back to the bus.

At that moment, the woman grew bolder and reached out to grab Lucas' waist.

"Hey handsome, actually, except for the soldiers, we are all from the same district," she said, her voice getting more serious. "Strictly speaking, those soldiers were originally here to protect us before the apocalypse, but after seeing your skills, I feel like you're much stronger than them. If possible, can you be my bodyguard?"

The woman held onto Lucas' waist, suddenly making her request.

Hearing her words, Lucas was momentarily stunned but quickly regained his composure.

He pulled away the woman's hand from his waist, went into the bus, and handed her a cup.

"Pour yourself a cup of coffee and then go back. I'm not interested in what you're saying."

With his current mindset, Lucas had no further thoughts.

The system's task was complete, and Lucas didn't want any further involvement with this group of people.

Whether it was these people or the infected dog and its little owner, they were all just passing encounters for Lucas.

Regarding the infected dog, when Lucas asked Cobras to take care of the dog's little owner, he felt that his relationship with the infected dog had reached its limit.

If the infected dog wanted to stay with him, he wouldn't refuse. But bringing along the little owner was impossible.

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More kindness would only bring endless trouble.

In the apocalypse, he could build his own team, but he would never accept idle people and waste.

In fact, since obtaining the bus and the system, Lucas felt that he could live well on his own.

Since you're not interested in that, I won't drink your coffee for nothing. I'll exchange it with this.

"This is a box of mushroom-flavored milk. I don't really like the taste. It was distributed to each family in our district by an organization during the New Year," the woman said, her voice no longer seductive.

Lucas glanced at the woman, seeming to have thought of something but didn't inquire further.

He accepted the box of mushroom milk and proactively found a large cup for the woman. He filled it with coffee, still not saying anything, and closed the bus door.

"System, what is this thing?" Lucas asked, although he wasn't interested, he still wanted to know more about the mushroom milk. Perhaps his speculations would find answers from this milk.

【Milk concocted by the Infected Mushroom Organization, with a chance of immunizing against mushroom spore infection after consumption.】

【Requires one orange blank blueprint to complete the configuration diagram.】

Orange is the third color among the seven colors, ranking higher than yellow in the apocalypse.

Lucas pursed his lips and decided to give up, planning to figure it out another time if he had the chance. At this moment, this item was of little use to Lucas.

Even if Lucas had an orange blueprint at this time, he wouldn't use it for this purpose.

The only gain was that Lucas's speculation had been confirmed.

In this apocalypse, perhaps it had some connection to certain upper-level humans. However, Lucas felt that it had nothing to do with him.

As long as he lived well himself, nothing else mattered.

After eating something, Lucas took a nap and woke up over five hours later. There was still half an hour before the crowd would continue moving towards Phoenix Mountain, thirty kilometers away.

Turning on the lights, Lucas walked to the nutrient-rich soil and witnessed a miraculous scene. The cucumbers he had planted had grown half a meter tall.

Lucas immediately got off the bus and found some branches by the roadside. He carefully propped up each cucumber seedling.

If nothing unexpected happened, Lucas would be able to enjoy fresh and crisp cucumbers in a few hours.

The crowd started moving, and half an hour later, they finally left the urban area of the seaside city.

This road was not unfamiliar to Lucas. In the past, there were always groups of people chartering his bus to go to Phoenix Mountain for spring outings and camping.

As long as they kept following the road ahead, they would reach Phoenix Mountain.

The drones took off again. The military also followed suit, deploying several military drones for patrol in the air.

Basically, the soldiers had taken care of the majority of the zombies and mushrooms they encountered. The crowd had walked seven to eight kilometers without needing Lucas to intervene.

Then another five kilometers passed, and the situation remained relatively smooth.

Lucas drove the bus leisurely, humming along to the music. He had already decided to consider Phoenix Mountain as his survival base.

He had some plans for what to create with red blank blueprints.

Just at that moment, Lucas saw Henry's military vehicle approaching the bus again.

Henry got off the vehicle and anxiously ran to the front of the bus, calling out to Lucas.

"Something happened?" Lucas asked, seeing Henry's expression and knowing that something big had occurred.

A swarm of zombies or insects?

Lucas wondered, looking at the drone charging beside him before getting off the bus.

"It seems that things have been a bit strange lately. It's been a while since we last encountered any insects," Lucas pondered, a sense of unease flashing through his mind.

"Our three reconnaissance teams that we dispatched haven't returned within the designated time for over two hours."

"We're unable to contact them through communication devices."

"The drones have also discovered a large number of zombie groups and insect swarms in three directions, five kilometers ahead. They seem to be slowly moving towards us, as if trying to surround us."

"Currently, there haven't been any traces of them behind us."

"Do you think we should turn around and go back?" Henry spoke while glancing at his watch, his expression growing more anxious.

After listening to Henry, Lucas also felt a bit nervous. Dealing with a swarm of zombies and insects was not an easy task.

Most importantly, Lucas didn't have any weapons with large-scale destructive power at the moment.

He didn't have any special skills either, like the Flame Fist that required luck to obtain.

"You all stay put, I'll observe the situation before making a decision," Lucas said, feeling somewhat helpless.

In theory, he could just leave at this point.

However, the system's task was there, waiting for him.

If Lucas were to abandon the crowd at this time, he had no idea how the system would react.

Lucas didn't want to gamble on the system's response if he failed to complete the task.