Doomsday Highway: I can be infinitely enhanced

"Rule number three: Anomalies can sense the presence of humans from a great distance, so everyone should try not to stay in one place for too long. It is recommended to migrate in convoys..."

"Rule number four: The red moon overhead is beautiful, isn't it? But that's also unusual! Please avoid looking directly at the red moon, or it might drive you crazy!"

"Rule Five..."

Su Xing listened quietly, trying to remember every pattern.

The broadcast announced more than a dozen patterns in a row before the host paused, then continued:

"Next, we will begin the second part of the broadcast, where I will teach you about post-apocalyptic survival."

"Today I'll be teaching about common types of wild vegetables and mushrooms..."

After the apocalypse, entertainment facilities such as television and the internet were paralyzed, leaving only the most basic satellite radio.

This 7 p.m. broadcast every night is the last spiritual support for countless survivors, and the information and knowledge it provides can also help humanity survive better.

About ten minutes later, the broadcast came to an end, and the host, An'an, said with a hint of joy:

"Finally, the construction of the torch shelter in the capital is progressing in an orderly manner."

"This place has all kinds of talents and professionals, and has taken in more than 20 racing teams and dozens of extraordinary individuals."

"Fellow countrymen, if conditions permit, you are welcome to come to the capital so we can build a new home together after the apocalypse..."

Inside the camp, all the survivors stopped what they were doing and listened quietly to the radio broadcast.

Upon hearing the word "House of Fire," all the survivors were invigorated, their eyes filled with a glimmer of hope.

Since the outbreak of the apocalypse, this convoy has been heading north, its final destination being the Firewood Shelter.

All the survivors, including those who have awakened, hope for a place where a new order can be established, where there is no longer any need to worry about anomalies, and where food can be provided in an orderly manner...

More than a month into the apocalypse, this has become the last driving force keeping the survivors alive!

"A shelter...the gathering of extraordinary individuals...fighting the anomalies...can it really be done?"

Su Xing looked out the window and saw the hope in everyone's eyes.

"However, before that, we need to get to the capital first..."

"At the current migration speed, can they arrive within three months?"

Su Xing shook his head. Even if he could make it, how many of the hundred or so people in the convoy would survive?

In the past, the broadcast would have ended at this point, but today is different:

"Uh, here's an urgent update on a newly discovered doomsday pattern."

"Some racing teams have reported that an unusual disease called 'homelessness syndrome' has recently been discovered."

"Specifically, once infected with this disease, one will gradually lose their memory, even forgetting themselves and everything else..."

"What we know so far is that homelessness is more common among lone wolves and small teams."

"When the number of people in the convoy is more than 30, the chance of contracting homelessness will decrease significantly, so survivors are advised to stick together and seek refuge as much as possible."

"Alright, that concludes this broadcast!"

"Finally, I hope everyone will tune in to An An's radio show tomorrow night at 7 PM!"

The broadcast ended, and the surroundings returned to calm amidst the crackling of electrical current.

The people in the convoy got busy again, cooking, setting up camp, or taking care of their physical needs.

"Oh no! The instant noodles are going to get mushy!"

Su Yan suddenly realized what was happening and hurriedly went to get the pot.

Unfortunately, I arrived a step too late; the water in the pot had already boiled away, and the noodles had turned into fried noodles.

Waste is shameful in the apocalypse. Su Yan ate the mushy instant noodles with tears in his eyes and even helped Su Xing peel two boiled eggs.

Su Xing didn't stand on ceremony, eating boiled eggs while occasionally looking around through the car window.

Nighttime is obviously more dangerous than daytime.

After observing for a while and seeing that there was nothing unusual around him, Su Xing breathed a slight sigh of relief and began to think about his future plans.

His injuries have healed considerably, and he is no longer in a near-death state.

Su Yan also collected a lot of supplies in the town, and even managed to get a pistol for Su Xing.

But ordinary people are powerless to resist the abnormal, let alone the awakened who have lost the ability to act.

"The most urgent task is to recover from my injuries as quickly as possible, and then find a way to become a superhuman!"

Su Xing murmured.

His emotional system is his source of confidence, enabling him to achieve limitless enhancement and even potentially become a superhuman.

The problem is that Su Xing is very lacking in emotional points, with only about two hundred negative emotions left, which is only enough to enhance two drugs.

Su Xing thought for a moment, then looked at Su Yan, who was organizing supplies, and waved to him, saying:

"Hikari, come here for a second!"

Su Yan put down what he was doing and ran over to ask:

"Brother, what's up?"

"It's nothing! I just feel much better! The medicine you brought back is very helpful!"

Su Xing praised him briefly, but his eyes remained fixed on the panel.

Sure enough, a prompt appeared on the panel.

[Su Yan is overjoyed that you have recovered from your injuries, positive emotion points +66]

There is a play!

Su Xing felt a slight joy in his heart; Su Yan was definitely a prolific producer of emotions!

"I'm glad I could help you, brother!" Su Yan scratched his head and smiled.

Su Xing gave a thumbs up and then praised:

"Brother, I owe you everything! If it weren't for you, I'd be dead already!"

"You truly are the younger brother I trust most!"

"No way! It's all thanks to your excellent teaching!" Su Yan shook his head repeatedly, somewhat embarrassed.

[Su Yan is happy because of your praise, positive emotion points +33]

Hmph, you little brat!

They might not admit it, but they're actually quite happy inside!

Su Xing, seizing the opportunity, continued to praise:

"Hey bro, I just noticed a lot of women in the convoy were secretly staring at you..."

"That's true, you're strong and you brought back a lot of supplies! I'm afraid quite a few women in the convoy have their eyes on you!"

"How about it? Should I introduce you to a potential match and give them my opinion?"

Su Yan blushed and denied it repeatedly.

[Su Yan is happy because of your praise, positive emotion points +26]

"Hmm...why are there fewer and fewer emotional triggers? Looks like just taking advantage of my bro isn't going to work!"

Su Xing frowned slightly, thinking to himself.

He tried praising Su Yan a few more times, and sure enough, he only had a few emotion points left.

This made Su Xing somewhat disappointed, and he frowned and lowered his head without saying a word.

Su Yan, however, was completely unaware. He was already quite flattered by the praise, looking at Su Xing with excitement, his eyes seeming to say:

Bro, is there anything else? Keep praising me!

Su Xing pretended not to see, and when he realized he wasn't getting any benefits, he immediately turned hostile and said:

"What are you still standing there for? Weren't you supposed to be organizing supplies?"

"We pick up all sorts of junk; the trunk is almost overflowing!"

Su Yan was taken aback by Su Xing's sudden change in attitude. He scratched his head and took out a black plastic bag from behind him, saying:

"It's almost all packed up, and it's all in bags ready to be thrown away..."

Su Xing took the bag, opened it, and saw that it contained several aluminum cans, plastic bottles, and a broken porcelain bowl...

These things are practically garbage.

"Huh, why are there still a few packets of spicy strips?"

Su Xing took a closer look and found that the spicy strips had expired half a month ago, and the chili oil inside was almost green.

Spicy snacks aren't very filling to begin with, and they're almost expired, so it's not worth getting an upset stomach from eating them.

Looking at these packets of spicy strips, Su Xing suddenly had an idea.

"Brother, go and call Guan Jiajia over, I need to talk to her!" Su Xing instructed.

A moment later, Guan Jiajia came over, her face flushed and her lips still stained with soup, clearly having just finished eating instant noodles.

"Brother, what do you want to see me about?" Guan Jiajia asked, her tone still arrogant.

Su Xing handed her a cigarette, which Guan Jiajia accepted without hesitation, lit it, took a deep drag, and smacked her lips.

"Huazi cigarettes are still not as good to smoke as Liqun cigarettes."

Guan Jiajia's positive emotions increased by 38.

Su Xing chuckled, rolled her eyes, and said:

"You actually picked one?"

"I called you here because I need something... Please take these packets of spicy strips to Xie Yun!"

Guan Jiajia took the spicy strip, glared at it, and said:

"Brother, no! This is all food!"

"I've heard about what happened to you. It's not worth it for that scheming woman!"

"If you really don't want it, can I have this spicy snack?"

Guan Jiajia was a little envious. She was from Sichuan Province and loved spicy food. But after the apocalypse, she was lucky to have even a bowl of clear soup noodles, let alone spicy strips.

"Stop talking nonsense, just go!"

"You're smoking cigarettes for free?!"

Su Xing pointed at the cigarette in Guan Jiajia's hand.

Guan Jiajia was upset, but she still took the spicy strips to the bus.

Guan Jiajia feels depressed, negative emotion points +36.

A sense of joy washed over him as he awoke, and he waited quietly in the car for the next emotional trigger.

Meanwhile, on the bus.

Guan Jiajia saw Xie Yun huddled in the corner, expressionlessly tossed the spicy strips into her arms, and said:

"Here you go, spicy strips! Su-ge gave them to you!"

After saying that, Guan Jiajia left dejectedly.

Xie Yun was stunned. Looking at the several packets of spicy strips in her arms, she couldn't help but swallow.

She hadn't eaten all day and was about to faint from hunger.

Looking at the spicy strips in my arms, I felt both joy and some confusion:

"Su Xing still loves me after all! Even though she chased me away during the day, she was probably just angry..."

"Hmph, so they brought me food because they were worried I'd go hungry tonight?"

"Why did they send me spicy strips...? They're not filling at all!"

"Fine, this is just the first step in him apologizing! I'll make sure he gives me more food later so I can forgive him!"

Xie Yun thought to herself, and when she looked up, she found the survivors around her secretly looking at her and whispering among themselves, so she pricked up her ears to eavesdrop.

"That guy surnamed Su actually gave her food again! That silly boy, he's still thinking about her?"

"Yes, Xie Yun is indeed very beautiful!"

"Sigh~ Looks like it's hopeless! Those two brothers aren't pushovers, especially the big guy, Su Yan!"

"Have you heard? Su Yan came back from the police station with Captain Fang... He might have a gun!"

"Hiss~ A gun!? Really?!"

Even though the bus was a tiny space, Xie Yun could still hear most of what was going on, even though everyone was speaking in hushed tones.

Hearing the respect and fear that the people around her showed towards Su Xing, Xie Yun felt even more smug.

She tore open the spicy strip, took a few bites, and frowned, thinking to herself:

"Strange, why does this spicy snack taste weird?"

"Hmm... I've never had this flavor of spicy snack before. Is it some kind of special flavor?"

Before the apocalypse, Xie Yun rarely ate spicy strips to protect her skin, but now spicy strips are a rare delicacy in her eyes.

As she ate, she thought to herself:

"Although Su Xing isn't a superhuman, he has guns and plenty of supplies... so he's not bad at all..."

"If only I could get Su Xing to give me the gun!"

"Why don't we just get together with Su Xing?"

"Hmm...it can't be that easy, we'll have to see how he performs!"

Meanwhile, inside the Jeep, Su Xing, unaware of Xie Yun's thoughts, was looking at the prompts on the panel, feeling frustrated.

[Xie Yun is happy to receive your food, positive emotion points +6]

"Wow, 6 points of positive emotions? What an ungrateful wretch!"

Su Xing sneered inwardly. He figured that Xie Yun hadn't eaten all day, so getting food would provide her with a lot of positive emotional points!

From this perspective, Xie Yun really doesn't know how to be grateful.

"Heh, but positive emotions aren't the key... let's see tonight!"

A sinister smile appeared on Su Xing's face.