All Chapters of God Mode RV Reigns the Apocalypse: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

At two kilometers from the White Spike, Jake hit the brakes.Through his targeting scope, he could see the aberrant creature in full detail. It looked like an upgraded version of those alien mimics from that sci-fi movie—covered in white bone-like armor, with long, razor-sharp limbs and a whip-like tail trailing behind.Right now, it was toying with the crippled battle tank like a cat playing with a mouse, occasionally firing a bone spike from its tail that slammed into the armor with a deafening CLANG. The tank's turret was completely frozen—the drive mechanism clearly destroyed. One tread was snapped, leaving it a sitting duck."A Tier 3 aberrant..."Jake's fingers traced the fire control joystick, a calm, calculated madness glinting in his eyes.No stat sheet? Fine. As long as it had a health bar, as long as it was carbon-based, a 25mm chain cannon could solve the problem. If one round wasn't enough, he'd send a few more.His external weapon—the M330 "Venom" Chain Cannon—had 2

Jake glanced at the front of his RV—a White Spike's bone quill was still embedded in the reactive armor. That single spike had dropped his defense by 2%.He didn't get out to deal with it. Instead, he rolled up to the creature's corpse and let the Auto-Collect feature sweep the loot into his storage space.Then his eyes landed on the crippled main battle tank.Now that was a fat score. The treads were snapped, the turret was busted—but that twenty tons of military-grade armored steel? That was the real prize. Scrapping it would add a huge chunk of specialty steel to his subspace.Jake pulled up beside the tank, ready to issue the Scrap command.Then—CREAK—A harsh metallic groan. The tank's top hatch slowly cracked open.A pale hand pushed through, struggling to shove the hatch aside. A girl in a padded jacket, her face smeared with grease, crawled out coughing."Cough... cough..."She was maybe eighteen or nineteen. She looked up, and her eyes met Jake's through the windshi

The sound of running water in the bathroom stopped.About ten minutes later, the frosted glass door slid open. A wave of warm, steam-laden air—scented with body wash—rolled into the cabin.Jake glanced instinctively at the rearview mirror. Then his gaze lingered.The grease-stained mechanic was gone.In her place stood a fresh-faced girl in a bathrobe. With no spare clothes to change into, Bella had wrapped herself in one of Jake's spare white robes—which was clearly a size or two too big. The sleeves were rolled up several times, revealing her pale and slender forearms.Her once-grimy hair was now clean and glossy black, hanging wetly over her shoulders, droplets still clinging to the ends. In the rising steam, her delicate features emerged—soft and elegant, the kind of face that belonged in a classical painting. Her eyes were clear and bright, the corners slightly downturned, giving her a naturally innocent look.Her skin was flushed pink from the hot water.'Not bad at all,'

Night fell.The wasteland wind turned biting and sharp once again.But beside the RV, warm light glowed in the darkness.Jake had parked on a sheltered high ground, calling it a day. The abandoned aviation parts factory Bella mentioned was still over two hundred miles away—too risky to drive at night. They'd head out tomorrow.Bella climbed back into the RV, exhausted, her toolbox dragging behind her. Every muscle ached."I'm beat..."She dropped the box with a thud and shot Jake a look of pure grievance. "Not an ounce of chivalry in you..."Jake ignored her stare. Instead, he nodded approvingly."Good efficiency."He opened the fridge, pulled out a bottle of water, cracked the seal, and held it out to her.Bella's eyes lit up. She'd been parched all afternoon—her throat felt like sandpaper."Thanks!"A warm feeling bloomed in her chest. Maybe this capitalist boss had a heart after all—actually giving his worker water.She reached out to take it.Jake pulled it back.He

"After I got here, I got lucky—I ran into my college classmate. Her name was Sally Kinsman. She'd awakened a Specialization too—Reconnaissance."Bella's voice trailed off, her eyes dimming."We worked well together. I had the tank. She could scout ahead. But then... we ran into the Wolf Pack."They pretended to be survivors calling for help. Sally was soft-hearted... but they had an RPG. She covered my escape, and they..."Bella bit her lip, her fingers tightening around the beer can until her knuckles went white."That tank was all I had left. But it still wasn't enough. If you hadn't shown up, I probably would've died to that White Spike—or starved to death inside that metal coffin."Jake listened quietly. No interruptions. No cheap sympathy.In the apocalypse, stories like this played out every day."The Wolf Pack, huh." Jake's tone was flat. "I've killed a few of them already. Consider it interest on what they owe your friend."Bella's head snapped up, a flash of satisfact