What could be more harmless than the dead... of course, except in a zombie apocalypse.

“This seems to be the result of a fight between survivors and monsters. Judging by the degree of decay, it’s been at least a month. Could it have happened before the storm ended?”

After observing the corpse for a while, Brian Sullivan covered his nose and turned away, moving on to the third compartment.

Sure enough, in the third compartment, he found traces of survivors having lived there—some food scraps, bedding, chamber pots, and other daily necessities. Because there was water, those who hid in the underground warehouse managed to survive the raging storm, but unfortunately, they encountered mutated monsters.

“So that means, in big cities or military bases, there must be quite a few survivors!” Brian Sullivan pondered.

Big cities have many basements, and lots of supermarkets are located underground, with abundant supplies. There are also air-raid shelters and similar facilities, which can help people avoid the apocalypse storm. Military bases naturally have such shelters as well. Brian Sullivan survived by hiding in the King Kong, so it’s easy to imagine that those hiding underground, as long as they have enough food and water, wouldn’t have much trouble surviving.

“Survivors...”

A trace of seriousness flashed in his eyes. Brian Sullivan silently walked past the third compartment and entered the fourth, which was filled with bottled water. Brian Sullivan planned to take ten barrels back and grab two more for a bath. For nearly two months, he had only wiped himself down with a wet towel and hadn’t actually bathed.

However, while bathing, Brian Sullivan felt very conflicted, his thoughts in turmoil, because he didn’t know how to interact with other survivors.

He couldn’t possibly wander the world alone for his whole life, but even before the apocalypse, he didn’t like interacting with others... Or rather, in Brian Sullivan’s eyes, survivors and mutated monsters weren’t all that different—at most, survivors offered the “option to trade supplies.” The human heart is the hardest to fathom; dealing with people is even more nerve-wracking than dealing with monsters.

In novels and movies, incidents of “man eating man” are all too common.

As a paranoid person, always fighting the world alone, Brian Sullivan only trusts himself!

Chapter 8: The Storm Approaches

After bathing, he felt refreshed all over, and all his gloom was swept away.

Brian Sullivan looked at himself in the mirror.

He had already shaved his head completely. With no one to see him, keeping his hair was pointless—a bald head was more efficient. He’d also shaved off his scruffy beard. At twenty-two, Brian Sullivan had regained that fair and handsome look.

Even with a body full of sinewy muscle, he still looked slim.

But inside this 1.77-meter-tall body, at this very moment, was an immense power. The activity had brought him changes that continued every day. The King Kong could absorb free activity from the outside world and transfer it to Brian Sullivan, and Brian Sullivan could also consume wolf meat himself to absorb activity.

What the activity brought him was a comprehensive improvement in physical fitness—strength, speed, agility, endurance, and all five senses were enhanced. His strength was equivalent to that of an ox; he could run 100 meters in under eight seconds; his agility surpassed that of a gymnast; he never seemed to tire; and nothing escaped his keen senses.

Only in the mental realm did it seem that activity could not reach. Brian Sullivan had to train his own willpower and strengthen his communication with the King Kong, gradually achieving seamless control over it.

With Brian Sullivan’s unwavering daily routine of using willpower to guide the King Kong in absorbing free activity morning, noon, and night, the King Kong’s activity reserves grew steadily. If, just over half a month ago when the destruction storm had just ended, the King Kong’s activity only covered at most 20% of its body,

Now, at least 85% of the King Kong’s structure had been infused with activity.

For the remaining complex circuits and components, Brian Sullivan was also guiding the King Kong to alloy them bit by bit.

Alloying was the process of infusing activity. After alloying, the essential material structure of the component didn’t change—a capacitor was still a capacitor, a diode was still a diode, and their functions remained the same. The only difference was that they gained the ability to self-repair, and their power was greatly enhanced.

Under Brian Sullivan’s guidance, the components could also slowly reshape themselves.

In other words, as long as Brian Sullivan’s willpower and knowledge were sufficient, he could even evolve all the components into their most perfect forms.

In other words, the King Kong had the potential for continuous evolution.

As long as he persevered, Brian Sullivan could evolve the King Kong into an aircraft carrier.

Of course, that was just theory. Right now, he didn’t even dare to reshape a slightly more complex component, because that would require a lot of knowledge. Even a genius who could turn stone into gold couldn’t conjure a computer out of thin air. The working principles of a computer, the structure of each component, how the system should be set up—none of that can be imagined out of nothing.

So for now, Brian Sullivan’s guidance for the King Kong’s evolution was mainly focused on the basic structure, such as streamlining the external armor and replacing weaker parts with stronger metals.

At the same time, he was actively guiding the King Kong to alloy itself, striving to infuse activity into 100% of its body and integrate it into a single whole, so that he would no longer have to worry about natural wear and tear of the machine.