"I am not going to die, not now, not ever."
Two full days had passed since he uttered those words. Maxwell had embarked on a lengthy planning process. There was nothing in the apartment building he was in, but at least he was able to get as much food and drink as he wanted from his class's market skills.
During this process, he had stocked up on military-style camouflage trousers, military boots, a leather jacket, a jumper to keep him warm in the cold of the night, and a t-shirt to keep him cool in the heat of the day.
After getting fully dressed, he had stored a scooter so that his class could easily move around using 'Special Vehicles'.
The Special Vehicles ability allowed him to take any unlocked vehicle to make deliveries, and naturally, a nice scooter caught Maxwell's eye.
Unfortunately, this ability also needed to be developed. Maxwell would be able to unlock more vehicles by making more sales and using more energy stones to cover his expenses.
Of course, there was a reason for being so prepared.
Last night, while reviewing his plans and thinking about the safest places to live, a notification appeared in the lower right corner of his eye.
This notification came from the area on the Rotherham road, the furthest point of the Sheffield border, and what was requested was boxes of instant noodles and litres of water.
Maxwell, however, was well prepared and, even though the numbness in his face persisted and he hated every second of his life for doing this job, he left his room, left the apartment building and jumped on his scooter.
He was going to take the road from Sheffield city centre towards Rotherham.
This was an order from Blackburn Meadows. In short, whoever had managed to survive had managed to build a home here.
The moment Maxwell jumped on his scooter, he started riding it straight down the road with the intention of getting to work.
Despite the mask he wore, he could still smell the dry blood, the rotting zombie bodies, and the burnt metal of the cars around him.
The zombies were much quieter during the day than at night, but they were still sensitive to sound and aggressive. Still, no zombies attacked Maxwell on the roads he travelled. Although there was one or two mutant zombies among them, each one just glanced at him a few times and continued to wander around aimlessly.
The Delivery Driver's ability seemed to render him virtually invisible.
Due to Sheffield's small size, it took him barely fifteen minutes to get from the centre to Blackburn Meadows.
It would normally take much less time, but Maxwell had to spend that much time due to the broken asphalt, roads clogged with wrecked cars, and many other factors.
Maxwell knew this from the books he had read. Although the zombie apocalypse had hit England quite hard, it still hadn't destroyed it. There were still hundreds of thousands of people alive in England. After all, it had only been a year since the apocalypse began.
The apocalypse, which had been incredibly severe for the USA, Turkey, Korea, Germany, Egypt, and many other countries, had only scratched the surface in England.
This was not because England and its people were prepared for such a situation. They had simply managed to survive for a longer period of time. Explaining how this happened was not particularly difficult... The author simply wanted the main character to be able to develop without facing too many difficulties; that was all.
Maxwell knew that this was just... the author's foolish wish for his own book. If it were up to him, it would have been much better to make such a foolish main character suffer. Especially in a scenario where fear was at its peak, it had taken a very long time for tragedy to befall the main character.
He was just someone who had died as a reader and opened his eyes again in this very world.
After reaching Blackburn Meadows, Maxwell began walking slowly. He had long since stowed his scooter away and continued to move forward, yawning as he went.
Shortly after arriving at the point where the order had been placed, he saw what could truly be considered a large building between two lakes.
It would even be accurate to call it a small villa.
Maxwell could clearly see the armed men and women standing outside the house.
He could observe what he thought were electric fences behind the house.
This really did look like a secure area. However, Maxwell didn't care; after all, his job was to fulfil the order and find a building that would be useful for him to create a home.
As he approached the house, every person holding a weapon immediately turned towards him, and one of them asked, "Who are you? Who do you work for?"
To be perfectly honest, Maxwell was quite scared; after all, this was the first time a weapon had been pointed at him, so it was impossible not to be afraid.
Still, he knew nothing would happen. After all, the description of his class clearly stated, "The user will suffer no harm during delivery." And, to be perfectly honest, having seen so many things and entered the world of the book he had read, it was quite easy for him to believe this.
"I'm here for the delivery," Maxwell said, not even bothering to hide his face, because he knew he could make the building he had chosen as secure as he wanted and that he would not be harmed at the time of delivery.
In short, neither humans nor zombies could harm him.
What's more, he should have mentioned that he had already received another order after this one.
Those who heard these words were clearly surprised. It would even be accurate to say they were confused about what to do.
"Wait there," Maxwell had been ordered.
Maxwell, however, yawned indifferently and began to wait. It was seen that he was dead bored.
After a short wait, someone came out of the house and then pointed to the door with his hand and said, "Come in."
Maxwell approached the house slowly and then entered through the front door.
There were about thirty, maybe forty people inside.
Maxwell was led into a room and saw a table. Armed soldiers stood around the table, and a woman sat at one end.
Maxwell knew this woman very well; frankly, seeing her here was the last thing he had expected. She was a beautiful woman with red hair, two black eyes, incredibly beautiful facial features, and a body that could be described as a masterpiece.
"A minor character..." Maxwell thought, and indeed she was.