Strongest Deliveryman In The Apocalypse

As you must have already guessed, the culprit behind the death of the Deepcrawler King was none other than Sobin himself.

However, he remained unaware of this fact!

In fact, in his eyes, the S Rank Monster was not so different from the other 'bumpy' obstacles that blocked his path previously. He simply slammed into it and destroyed the creature like it was nothing.

This was strange by the standards of this world, but Sobin was completely oblivious to it.

He continued down the path, following the GPS in his truck while playing loud music in the vehicle to pump his spirits. Part of the reason for his excitement was to drown out the incredible loneliness he felt whenever he thought of his wife, but he also felt this way due to the rapid rate of completing Quests.

For example, killing the Deepcrawler King had caused at least a million Quests to be fulfilled.

Just like that, it saved him a lot of effort!

Sobin felt this was surprisingly too easy, but this was because he didn't fully comprehend the immense levels of danger that came with this S Rank Monster. If he hadn't eliminated it, millions of humans could have perished.

In fact, killing it had not only saved those millions, but it even reduced the level of destruction the creature would have caused. The infrastructure that would have been damaged as a result of its rampage, and the resources that would be lost in the attempt to take it down—all of which existed on a national scale—were all avoided entirely.

… All because of Sobin.

He kept driving his truck at full speed without any knowledge of this, and only slowed down once he was close to his destination.

The smoke trail behind him drastically reduced, and the wind pressure that accompanied his vehicle began to vanish.

Within moments, good ol' Bessie moved at normal speeds as Sobin approached an imposing structure that stood a small distance from him. Walls as high as skyscrapers, if not higher, covered his line of sight, and they stretched on for miles—as far as the eyes could see.

"Those things must be at least a hundred meters high!" Sobin exclaimed to himself, causing the System to quickly respond:

[Indeed! The walls are exactly 170 meters tall, and they separate the uninhabitable zones from the rest of the zones in this Sector.]

"Ah… I see!" Sobin initially didn't know what Zones and Sectors meant in this world, but during his long drive, he had learned of a few things, including what those terms were all about.

Interpreting what the System told him, Sobin reckoned that a Sector was like a country, while Zones were like multiple states in the same country. As a result of the Apocalypse, there were only 12 Sectors left, and they were scattered all over the planet.

Each Sector had 100 Zones, though not all of those Zones were inhabitable.

'I looked at the map, and it seems we were shoved to the very edge of Sector E. But, how come we've covered so much distance and reached Zone E-46 already? Is the distance not that much?'

Sobin was confused about this.

No matter how fast his truck was moving, surely it wouldn't be able to cross state lines so quickly. He had been in the furthest Zone—Zone 99—yet he reached Zone 46 in about an hour.

How did that make sense?

'Oh well. I got transmigrated into an Apocalyptic world. None of this makes any sense.'

Sobin decided not to think too much of it and simply focused on the gate that his truck was now extremely close to. He slowly began to panic once he arrived at the checking area.

'What do I say to these people if they ask for identification?'

Despite this being an Apocalyptic world, they still had technology. He could see thrashed cars and demolished buildings on his way here. He even spotted crashed aeroplanes, sunken ships, and broken down bridges.

Surely, this was a very advanced world.

What was he going to do about getting into an inhabited zone if he didn't have any means of identification? More importantly, how could he complete Registration and get a job?

He had no idea!

Still, he swallowed his saliva and suppressed his doubts. Since the System gave him this quest, he hoped things would work out somehow.

"Greetings!" The glass slid down as Sobin flashed his best grin to the two officers in charge of the entry. He quickly noticed that they weren't human, but machines—robots or androids—that had humanoid shapes.

On their heads were human faces, most likely displayed from a remote spot far from this place. The humans looked at Sobin coldly, not returning his charming smile.

"Where are you coming from? Do you have identification?" One of the two asked him rather bluntly.

'How rude…' Despite thinking this, Sobin remained jovial.

"No… I sort of lost it. I can't really remember much, honestly." He scratched his head, trying to feign memory loss, but one look at the two faces on the robot told him that they were not buying his act.

Their skeptical gazes pierced his body, sending his brain into overdrive.

He had to act fast.

"Erm… But I know I'm a great deliveryman! I'm just looking for a job, so please give me a chance here! See my truck? It might look old and rundown, but she's a real beast—I promise you that!"

"Hey!" Bessie yelled out, slightly offended by her master's statement.

Sobin silently apologized to her, but he had to be diplomatic here. He was used to sucking up to the appropriate authorities, and he knew this tactic worked very well.

And, just as he expected, the expressions of the officers brightened almost instantly.

"You're a Rider? Why didn't you say so from the start!" One of the officers said, even going as far as bowing to him respectfully.

'E-eh?' Sobin never expected his plan to work so well.

"You can just drive up ahead and get a new registration, sir. We understand the nature of your work and how it could get misplaced at times…"

"Indeed. Indeed." Sobin bobbed his head while smiling like an idiot. "Well… I'd best be on my way then. Duty calls…"

"Take care, sir!"

"Thank you for your service, sir!"

The officers bid Sobin farewell, waving him goodbye as he left the gate and entered the vast premises of Zone E-46.

Only after confirming that he was out of sight did the two officers converse.

"What a guy… I could not read him at all. But should we have let him in without an ID? The machine didn't read any Corrupt Energy from him, which means he isn't infected, but still…"

"Are you crazy?" The other officer snarled. "He is someone who just came in from the uninhabited zones and was unscathed. I'm sure he's a high-level Rider who is on some super secret mission that the likes of us aren't privy to."

"Hmm… true. I did find it strange that he seemed very vague and secretive." The expression of the previously skeptical officer softened and even became one of admiration.

"What a guy! Unlike we, who remotely pilot these robots from a relatively safe location, he actually braved the dangers and ventured into the uninhabited zones… Riders are truly impressive!"

The officers kept talking about Sobin without his knowledge, as he drove ahead to the Registration Center.