CHAPTER 59: POSSIBILITIES!

The name alone made Riku’s pulse spike. He tapped the entry, and the Armory Shop expanded it into full detail. A 3D render rotated in front of him—matte black plating, angular lines like a predator crouched on wheels. It didn’t look like a civilian SUV anymore. It looked like something that could drive through the end of the world and come out the other side unscratched.

[Rezvani Tank — 35,000 SP]

Seats: 5

Armor: Bulletproof glass, reinforced body panels (Level 3 protection)

Engine: 1000 hp supercharged V8, off-road suspension

Special: Thermal/Night Vision Package, EMP Protection, Run-Flat Tires

Fuel: Gasoline (High Octane)

Upgradable: Yes

Riku’s eyes widened. "EMP protection? Night vision package? This thing... it’s basically a damn supercar tank."

The System chimed another note.

[Special Note: Rezvani is classified as a Hybrid Vehicle — luxury & military combined. Cost balanced at 35,000 SP. May be customized further via Maintenance & Engineering skill upgrades.]

Riku rubbed the back of his neck, leaning against the office chair. His Maintenance skill hummed in his head again, supplying extra context automatically. The render flickered into an exploded diagram, showing him how the armor panels were modular, how the suspension could take a 50-foot jump without snapping, how the run-flat tires could keep rolling for 80 kilometers even shredded.

He exhaled slowly. "JLTV or Rezvani..."

Both cost the same—35,000 SP. But the differences were clear. JLTV was a battlefield workhorse, all function, no flair. Rezvani was something else—an apocalypse chariot. High-speed, brutal armor, enough features to make a single vehicle worth ten normal trucks.

The downside? Gasoline. Not diesel. He frowned, running a hand along his jawline. Gas was harder to keep stable long-term, and the Rezvani’s engine would drink it like water. But for a fast-response vehicle? For cutting through the city when a rescue or supply run demanded speed? It was perfect.

Riku flicked the panel closed and leaned back. "Well, I guess this is just a matter of preference. Besides, can I buy fuel here..."

He browsed the vehicle tab again and there he found gasoline and diesel being displayed as if available for purchase. And it is sold by the canister. 20 liters

[Fuel Available]

20L Gasoline Canister — 500 SP

20L Diesel Canister — 400 SP

"That’s great!" Riku said. He wouldn’t have to scour the fuel stations to get fuel, he could simply buy it from the system.

"Okay, Rezvani it is."

The words left his mouth heavier than he expected. A commitment. He dragged the purchase icon with a mental flick, and the System confirmed instantly.

[Rezvani Tank acquired! –35,000 SP]

[SP Balance: 755,245]

The Rezvani was now in his inventory. He would summon it when the time came. For now, just knowing it was there gave him a strange comfort—like having a trump card hidden up his sleeve.

But Riku wasn’t done browsing. His eyes drifted lower in the Armory Shop. Tabs gleamed faintly, some still locked behind level requirements, but one in particular made his pulse quicken.

Aircraft.

He tapped it.

The interface shifted. The Rezvani’s sleek 3D render shrank away, replaced by a carousel of flying machines that began spinning across his HUD. Civilian helicopters, passenger planes, even military-grade monsters rotated in crisp holographic detail.

"Holy..." Riku leaned closer, eyes narrowing as stats and costs scrolled past.

Civilian Aircraft

Robinson R44 Helicopter — 40,000 SP

Seats: 4 | Range: 560 km | Fuel: Aviation Gasoline

Description: Light civilian chopper, decent for recon and short-range evacuation.

Cessna 208 Caravan — 65,000 SP

Seats: 10 | Range: 1,200 km | Fuel: Aviation Gasoline/Diesel Conversion Available

Description: Reliable utility plane, short takeoff and landing capable.

Bell 407 Helicopter — 75,000 SP

Seats: 6 | Range: 650 km | Fuel: Jet-A1

Description: Civilian favorite, good for rapid transport and scouting.

Military Helicopters

UH-60 Blackhawk — 120,000 SP

Seats: 11 | Range: 590 km | Fuel: Jet Fuel

Armor: Light ballistic protection | Armament: Modular (Upgradeable)

Description: The workhorse of modern militaries. Multi-role transport and combat capable.

CH-47 Chinook — 200,000 SP

Seats: 33 | Range: 1,100 km | Fuel: Jet Fuel

Armor: Light | Cargo: Heavy-lift capable (up to 12 tons)

Description: Twin-rotor beast. Perfect for moving supplies or entire groups at once.

AH-64 Apache — 300,000 SP

Seats: 2 | Range: 476 km | Fuel: Jet Fuel

Armor: Heavy composite plating | Armament: 30mm chain gun, missile pods, rockets

Description: Attack helicopter. The apocalypse’s flying executioner.

Riku’s throat went dry. He scrolled back, lingering on the renders.

The Robinson and Cessna were serviceable, sure, but fragile. Too soft for a world where even rooftops weren’t safe from the dead. The Blackhawk, though—that was different. Rugged, armored, versatile. He could practically hear its rotor thunder already, slicing through the city skyline.

Then there was the Chinook. Twice the cost, but capable of lifting half the survivor group in one run, plus supplies. The sheer utility of it made his tactical brain hum.

And finally, the Apache. His lips tightened into something caught between awe and disbelief. "Three hundred thousand..." he muttered. The price tag alone made his SP balance look fragile. But the firepower—missiles, chain gun, armor that could shrug off small-arms fire—it was the very definition of overkill.

His Maintenance & Engineering skill twitched in his head, pulling schematics into focus without asking. He saw the Apache’s systems laid bare: chain gun assemblies, hydraulic lines for rotor pitch, electronic targeting packages. The Blackhawk’s modularity flickered in next, showing how weapon mounts could be stripped for extra seating or reinforced with side-plating. Even the Chinook unfolded into a mental diagram of cargo hooks, winches, and stabilizer systems.

Riku sat back heavily in the chair. The numbers spoke for themselves:

40,000 to 75,000 SP would buy him civilian air mobility—good for evac, but weak in combat.

120,000 to 200,000 SP opened true military transport. Tough, reliable, game-changing.

300,000 SP would drop a war machine into his lap, an airborne predator unmatched by anything the dead—or the living—could field.

He rubbed his temples, exhaling slow. "So that’s the air wing."

The temptation was brutal. He had the points for any of them right now. One spin of the Wheel of Fortune had made that possible. But he wasn’t reckless enough to blow half his balance in a single purchase—not yet.

Still, the thought of a Blackhawk parked on the supermarket’s roof, or a Chinook hovering above the parking lot with survivors roped inside—it was almost too much to ignore.

His gaze flicked back to the Rezvani’s entry in his inventory. Land mobility secured. Next came air. The question was when.

"Not yet," Riku muttered. "But soon. Real soon."

He closed the tab for now, though the images lingered in his mind long after the interface vanished.