Train Survival: I Can Evolve Everything!

In the melted train carriage.

Eve used the sharp tip of the Thunderlight Spear Throw to cut open an opening, inside which quietly lay several not particularly valuable items.

The vast majority of these items were of little use to Ye Qiyan.

Except for one box.

"Hmm?"

He opened the box.

Inside lay several somewhat familiar-looking things.

[1 Hour Train Stop Time (Tradable)] × 3

Three items that increase train stop time?

But that wasn't the main point. The key was that with these three, he only needed two more hours to reach the twenty-four hour stop duration.

Was he finally going to be able to enter the Level 8 platform?

"Tell me, what do you want me to help you with?"

An Yuankui's soul only had the upper half of his body remaining.

"That seal is the Heavenly Organization's seal, with my name and the message I left. If you happen to meet our boss, friend, could you give him the seal?"

The seal he mentioned was among the items.

Ye Qiyan picked it up, noticing the wing pattern engraved on it.

[Heavenly Organization's Seal]

[Perhaps this is the last trace of this organization in this world?]

The last trace?

The system appraisal seemed to state a certain fact.

The Heavenly Organization truly no longer existed, having been completely erased.

An Yuankui wasn't bound to the system, so he couldn't know the appraisal information.

He only knew that Ye Qiyan picked up the seal and stored it away.

"If I happen to meet him, I'll deliver it for you."

With these words.

An Yuankui finally dissipated.

Ye Qiyan stood up from the ground, brushing the dust off his pants.

He looked at the massive coffin-shaped hotel still standing beneath his feet.

Its presence occupied every corner of this entire platform.

Even though that anomaly had been eliminated, it still remained.

So next, it was time to see if there would be any unexpected gains.

Such a large place, searching with just his two legs was obviously not very practical.

So he sent out the Raven Demon and Eve to separate from him, randomly entering various floors to eliminate the remaining anomalies while collecting all valuable things they found and putting them into the Raven Demon's burlap sack to bring back to the train.

As for himself, he planned to return to the train first.

Because in the Illusory Surveillant's display.

WALL-E's figure had appeared.

However.

While passing through the third floor.

A human who clearly didn't belong to this world blocked his path.

This person was one of the Train Conductors who would compete with him at this station.

"Stop."

Ye Qiyan couldn't be bothered to respond and prepared to leave directly.

"Hey! You came down from upstairs? What exactly happened up there? I told you to stop, can't you hear me?!"

The irritable voice was annoying.

Ye Qiyan frowned slightly, looking at the Train Conductor behind him wearing a white suit with several followers beside him.

This person arrogantly curled his lips, hands in pockets, and walked straight over.

When he got close, this guy actually extended his finger, pointing at Ye Qiyan's face.

"Hey, can't you hear me calling you? Your ears— Ahh!!"

His words were cut short.

Because his outstretched hand was directly severed.

"You motherfucker!! Looking to die! I'm from the Emperor's Order organization!!"

Hmm?

Ye Qiyan raised his eyebrows slightly, quite interested as he opened the Emperor's Order organization's chat room and scanned the avatars of everyone there.

"The Emperor's Order organization? Then I must apologize. May I ask, which one on the bounty list are you?"

The man gritted his teeth, somewhat fearfully glancing at Red Tears and the sword in her embrace.

The people behind him all rushed over with weapons.

It wasn't hard to see that these people were helpers recruited from the city.

"Chop off his hand for me!"

The man shouted angrily while clutching his severed hand.

Then.

Well, there wasn't much then.

The skill level of these helpers wasn't very high, no, or rather, for Ye Qiyan, they weren't very high.

Red Tears eliminated most of them as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

Only a few remained standing in front of the man.

The man gritted his teeth and pushed one of them forward.

"Go! Use that sword!"

Sword?

Wait...

That sword looks so familiar?

Is that?

The native slave with a vacant expression was pushed to the front, like a wind-up doll.

He raised the long sword in his hand, his eyes turning white, blood frothing from his mouth.

"Ah!"

A piercing shriek sounded.

The sword released a malicious radiance.

This radiance enveloped Ye Qiyan and Red Tears.

His mental energy was continuously dropping.

For the first time, someone had actually targeted Ye Qiyan's mental energy.

"This is really... quite a coincidence."

He recognized that sword.

Because this was exactly the Deceitplay Sword that Smiling Mask had additionally given him back at Forward Station. Since it required lowering mental limits to use, Ye Qiyan didn't like it.

So he sold it at the black market.

He truly never expected.

To encounter it today, here.

It was just as the black market customer service had said.

Using native slaves with removed prefrontal lobes to activate it didn't require worrying about lowering limits.

There were countless Train Conductors in this world, yet such a low-probability event could actually happen, meeting it here.

This is really...

"Heh."

Ye Qiyan chuckled lightly and shook his head.

Completely unconcerned about the Deceitplay Sword's attack.

Bracing against the maddening radiance, he drew Moon Veil from his Armament Space and with just one strike severed the native slave's head.

Casually picking up the sword that fell to the ground.

Indeed, he still didn't like it.

"So, who are you in the Emperor's Order organization?"

Although, when away from home, identities are whatever you claim them to be.

But...

How could it be such a coincidence? Of all people, he had to run into him.

In the Emperor's Order organization, could there really be someone this weak?

Obviously.

Not very likely.

Because this guy.

Had no card sequence at all.

He was pretending.

Pretending to be from a terrorist organization?

Why bother?

"I, I am!"

"No, you're not."

Ye Qiyan walked straight forward.

Swinging his blade to kill the last few helpers the man had pushed forward.

Looking at the guy who had already collapsed sitting on the ground.

He put away his blade.

Pulled out his gun.

Fired.

The man's head exploded.

Ye Qiyan casually checked the avatars of everyone in the Emperor's Order organization's chat room.

Hmm, none were grayed out.

This guy was indeed pretending.

"Why bother? So weak yet so arrogant, and pretending to be from a terrorist organization... must have serious brain issues."

He casually kicked the guy's corpse, searched it briefly, and only found twenty-six Train Coins on him.

Quite rich?

Just too weak.

"This guy could buy things at the black market, so he should have a black market invitation card. Is it in his car or stored in his space?"

"Deceitplay Sword... tsk... never thought I'd get this thing back."

"Forget it, I'll sell it again. I don't believe I'll encounter it again in the future."

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