Train Survival: I Can Evolve Everything!

“Sigh...”

A soft sigh.

Less than a hundred meters from the station, the golden-haired nun appeared before Ye Qiyan.

Her arrival came without any warning, as if she had always been there.

“The train is only level three, yet it can defeat my puppet. It’s been a long time since I’ve been this surprised.”

Creak—

The warning device activated.

But before any bullets could be fired, several black chains blocked the gun barrel.

“A warning watchtower device? You even have something like this? Lucky me.”

“Big sister, I have no past grudges or recent conflicts with you. There’s no need to be so hostile. If you want something, just take it yourself, okay?”

“I’m not taking your things, don’t worry. I’m not here to hurt you, or you would have died long ago.”

The golden-haired nun walked over and sized Ye Qiyan up from head to toe.

“Not running this time?”

“Can’t run.”

Ye Qiyan helplessly sat on the ground. Teleportation, controlling chains, puppets—this woman was clearly beyond what he could handle right now.

Actually, he still had the Judgment of Gunfire as his last trump card.

But she didn’t seem intent on killing him; otherwise, she wouldn’t just block him and waste so many words. Moreover, Ye Qiyan felt that even with Judgment of Gunfire, he probably wouldn’t win.

“Good that you understand. Come back with me. By the way, my name is Shaya. You can call me Sister Priestess if you want, I don’t mind.”

Shaya grabbed Ye Qiyan’s hand and pulled him up, her voluptuous figure displayed without reservation.

Underneath the delicate black and white nun’s habit, her long, slender white legs stepped on small black boots that clicked on the stone pavement.

Back inside the church, Shaya took out a Blasphemy Card, which was only one-third complete.

“Here.”

“For me?”

Ye Qiyan pointed at himself.

“Uh, forget it. Such a precious thing, you’d better keep it yourself.”

The more she wanted to give it, the less Ye Qiyan wanted it.

This thing called the Blasphemy Card was obviously not an ordinary item, or else she wouldn’t be holding it carefully with both hands.

Seeing Ye Qiyan’s expression, Shaya burst out laughing. She patted his shoulder and comforted him:

“Don’t be afraid. Look at me—I’m a nun. How could a kind-hearted nun harm anyone?”

“Sigh, I...”

Looking at the card that was forcibly shoved into his hand, Ye Qiyan reluctantly accepted it. At worst, he could find a chance to throw it away after escaping.

“Don’t even think about secretly throwing it away~”

Shaya’s hand grabbed the head of a villager puppet, and with a crunch, the head—requiring level three bullets plus black light armor-piercing enchantment to penetrate—was crushed to pieces.

Swallowing hard, Ye Qiyan looked at her slender, fair palm. It was hard to imagine she possessed such strength.

“Alright, Sister Shaya, I definitely won’t throw it away.”

After crushing the head, Shaya turned and walked to the prayer altar, picking up a book with a black cover.

“Tell me, what’s your talent?”

“...”

“Don’t want to say? Fine, I’m not the kind of woman who’s that curious about others’ secrets.”

“Hmm... really not telling? Okay, I won’t ask.”

This woman was really strange to the extreme.

However, Ye Qiyan was already certain of one thing.

He wasn’t going to die here, and Judgment of Gunfire probably wouldn’t help either.

The atmosphere grew silent. Looking up, his eyes met Shaya’s gaze.

Silence...

“Don’t you want to ask me something?”

Finally, Shaya broke the awkward silence.

“Aren’t you curious why I know the train conductor, why I know about Train Survival, why I know about talents, why I know...”

“Not curious. Curiosity killed the cat. I’m not the kind of man who likes to pry into others’ secrets.”

“You!”

Shaya’s expression twisted with frustration.

Her smile from before vanished instantly. She teleported in front of Ye Qiyan, glaring at him with dissatisfaction.

“Stare—”

Shaya crushed another puppet’s skull with her hand.

Ye Qiyan swallowed again. Being so close, he could smell a faint elegant floral fragrance emanating from Shaya. Leaning back, he hurriedly waved his hands.

“No, no need, Sister Shaya. Who exactly are you? What place is this? Why are you here? What was that card just now, and what do you want to do with me...”

“Stop!!”

Seeing Ye Qiyan opening his mouth to speak nonstop, Shaya reached out and covered his mouth.

“Wuwuwu!”

“Of all the things you said, which one do you want me to answer first?”

Ye Qiyan quickly shook his head to show he wasn’t being deliberately rude.

Damn, this woman changed her face faster than flipping a page. She was the one who told him to ask questions, and he just said one or two extra sentences. Was violence really necessary?

A kind-hearted nun? More like a violent woman.

Shaya let go and casually kicked a villager puppet aside, sitting cross-legged on a bench. Taking a deep breath, she once again revealed that holy and gentle demeanor, smiling warmly:

“Come to think of it, I’m kind of your senior. I arrived in this world twenty years ago to survive on the train.”

“Twenty years ago?!”

Just as he guessed, he was definitely not the first batch of survivors to arrive in this world.

That meant Shaya’s age should be...

“Are you thinking something very rude?”

“No, not at all. I was just thinking how someone as beautiful and kind-hearted as Sister Shaya could appear here.”

Hearing this, Shaya was momentarily distracted.

“I was sealed into this world.”

As she said this, her gaze returned to Ye Qiyan’s face.

“Normally, no one can enter this platform, because the bastard who sealed me erased this station completely. The higher the train’s level, the harder it is to find this place. So my former companions can’t come to rescue me.”

“And low-level trains have no qualifications to enter this station. But you entered. Why? Is it because of your talent?”

Ye Qiyan’s gaze shifted slightly.

If it weren’t for the Crossroads of Fate, this station’s destination should have been that slaughter station.

And the appearance of the Crossroads of Fate was also due to his talent.

So Shaya was right; all of this really was because of the Sublimation talent.

Seeing Ye Qiyan’s expression, the corner of Shaya’s mouth lifted a little.

“I won’t force you to tell me your secret, but don’t casually reveal your talent and abilities to others. After all, there are no good people in this world. Talent is something only a few survivors possess, and once you have it, it cannot be changed. Even the worst talent will make those without talent envious.”

“Of course, if you want to tell me, that’s fine. Sister won’t leak your secrets.”

“And that card too. You absolutely must not let anyone know you have the Blasphemy Card, not even your closest people. If anyone finds out you have it, someone will come for your life. Even if they can’t kill you, they’ll end up like me.”

Damn, such a dangerous thing, and she still gave it to me.

Ye Qiyan really wanted to say, why don’t you take it back? He had no luck to handle this card.

But looking into Shaya’s eyes, he knew that was impossible.

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