The train gradually slowed down.
As the roaring noise faded, Ye Qiyan arrived at his first stop.
Before the train door, he took a deep breath, tightened his grip on the sublimated dagger, and pressed the button to open the door.
The world outside was silent.
The surroundings were pitch-black, but directly ahead in his line of sight stood a huge building the size of a matchbox.
He looked up; there was no sun here, yet both the road beneath his feet and the building were clearly visible.
"Space traversal is truly an incredible power. No wonder all trains have the same arrival time."
Stepping off the train, it took fewer than ten steps to reach the entrance. The door was tightly shut. Using the dagger, he pried open a gap, and the large door swung open. Immediately, a rotten stench hit him in the face.
Walking inside and looking around, rows of wooden crates were neatly arranged. The decaying smell was coming from these crates.
[Low-level Marksman Rifle]: Equipped with 20 low-grade bullets
Two guns, forty bullets.
This was the content of a single crate.
And there were many such crates in this armory.
"Good stuff."
After opening several crates in a row, Ye Qiyan moved all these loot back onto the train.
After several trips, the strength raised by excitement was finally nearing its limit.
[Current Stamina: 15 points]
Repeated use of sublimation had already pushed Ye Qiyan’s physical limits, but perhaps because of excitement, his spirit recovered to 70.
During the three hours the train stayed here, without energy replenishment, he estimated he wouldn’t have much strength left to move these supplies.
After resting for a while, Ye Qiyan stopped carrying and began to explore the armory. On a shelf in one room, he found several sealed iron boxes.
In his previous world, he had seen some videos introducing military supplies, and some iron boxes looked similar.
Curious, he walked over to those boxes. The imprinted markings on the surface were blurred, only vaguely resembling block shapes.
"Could it be..."
Ye Qiyan swallowed nervously. Prying open a corner of an iron box, he saw neatly arranged compressed biscuits resembling gold bars, emitting a faint milky aroma mixed with a slight fermented sour smell!
"So it really is!"
Regardless of whether these biscuits were expired, he grabbed one and stuffed it into his mouth.
"It would be great if I had some water."
Although the source of food for the upcoming period was secured, he still felt unsatisfied.
He only ate one compressed biscuit since these things could quench hunger but also caused thirst.
He found a total of four barrels of similar military rations in iron boxes, amounting to eighty compressed biscuits.
This was enough for a normal adult male to eat for about half a month.
Besides that, he also discovered some sealed barrels of water nearby, but unfortunately, the water smelled distinctly undrinkable.
Still, Ye Qiyan moved all of them onto the train.
This armory was a semi-enclosed space shaped like a matchbox. Collapsed shelves, piles of rotting debris on the ground, and the pervasive rotten smell floating in the air made exploration especially troublesome. The deeper he went, the stronger the stench became.
In over two hours, Ye Qiyan only found forty-two intact rifles. Most of the others had rotted and rusted due to improper preservation, their only value being salvageable at the processing station.
In addition, he loaded some easy-to-carry iron goods and wood onto the train.
The train’s upgrades could be sublimated directly, but manufacturing items also required resources. Even if he didn’t use them, he could trade them with others.
Carrying supplies back to the carriage once again, he glanced at the countdown on the control system.
There were still thirty minutes until departure, enough time for one or two more round trips.
"One more trip then. There should be enough time."
Looking at the train that was already becoming crowded, Ye Qiyan thought the first thing he needed to build was a normal carriage. The wood and mechanical parts recycled from those crates and the processing station were already sufficient, but metal was still lacking, so construction was temporarily impossible.
"These rooms don’t seem to have been entered yet."
Returning to the armory, he bypassed the scattered mess and headed straight to the innermost area. The few rooms he hadn’t explored were opened one by one. From the faint interior decoration, it was evident these places were once used for living and resting.
The first few rooms held no special finds, until the last one finally revealed something unexpected.
Crunch.
The sound of bones being crushed.
Ye Qiyan slowly lowered his head. Under his foot, a small leg bone from a skeleton was shattered.
"Sorry, brother, I didn’t mean to."
He wasn’t afraid; ever since he was young, even in terrifying horror movies, he only found them amusing. Occasionally attending funerals and seeing the swollen, blue faces of the deceased didn’t faze him.
Ye Qiyan withdrew his foot and was about to turn away when he suddenly noticed a paper document bag covered in dust beneath the skeleton.
It was not unusual for an armory to have document bags, but what was strange was how well preserved it was. Even iron and wood items had rotted so badly—why was a paper bag intact?
Driven by curiosity, Ye Qiyan pulled the document bag from beneath the skeleton.
He didn’t open it immediately but jogged back to the train. The control system inside had an item appraisal function. If there was a trap, it should be detected.
[Level 1 Treasure Chest] (Can be opened)
"This is actually a treasure chest?!"
Looking the thin folder over and under like a crisp biscuit, his face showed surprise and delight.
"Hey, thanks, old bone brother. I’ll make sure to give you a proper burial later."
He laughed and was about to open it when he suddenly paused.
"Wait, this treasure chest should be sublimatable too, right?"
Just like when sublimating the train, once such a thought appeared, it was impossible to shake off.
Glancing at his current personal stats.
[Stamina: 30] [Spirit: 80]
"This bag is so small, sublimation shouldn’t consume too much spirit. Besides, there are compressed biscuits, eating one can restore some stamina. No problem."
Perhaps this was a special feature of this world.
Stamina recovery after eating was very obvious.
Moreover, when a person starts to convince themselves, it means the decision is already made.
So, Ye Qiyan silently mouthed those two words in his heart.
"Sublimate."
The numbers for stamina and spirit began to decline continuously.
[Spirit falls below 50, entering self-doubt state]
He lay motionless on the carriage floor like a fish stranded ashore, staring at the slightly swaying ceiling lamp above. After a while, he sat up.
[Stamina: 30→20] [Spirit: 80→50]
"Seems like, no big deal."
Ye Qiyan scratched his head.
Besides physical fatigue, he didn’t feel any discomfort from the so-called self-doubt state.
Shaking his head, he carefully examined the folder in his hands, which seemed unchanged.
The stamina and spirit cost to upgrade a level 1 treasure chest to level 2 was a total of 40 points, larger than he had imagined.
[Level 2 Treasure Chest] (Can be opened)
"Looks like it can’t be sublimated further. Does this kind of thing only have one sublimation potential? Or is there some special rule?"
"Whatever, I’ll just open it first."
Rubbing his hands together, Ye Qiyan opened the folder in his hand.
[Opened Level 2 Treasure Chest]
[Obtained Train Coins: 4]
[Obtained: Colt M1911 Pistol]
[Obtained: Level 2 Blueprint: External Garbage Collector]
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