The black train tracks spread wildly across this emerald green planet.
Ye Qiyan stood inside the locomotive, gazing into the distance.
It had been about an hour since he left District 11, traveling towards the coordinates.
This planet was just as lushly green as it had appeared from space before the Hanging Gardens fell.
Forests, grasslands, swamps, even the ravines were filled with greenery...
In short, it was completely different from the desolate scenery of the Wasteland.
A crackle of electricity sounded in the sky.
Ye Qiyan stretched his arm out the window.
The Goshawk, its body shimmering with electricity, landed on Ye Qiyan's arm and affectionately rubbed its beak against its master's cheek.
It let out a screech, signifying yes.
"Well done."
Satisfied, Ye Qiyan pulled out a carrot and tossed it to the Goshawk.
Precisely because plants were everywhere, the path towards the coordinates couldn't be a straight shot. Many places couldn't even accommodate the train's passage.
Stopping and starting, they finally reached this forest.
Ye Qiyan simply sent the Goshawk ahead to scout whether they could pass through.
As for how to make the train advance through this dense forest...
"Train Armament: Doomsday Drill."
"And Wealth Protective Barrier."
"Charge in!"
There were no roads in the forest.
Then they would use the drill to bore one out.
The tracks extended forward.
The train accelerated.
As the Imminent Demise Drill began to spin, the trees in the train's wake were torn down one after another.
Coupled with the protection of the Wealth Protective Barrier, a safe, brand-new path was thus forged.
"There really are a lot of trees here. Might as well collect some."
Train Module: Mechanical Arms.
This module, purchased from the upgrade options after reaching Train Level 9, could finally serve some purpose.
Large quantities of Wood were loaded by the Mechanical Arms into the Storage Unit, replenishing Ye Qiyan's resource consumption.
Added to the Mechanical Parts and metal collected last time in the Fog Nation.
Now, he certainly wouldn't lack these three basic resources.
The drill churned, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake.
Roughly half an hour later, the train finally broke through the forest.
The path ahead suddenly opened up.
A town inhabited by humans appeared before his eyes.
"So people really do live here, but..."
"There seem to be more monsters."
The town's streets were littered with the remains of the dead.
Humanoid monsters swarmed the sky, feeding on humans.
Their forms were very similar to those birdmen who attacked District 11, likely all believers who had worshipped the deceased God of Wind Wings.
"It doesn't look like anyone is still alive."
Ye Qiyan initially didn't plan to stop here.
However, the moment those birdmen noticed the train, they immediately let out sharp, piercing shrieks.
As if seeing their father's murderer, their bodies radiating a frenzied aura, they surged towards the train.
"Tsk tsk, does this count as taking the blame for Sister Shaya? But, being this ugly is quite detestable~"
"And, flying this high, the fall must be brutal."
[Train Armament: Airspace Purge]
A blinding red curtain instantly pressed down from the sky.
"Eve."
The command was issued.
On the train's roof.
Eve aimed its numerous dark gun barrels at the sky.
As the triggers began to be pulled.
A terrifying barrage of firepower instantly blasted a huge hole through the dark, swarming Monster Tide.
Plop plop plop...
It rained from the sky.
A rain of monster fragments.
In less than ten minutes, the sky was pristine and clear.
"Done."
With the slaughter over, the Honeycomb Carriage was opened. The relatively intact monster fragments would be brought back into the train to become their food.
During this time.
Eve on the roof suddenly activated its targeting mode.
One by one, figures emerged from within the town.
The gun barrels aimed, but didn't fire immediately.
This meant the targets it locked onto didn't carry much hostility.
"More monsters? No, I gave the order. If they were monsters, Eve would have opened fire immediately. Then..."
Puzzled, he looked in that direction.
He saw a group of plainly dressed people, seemingly living in the medieval era, and a man dressed in modern clothing, all running out from various hidden corners of the town.
"G-Great one! Train Conductor! Have you come to save me?"
Save, me?
Not us?
Ye Qiyan leaned against the train window, one hand propping his chin, sizing up the approaching man from head to toe.
"Bang—!"
A gunshot rang out.
A faint wisp of smoke curled from the Sky Eagle's barrel.
A bullet landed with pinpoint accuracy right at the man's feet.
"I suggest you don't come any closer."
The man's body stiffened, hurriedly stopping in his tracks. Looking at the figure inside the window, his eyes...
Actually held?
Fanaticism??
How strange.
Ye Qiyan was certain he didn't know this guy. What did that look in his eyes mean?
"G-Great one, I am Liang Ting, the director responsible for this stage! To be able to meet a great Train Conductor here, and one as powerful as yourself, I could die without regret!"
"So the Hanging Gardens really fell? Great one, c-can I still go back?"
Stage?
Those two words sound so familiar...
Ye Qiyan narrowed his eyes slightly, the power of Bewitchment subtly manifesting~
"The Hanging Gardens just disintegrated and fell onto this world. It will be restored in three days. As for you, I don't know any director, nor do I know what 'stage' you're talking about. You, are you not a Train Conductor?"
Hearing this, Liang Ting, as if hearing some great blasphemy, hurriedly shook his head in denial.
"No, no, no! I'm just a city resident still striving to become a Train Conductor. But rest assured, great one, I only need to work hard for five more years! No, three! Three years, and I will definitely save enough to buy a locomotive! Once I pass the assessment, I can become a great Train Conductor too!"
Fanaticism... growing ever more fanatical.
This fanaticism even resembled religious faith.
Was he a native? Yet this Liang Ting seemed to harbor a strange arrogance towards the fellow Station World natives behind him.
"If you are not a Train Conductor from the Hanging Gardens, it's not strange that you don't know about the stage and the director."
"The so-called 'stage' refers to areas like this small town. The Director Department brings many native scum from small Station Worlds here. They become tools for the great Train Conductors to vent their desires."
"It's a pity the situation is urgent now. Otherwise, you could also try this form of entertainment."
"No, I'm sorry, great Train Conductor, I spoke incorrectly. Even if you wish to use the lives of these native scum for entertainment and venting now, I... I will prepare the most interesting script for you."
"Making you the absolute ruler of this stage."
"What do you think?"
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