Train Survival: I Can Evolve Everything!

A boy who looked utterly dejected, spoke with a stutter, and seemed like a long-time victim of school bullying.

He was using this weak, timid tone to speak of something terrifying with utmost seriousness.

Slaying a god.

A slight smile curled at the corner of Ye Qiyan's mouth.

As expected.

Shaya's words were proven true once again.

[There isn't a single normal person in the Imperial Sequence Organization]

No one, it seemed, could escape this law.

Of course, when Ye Qiyan thought of this again, he would silently exclude himself.

"Wh-what?"

"If I accidentally steal your target when the time comes, you won't get angry, will you?"

Achuan was stunned for a moment.

"Y-you mean... uh, wait a second..."

Achuan wiped the sweat that had broken out from speaking too anxiously, lowered his head, and continued typing on the system interface.

["You want to slay a god too? That dragon is very powerful, sure, but how long can you sustain that power? Just that one strike isn't enough to kill a deity."]

["You should... be careful."]

He really was a good person.

His words and actions showed not a hint of displeasure.

He even kept offering reminders.

"Thanks for the warning, Senior Achuan. I'll be careful. Oh, and happy Garden Festival?"

Ye Qiyan downed the milk tea in his cup, stood up, and left.

Achuan remained seated motionless. After a long while, a tiny chibi-style ghost spirit materialized on his shoulder, leaning close to his ear to whisper a few words.

"Senior... heh, hehe... I was actually called 'Senior'."

"I, I know... he's strong, but he's only been here, how long? Even if, he has many cards... it's impossible, to slay a god, right?"

"It's fine. Sister Zhu Xingshu said, the organization helps each other. I will protect everyone, everyone."

"......Especially, myself."

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"Brother Qiyan."

In the Level 5 item sales area.

Zhao Lin came running out, holding a box in her arms, her face filled with distress.

"Finished shopping?"

"Mm... All the money's gone. I don't know if this counts as good... It just kept following me, I had no choice but to buy it..."

Ye Qiyan raised an eyebrow and glanced at the thing Zhao Lin was holding.

It was an airline-approved pet carrier.

Inside the carrier, a creature with an entirely black body, a pair of long ears, amber eyes, and a crescent moon mark on its forehead was lying quietly.

It turned its gaze towards Ye Qiyan, gently waved its paw, and extended it out of the carrier.

Touching Ye Qiyan's hand.

[Calamity Moon Beast (Juvenile) (Level 5)]

[Feeds on mental energy. Places where it appears often experience unfortunate events.]

[Despised, feared, disliked.]

[No one has ever seen the adult form of a Calamity Moon Beast.]

[Perhaps everyone who saw it... died?]

"...."

"Brother Qiyan... I didn't want to buy it originally. I had just entered the place selling items, and it ran out of its glass display case and just latched onto me... The system directly deducted all my Train Coins."

"And the worst part is, it said because of special circumstances, I'm now in a state of debt. I still have to earn thirty more Train Coins later to repay it."

Zhao Lin spoke on the verge of tears. Clearly, she didn't really want this little beast that fed on mental energy.

She wasn't Ye Qiyan, who could recover a significant amount of mental energy just by resting a bit.

For the vast majority of Train Conductors, using mental energy to feed a pet that offered no combat power boost was a complete waste.

"This is a good thing."

Ye Qiyan withdrew his hand and said teasingly.

"Huh?"

"You've essentially used Train Coins to offset a portion of your misfortune. You were going to have bad luck anyway. This way, the next bit of bad luck you encounter might be a little smaller."

"Consider it, spending money to avert disaster?"

He couldn't help but feel a bit amused as he said this.

Zhao Lin looked at the box in her arms, sighed helplessly, and accepted her bad luck.

"Might as well treat it like raising a useless cat."

Living alone on a train, no matter what, would feel somewhat lonely.

Actually, thinking about it carefully, it's not hard to see.

Most Train Conductors' trains don't have just themselves on board.

Some choose to team up with several other Train Conductors, combining their trains for group exploration.

Some choose to buy native slaves in various cities to use as expendable resources.

Others seek numerous assistants, or let natives from various stations board their trains to adventure together.

Someone like Ye Qiyan, who refuses anyone else boarding his train, having only the machines he creates and pets raised from scratch, is relatively rare.

The Garden Festival—

This festival wasn't just for Train Conductors to trade.

That big star named Alice was singing at the top of her lungs above the Judgement Department headquarters, a spaceship, in the center of the First District.

The city's guilds and Judgement Department members worked together to maintain order.

Among them were people Ye Qiyan knew.

Fengfeng, Gong Feiyu...

The former's guild was sticking to its old business of maintaining on-site order; the latter was looking for opportunities to slack off.

Food streets, performance stages, all sorts of entertainment facilities...

Even a real zombie-shooting game was brought out, using zombies captured from a zombie crisis world as targets.

Ye Qiyan played it a bit and, relying on Judgment of Gunfire, accidentally won the grand prize: a tube of specially formulated universal zombie virus antidote.

Noise, joy.

Even without the Order Card present.

Because of this joy, the Train Conductors and native humans here chose to forget the tragedy that had occurred not long ago.

Like the calm before the storm.

Be it the gods, the hidden prisoners, or other unknown dangers.

Nothing happened.

They were waiting.

Ye Qiyan was also waiting.

On the never-failing pocket watch, time ticked away bit by bit.

【12:54:09】

Inside a tea restaurant.

Lisette stood silently beside Ye Qiyan, speaking in a voice only they could hear clearly:

"Six minutes left."

Six minutes, until 1:00 PM.

A time that should be very familiar to Train Conductors.

Whether it was that arena of Eris or many other events on many occasions.

They all seemed to be set for this time.

So, six minutes from now, today at 1:00 PM.

Which direction would things finally move in?

Ye Qiyan gently spun the Black Ebony in his hand, his eyes revealing excitement for the unknown.

In six minutes, the true adventure of this "Station World" called the Hanging Gardens would begin.

And Ye Qiyan wasn't the only one participating in this adventure.

All the Train Conductors of the Hanging Gardens, the Imperial Sequence Organization, the Judgement Department... and perhaps even more.

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