Train Survival: I Can Evolve Everything!

Judgement Department.

Chai Ming sat atop the most intact building in the entire Hanging Gardens.

This massive starship belonged solely to the Judgement Department, located in the First District of the Hanging Gardens.

His face expressionless, he looked at Gong Feiyu, who was secretly eating ice cream beside him, a few veins bulging on his forehead.

"Gong Feiyu! I called you here to report the situation, not to eat!"

Reluctantly, Gong Feiyu quickly tossed the ice cream into her mouth, discarded the container, and lazily yawned.

"Boss, I haven't slept for a day and a night. As for the report... well, there's not much to report. It's all a mess everywhere. We caught two more surviving prisoners from the Hanging Gardens Prison."

"And then?"

"No 'and then.'"

Gong Feiyu shrugged.

"Boss, don't make things difficult for me. The Imperial Sequence people are easier to deal with; they aren't hiding. One male member left, the one on the wanted poster named Achuan. The rest are still here, as if waiting for something."

"As for Abukado."

"That woman who used the venomous centipede at the concert before, who knows what got into her, actually went to provoke the Imperial Sequence's Angel. Who knows where she got blasted off to."

Gong Feiyu might not seem very reliable.

But that was just appearances.

She had indeed investigated the information Chai Ming wanted.

"Boss, what should we do next? Anyway, the city is already shattered like this, why not just abandon it?"

"...Get out."

"Oh..."

Gong Feiyu left the area.

On the vast platform, a wisp of smoke drifted over.

Tap, tap—

The sound of military boots stepping rang out.

Fan Huo's figure approached from not far away.

He tossed a cigar and a lighter to Chai Ming.

"Want one?"

Chai Ming did not refuse.

"What do you think I should do next?"

Lighting the cigar, he took a deep drag.

Chai Ming's heart gradually found peace.

Fan Huo said nothing, just kept smoking his cigar.

"In the end, I protected nothing. I was there spouting big words about defending the city, but against four Gods, I couldn't even kill a single one. If it weren't for your Imperial Sequence people, I could only watch helplessly as those monsters destroyed everything..."

"I seem to have grown weaker."

Fan Huo took the cigar from his mouth and answered Chai Ming's question in a deep, muffled voice.

"Not 'seem,' Chai Ming. You have grown far weaker than before."

"Train Conductors, once they stagnate, slowly decline. Whether it's you or others, Chai Ming, you've been stopped for too long. It's time to move forward again."

".......But..."

"People will always find their own way. Perhaps the protection you so self-righteously offer is, in their hearts, a shackle. It's time to set them free."

Chai Ming lowered his head in silence, seemingly having made some kind of decision.

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Gurgle, gurgle—

The hotpot was delicious, or rather, it was hard for it not to be delicious.

Especially the monster beast meat Shaya had procured from who-knows-where, sliced thin, paired with all sorts of other ingredients, creating a sumptuous feast.

However, what was more surprising was that Zhu Xingshu was also present at this gathering.

Who knows what this charlatan did during the time Ye Qiyan was resting.

Although Shaya still didn't have a pleasant expression for her, she wasn't as ready to throw hands as before.

"Huff... So, if you ever encounter something you can't solve, remember to tell me. Big sister will find a way to help you."

In a temporarily established station, Shaya boarded her Night Angel.

Little Tina poked her head out from the train window and waved at Ye Qiyan.

"Goodbye, big brother!"

She departed, together with Stacia.

Those left behind here were only Ye Qiyan and Zhu Xingshu.

"I should be going too."

His train was also parked not far away. Just as he was about to board and leave, Zhu Xingshu, who had hardly spoken since the gathering began, chose this moment to speak:

"Brother Ye, may I ask you a question?"

Ye Qiyan pointed at himself.

"Ask me? Boss, there probably isn't anything you don't know, right? Better not ask."

Zhu Xingshu shook her head and took a card from her pocket.

"For you."

"No reward without merit, better not."

"It's not a bad thing. Trust me a little... Ah, forget it. I guess I did go a little bit overboard, huh~"

A little bit?

Ye Qiyan felt like laughing.

"Hey, this is payment, payment! Remember what happened before you entered the Hanging Gardens? I said, as long as you lit that oil lamp, I'd give you the Time Flow Synchronization permission. So..."

"Hold it."

Ye Qiyan waved his hand.

"What oil lamp? I haven't seen it, much less obtained it. Boss, while this Time Flow Synchronization permission is nice, you should understand that a Train Conductor can't just accept gifts for nothing. What I did isn't worth that permission of yours."

The more she insisted on giving it, the less Ye Qiyan would take it.

He did not trust Zhu Xingshu.

Or rather, this charlatan was not worthy of trust.

Whatever she did, she definitely harbored some purpose.

"...Alright then. Let me tell you about that oil lamp. It's fine even if you didn't get it."

"Remember, if one day you obtain it and light it, the moment the Flame of the End extinguishes, the lamp's wick will transform into a fragment. That is a special fragment."

Zhu Xingshu poked her own cheek, put away the card containing the permission, and suddenly seemed to remember something. She took out a long, cloth-wrapped object from a spatial device on her wrist and placed it on the ground.

"This, take it or not, up to you. Hehe~"

She turned and left. Ye Qiyan dropped the feigned smile, frowned, and spoke in a deep voice:

"So, what did you want to ask me?"

Zhu Xingshu's footsteps halted. She stood silently in place for a long moment without moving. After a long while, she spoke softly:

"Brother Ye, if one day, there is a predetermined fate that you simply cannot conceive of any possibility of reversing, what would you do?"

"There is no such possibility."

His reply contained not a hint of hesitation, resolute and unequivocal, utterly sincere.

"Fate should be created by people, not by the murmuring whispers you hear. Even if it's about reversal or compliance, that is my own choice, not the 'fate' you speak of."

"I don't care about reversal, and I don't care about fate. I only care about myself. Are you satisfied with that answer?"

Zhu Xingshu remained standing there, silent.

Her gaze lowered. At this moment, the Blasphemy Card named Astrolabe shimmered with a dazzling radiance.

For a long, long time, she simply stood there in silence, saying nothing, doing nothing, before finally leaving this place.

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