Train Survival: I Can Evolve Everything!

What is a god?

The answer to this question varies in each person's heart.

The sublime are gods, the powerful are gods.

Those who are worshipped are gods.

But are these truly gods?

The question remains the same.

What is a god?

Outside Matmu Holy City.

"Hurry, run! As long as we reach the Holy City! The Heavenly God will protect us!"

Pleading, weeping, sorrow.

Emotions converge in one place.

When the merchant caravan Ye Qiyan was with arrived here, seeing the ground littered with corpses ravaged by magical beasts, and the countless monsters that had already surrounded this entire holy city.

Aishara's expression turned extremely grim.

How many groups was this already?

From setting out from the city to this point along the journey, the magical beasts throughout the desert and those desert bandits seemed to have received some kind of command.

Day and night, they were frantically assaulting travelers in the desert.

Aishara had already seen who knows how many similar corpses.

What truly pained her was that the vast majority of the rebel army they had agreed to gather had also been killed by the magical beasts and desert bandits.

In the end, forget about assembling an army of tens of thousands, they probably didn't even have two or three thousand people left.

And just as she had thought, when the rebel leaders gathered together and reported their respective troop numbers, after consolidating the figures.

Less than three thousand.

With this number, forget about besieging a city, even a slightly fortified stronghold would be difficult to breach in this world where magic exists.

"Damn it, that despicable traitor! He must have already discovered our movements! This is him being afraid! He is terrified!"

Aishara, this woman seemed to harbor an extremely intense hatred and obsession towards Matmu.

Even when some people lost their nerve, she did not change her mind in the slightest.

"Mr. Ye! We still have Mr. Ye! As long as we can enter the Holy City, as long as we can find that despicable scoundrel!"

She stood among several men, introducing Ye Qiyan's presence.

"This is a powerful mage from ancient times who has truly seen the God Nefeti. He has slept until now precisely to help us defeat the False God and return the desert to the rule of the great Nefeti!"

Those few men did not believe in Ye Qiyan's abilities because he looked too young, but when Lisette used Skull-Piercing Thrust to effortlessly dispatch several provocative fellows, such voices diminished considerably.

Things had already reached this point; they could no longer retreat.

All the rebel forces would enter the Holy City under the pretext of pilgrimage.

In the city, they would separately head to the temple, right there, in the very center of the city, to start the war.

Entering the Holy City, reaching the temple.

Everything went smoothly, almost too smoothly.

Everyone in the city was praying, prostrating and kowtowing towards the massive thousand-meter-tall statue in the very center.

No one paid attention to a group of people carrying weapons, who looked nothing like believers, heading towards the temple.

No one cared that these people gathered in one place, their eyes all filled with ferocity.

Until these more than two thousand people arrived outside the temple gates and, under Aishara's leadership, charged towards the main square in front of the temple.

A bald man wearing a dull yellow priest's robe stood before the door, his gaze indifferent, showing not a trace of emotion.

He opened his mouth and, in a nearly mechanical tone, looked towards Ye Qiyan who was watching the spectacle from the rear of the crowd, not having activated Arrogance.

"Respected Train Conductor, my God invites you to ascend the tower for a discussion."

Before Ye Qiyan.

Those believers, like puppets on strings, parted in an extremely orderly manner, creating a path leading forward.

The temple's priests, Matmu's followers.

They completely disregarded the more than two thousand rebels led by Aishara.

As if these people were merely air.

Should he accept this invitation?

This wasn't something worth agonizing over.

He strode directly forward, heading towards that enormous dog-headed human statue.

And simultaneously.

Just as he advanced.

Among those more than two thousand rebels, over half suddenly turned traitor, raising their weapons, and swung their blades down upon those beside them.

And among them, the most unexpected.

Was Aishara, the initiator of this rebellion.

Her face was full of shock, unable to control herself as she raised her blade.

"I, me?! Mr. Ye!"

Aishara painfully slaughtered the people around her.

Her tone was filled with agony, her entire person transformed into a manipulated puppet.

Ye Qiyan did not stop walking, he didn't even pause for an instant.

He entered inside the statue.

Entered this towering pagoda reaching for the heavens.

That priest ushered him into a metal elevator.

Stepping inside, in the dim space, devout believers were visible everywhere.

They were praying, they were chanting.

All the voices echoed within this space.

The power named faith, followed the pagoda, converging upwards.

Ding—

The elevator reached the top floor.

Here was a courtyard, a courtyard full of plants.

Ye Qiyan's gaze fell on the very center of the courtyard, a locomotive section with sunglasses and a dog-headed golden statue hanging at the front.

"Welcome to my courtyard, this, colleague."

A man's voice came from behind the locomotive section.

Not dog-headed and human-bodied, but a genuine, true human.

"I am Matmu, as you can see, the Heavenly God of this world, and also, a Train Conductor."

"Your personality is really strange. Back in that city when I took your thing, your phantom seemed quite angry. Now you're, gentle and refined?"

Ye Qiyan's tone seemed flippant, but his eyes were filled with caution.

Compared to facing gods, a high-level Train Conductor like this was even more troublesome to deal with.

"That was my anger."

A phantom of a dog-headed, human-bodied figure appeared beside Matmu.

Its face was ferocious, perpetually angry, quite similar to the phantom from that night.

"So that's how it is. So, do you still want to take this feather back?"

Ye Qiyan took out that [Nefeti's Reversed Feather].

The moment the reversed feather appeared, it uncontrollably tried to escape his palm, wanting to fly in a certain direction.

"Naturally so."

"Then there's nothing to talk about, is there?"

"You are no match for me. Now, your last chance, leave the feather and depart from here, I, will spare your life."

"That won't do~"

The fake smile hanging on Ye Qiyan's face gradually disappeared.

Tap—

A crisp snap of fingers echoed through the courtyard.

"I, personally, have no record of fleeing in panic within a Station World."

Seven Demon Cards appeared from the Void Card Repository, behind Ye Qiyan, coalescing into his [Ring of Evil].

"Moreover, why would you think I'd be afraid of a Stagnant One who chose to stay in a Station World to play so-called Heavenly God?"

"The one who should run, should be you."

"So you are a Card Sequence holder, no wonder, so confident."

The appearance of the Demon Cards did not cause much fluctuation on Matmu's face.

"Possessing seven, yet only able to enter a Level 9 station, your Train level cannot exceed forty."

"So young, so low-level, yet so wealthy. It seems you are the one chosen by the Card Sequence."

Matmu stated his conclusion with great certainty and calmness.

He raised his palm, and that angry dog-headed clone appeared beside him.

"Found you! Thief!"

The clone was angry, the main body calm.

"Your talent is not bad, it's just, you met me."

The angry clone, holding a scepter, flew into the air. A single, savage bark of a dog was heard.

Then it soared into the sky.

Massive amounts of yellow sand were under its control, sweeping forward like a tidal wave, crashing towards Ye Qiyan.

[Courage·Wandering Star Holy Sigil]

A golden-red barrier isolated the raging sand outside.

The Demon Cards behind Ye Qiyan each shone with the light of malice.

The Raven demon's massive form flew high into the air, joining with the Demon Raven that had returned from hunting, leading numerous Corpse Crows, forming a fierce Black Feather Storm to contend against this sand.

Caw— Caw—

Piercing cries resounded across the heavens.

Countless Corpse Crows, carrying an aura of death, swarmed towards that angry clone.

"Scram, scram!"

The yellow sand condensed, instantly exploding.

A large number of Corpse Crows fell, but even more Corpse Crows were born from the corpses of those who died in the war below.

Matmu's angry clone was completely restrained by the twin raven evils.

"The Card Sequence is indeed a fascinating power. Weak as you are, with just one card you can block my clone."

"What about next?"

[Joy] [Kindness] [Malice] [Laziness] [Sorrow]

Five dog-headed human clones manifested in different forms around Matmu.

And more, yellow sand soldiers rose from the ground, compressing the space within this courtyard.

The statue could not bear this weight and began to collapse backward, crashing straight down towards the center of this city.

[Celestial Comet Drive—]

Ye Qiyan flew into the air. From the Demon Cards behind him, Red Tears and Defiance appeared beside him.

Only Gluttony landed, the tiny silver-white Slime devouring the yellow sand on the ground!

[Gluttony—Transformation]

Thick steam mixed with the roar of machinery.

The Steam King floated in this space.

On its shoulders stood the Goblin Champion and the headless goblin apostle respectively.

An army transformed from various monsters, humans, and machinery destroyed those soldiers transformed from yellow sand.

The Goblin Champion and the headless goblin confronted the Joy clone.

The Train detached from the Matrix, the armed Hangar opened!

[Abyss Mech-soldier] [Lancelot] [Scoundrel] three special mech-soldiers plus twenty-nine Endless units appeared together.

Scoundrel fought Kindness, the Abyss dueled Laziness, Lancelot combined with ten Endless units to besiege Malice.

And the final Sorrow was handed by Ye Qiyan to the Sky-Resonant Thunder Eagle circling in the sky, which cast him a pleading, longing look.

The battle with the clones continued, but within this city, the vast number of believers and priests, many among them also possessed formidable power.

But the Level 8 Endless Mech-soldiers could completely hold their own one-on-one.

The entire combat power of this city was being held back by Ye Qiyan's strength alone.

"Any other tricks? Bring them all out, Senior."

Matmu's expression still showed no change.

He did not care about the deaths of his subordinates, nor did he care about the victory or defeat of his clones.

He merely raised his head to gaze at the sky and, in a voice only he and Ye Qiyan could hear, spoke:

"Do you know what a god is?"

"Possessing great power? Being revered by thousands? Or... simply having the name of a god?"

Matmu's gaze returned to Ye Qiyan.

The two of them, eyes meeting, as if they were inherently opposed.

"These, are not gods."

"Power only creates stronger monsters. Faith, a leaf blocking one's sight. Identity? Utterly meaningless."

"But, I know how to become a true god."

As Matmu's words fell.

Endless yellow sand converged from all directions outside the city towards this place.

Within this yellow sand, a great number of magical beasts living in the desert and desert bandits hidden within the sandstorms gathered.

They joined this war that, for Ye Qiyan, was completely isolated and without reinforcements.

"So you chose stagnation, hiding at this station, choosing to be a... false god who has both faith, identity, and power?"

"A summer insect cannot discuss ice. You will not understand what a true god is. This answer, you are also unworthy of knowing."

"Oh? Is that so?"

[Defiance × Bewitchment]

The mark of Bewitchment appeared on the back of Ye Qiyan's hand.

"I'm very curious. Before you die by my hand, tell me, what's the difference between your so-called True God and those numbered monster gods?"

Matmu subconsciously opened his mouth, then suddenly realized something was wrong.

For the first time, a look of surprise appeared on that indifferent face.

Then, uncontrollably, he opened his mouth and replied:

"True Gods exist in the Wasteland. Only... by surpassing, can one achieve the great power of a True God."

Hum—!

A resonant sound rang out from nowhere.

Only by surpassing?

What a laughable answer.

He possessed Overdrive, and not just himself.

If surpassing was the path to becoming a true god, then he would have succeeded long ago.

"So you found the method to become a god? Staying in this world, putting on a dog's head, playing dog-headed Heavenly God?"

"Ignorant."

Matmu's main body picked up the scepter.

Swinging it, the entire sky was covered by clouds of yellow sand.

"Mortal, cannot comprehend a True God."

Yellow sand descended.

Sharp rain nails of sand fell from the sky.

The power of each rain nail was no less than that of one kilogram of TNT explosives.

Everything within the entire city was being frantically bombarded.

Matmu, this guy, was actively making his believers go to their deaths, letting his city be destroyed.

"Really tasteless. Rain made of sand isn't pretty at all."

"Red Tears."

The Demon Girl blinked, a line of bloody tears flowing from her crimson, beautiful eyes, tracing down her cheeks.

Above the clouds of yellow sand.

A flash of thunder exploded, Red Tears' rain pierced through the clouds of sand.

The entire world in this rain seemed dyed with a layer of blood-red filter.

"Draw sword—"

The command was given.

The Tear-Engraving Sword left its sheath.

Before Red Tears could reach out her hand, he took her hand.

Mental energy surged—!

The phantom of the Ancient Battlefield materialized completely in an instant.

"I don't need to understand the True God you speak of."

Light and shadow flickered, gales howled!

The Book of Reality and Illusion appeared before him, its pages flipping wildly!

From the Inverted Cross of Defiance, that Crown was grasped in his hand.

A passionate aria began to play amidst this torrent of light and shadow.

"Because."

"I will surpass everything."

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