Train Survival: I Can Evolve Everything!

Light and shadow fused into the sword.

Raised high.

The Tear-Engraving Sword continuously extended, piercing through the clouds.

Fall—

The engraved sword drew a circle.

An extremely smooth, mirror-like circular cross-section was sliced open by this sword.

The expression on Matmu's face turned grave.

He did not block it, nor did he dare to.

Instead, he swapped his main body with the angry clone.

The cross-section sliding down was space.

The clone sliding down was its body.

Crack—!

That was the sound of shattering glass, yet what shattered was not glass, but space, and Matmu's Angry Clone.

No wail, no pain. The moment Matmu's Angry Clone was slain, it was sucked into the terrifying chaotic currents of the void outside the sliced space and ground to dust.

Space rapidly repaired itself. Matmu frowned, his gaze towards Ye Qiyan filled with astonishment.

"Why? A Train Conductor capable of entering a Level 9 Station World should not possess a treasure of this level. This power... is at least a Level 12 artifact."

"Who are you?"

This was the first time he asked for Ye Qiyan's name, and also the first time, after witnessing the power of the Tear-Engraving Sword, that he truly regarded Ye Qiyan as an opponent capable of threatening him.

"You guess."

Answer him?

Why should he?

"Using a clone to save your life. Well then, let's see how many times you can dodge."

With one clone destroyed, the two Demon Ravens were freed, providing reinforcements across the battlefield.

Ye Qiyan crushed the Demon King's Crown, pushing the Defiance bonus for demons to its peak.

He released his hand. Red Tears flapped her wings, and her figure appeared behind Matmu.

Her crimson eyes shimmered with a strange light as she swung her sword.

Matmu turned and blocked with his Scepter.

Clang—!

The sound of clashing metal echoed across the battlefield.

His body was sent flying backward, and a tiny crack appeared on the Scepter used for blocking.

"That sword... isn't just Level 12?"

Having personally experienced the Tear-Engraving Sword up close, he finally realized something was terribly wrong.

"Level Thirteen?"

"The Wasteland... fears my ascension to the position of True God?"

"To actually send such a powerful person to come and kill me."

Matmu climbed out of the rubble.

He discarded the broken Level 8 Scepter.

With a flip of his hand, the dog head appeared in his grasp.

He placed the dog head upon his own, and Matmu's aura began to climb.

"A pity. You are too late."

Divinity, appeared.

Matmu's body gradually enlarged until it became identical to the dog-headed Heavenly God on the statue.

And at the very same moment, the System's Light Screen suddenly appeared before Ye Qiyan.

[Warning! Wasteland Divinity detected. Exercise caution!]

Wasteland Divinity, not like those numbered gods from before?

Moreover, there was no "pseudo" prefix.

Which meant, this type of divine lifeform was a True God acknowledged by the System?

The sound of barking filled the air. The heads of Matmu's Believers all transformed into the shape of dog heads.

Whether they were ordinary Believers or Priests with abilities, their strength increased greatly after the transformation.

Even the remaining five clones received varying degrees of enhancement.

The Clouds of Yellow Sand once again shrouded the sky, blocking the rain of red tears.

"I, Matmu, will set sail in the Wasteland with this world."

"I will become the first true god among humans!"

"And you, will become my stepping stone."

Toot—!!

That was the sound of a train whistle, and its source was not Ye Qiyan's Train, but Matmu's locomotive section.

This locomotive section passed through the ruins, passed through the void, heading straight for the Wasteland world, proceeding alone.

No, it was not proceeding alone.

Because...

This world was its carriage.

Its only carriage.

Matmu intended to pull an entire world as his carriage, to continue advancing through the Wasteland.

"I lack nothing now. Your Level 13 artifact has been used. What other skills do you have? Show them, or you will have no more chances."

Matmu waved his hand. Within the city, sand dunes rose from the ground one after another, continuously transforming into the forms of dog-headed Heavenly Gods identical to his clones.

Joy, anger, sorrow, pleasure—more emotions were stripped away from him.

"I am the Overcomer. I am the True God."

"This world shall travel with me."

"Now, set sail."

Compression, expulsion.

Ye Qiyan felt the malice of this world—no, rather, the malice of this carriage—towards him.

"I have lingered here, preparing for a hundred years, just for this day to arrive."

"You are merely the unfortunate soul sent by the Wasteland to stop me."

"You cannot, deal with Transcendence."

After his emotions were completely stripped away, he actually became more talkative than before.

His emotionless tone continuously mocked Ye Qiyan's ignorance and misfortune.

"From the moment you were forced to enter this station, you were abandoned by Fate, abandoned by the train system. The outcome is predetermined."

Ye Qiyan, who had been observing Matmu all along, suddenly laughed.

"You seem to think you've already won?"

"Let me tell you something."

"My arrival at this station was my own choice."

"And, even now, I still think my choice was correct."

He raised his hand towards the sky, his five fingers forming a loose grip.

High above the Clouds of Yellow Sand, at the zenith of the heavens.

The roar of machinery-driven dragons pierced through the yellow sand, transcending the world.

[Hunt-Patrol Mech-Dragon—Transcend Mode]

[Major Consumption Reduction, Maximum Output!]

Since its last evolution, The Hunt could absorb a maximum of 300 Train Coins worth of "everything."

This number didn't seem huge, but it wasn't small either.

When Matmu felt his "World Carriage" being devoured by some force, when he realized a Transcendence no less than—no, even greater than—the Transcendence he had spent a hundred years preparing to obtain...

A trace of irritation was born within Matmu's heart, which had stripped away all emotion.

"So that's it. To stop me, they sent an Overcomer."

"You..."

"Stop right there."

[Defiance X Bewitchment]

Ye Qiyan's right index finger pressed against his own lips.

A smile hung on his face, and his voice was clearly heard by Matmu.

A demon, was whispering.

"You think, a little too highly of yourself."

"Transcendence is merely a type of power, a tool that can be utilized."

"To stagnate here for the sake of a tool?"

"Senior."

"Your ability isn't even worthy of being targeted by the Wasteland."

"You are not even as good as a gnome."

"The only area where you surpass a gnome is that your clones, your soldiers, are more excellent."

This was the truth, not mockery.

Ye Qiyan stroked the Demon Raven that had landed on his shoulder.

And posed the final question.

"Senior."

"Will you die?"

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