Train Survival: I Can Evolve Everything!

[Defeated Divine Entity Designation — A-55 — Ingenuity, partial will]

[Enemy has escaped, system has completed partial recovery of False God power]

[Ding-dong~]

[Given that you, as a Train Conductor, have reached the fortieth station milestone.]

[Therefore, the recovery of this False God power will be presented to you by the system as three different options]

[Please select one from among [Core/Equipment/Material] as your reward for defeating this False God this time]

"There's a new trick like this, System, you really know how to keep things interesting."

[...]

"With such a prompt appearing, it means that Ingenuity God won't be showing up again. What a pity."

He looked towards the mechanical Grand Bishop who remained kneeling there motionless, praying devoutly.

"You don't seem afraid of death at all."

The Grand Bishop opened his eyes, his aged face showing no trace of fear.

His gaze met Ye Qiyan's in the air, and he spoke in a tone of sincere envy:

"Having reached this point, what is there to fear?"

He slowly rose to his feet, placing his palms together.

"Sir, I envy you, you powerful beings from other worlds, or rather, Train Conductors."

Ye Qiyan didn't speak, just calmly wiped the gun body, using a bit of spirit and stamina to condense new Bullets into the magazine.

"You can possess great power, and no matter what, you can always find a way forward."

"But I cannot, and neither can Nek Star."

The Bishop saw Ye Qiyan's actions, yet still showed no change in emotion. He slowly walked over to a deceased mechanical Monk and knelt down beside it.

"Sir, do you understand what it felt like when I learned that beyond this world, there exist Gods and other worlds?"

"Tell me."

The dark, hollow Gun Muzzle pressed against the top of the Bishop's head.

"I saw hope."

"As long as we use these coins, and with the most devout, most genuine wish, pray for outsiders to save the world, beings called Train Conductors actually appeared before us."

Clatter-clatter.

The body of the mechanical Monk lying in the pool of Blood was flipped over.

Revealing the Train Coins pressed underneath, soaked in Blood.

"You are strong, stronger than all the Train Conductors who came to this world before."

"One thousand and seventy-seven, Sir, this is the transaction you like..."

BANG—

The gunshot rang out, its deafening sound echoing through the empty center of the church.

"Do I look that easy to talk to?"

Ye Qiyan took out a bottle of cleaning agent from Eve's treatment slot—the kind you could buy anywhere on the Trading Platform—and poured it over the body.

The corpse gradually vanished, the Blood cleaned away spotlessly.

Only the one thousand and seventy-seven Train Coins remained, washed clean as if by flowing water.

"Works pretty well."

Tossing away the empty bottle, Ye Qiyan felt that sometimes he should check out the ordinary Trading Platform more often. At least that place had a pretty comprehensive selection of potions that could fit into Eve's treatment slot.

The church was silent.

Eve tiptoed, stepping over the corpses littering the floor to return to Ye Qiyan's side. A smile appeared on its face, its rabbit ears transforming into a knife, a building, and a question mark.

"Uprooting the source is indeed correct, but don't forget our real purpose for coming here."

Seeing all the rabbit ears turn into question marks, Ye Qiyan laughed and patted Eve's head.

"Of course it's weapons. The purpose of us coming to this city was precisely to update the equipment in your weapon slots."

"After all, you wouldn't want only the Heavy Machine Gun, the six-barrel cannon, and the Cutter to be your useful weapons, right?"

Eve blinked, the question marks on its head turning into hearts.

Excitement and happiness surged within its emotional module, the temperature of its entire mechanical body skyrocketing to 100°C.

Overjoyed, it directly pounced onto Ye Qiyan and hugged him.

"Hey, hey, hey! Hot, hot, hot! Get down, I'm going to get cooked!"

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"Boss, are we really going to steal the Train back in broad daylight?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down. If these natives discover us, it'll be a huge trouble. My weapons are still inside the Carriage."

Beneath the Strange Society headquarters building, in the shadows of the bushes used for greenery.

A young man wearing medieval leather armor and a mouse-girl following him were hiding there.

"Eh, Boss, look, aren't these natives rushing upwards in a hurry? Could something have happened up there?"

"Nonsense, I brought you here because I heard their alarm. Don't forget, your boss's ears have a high-level enhancement Module. Don't talk, let me listen to what's above..."

The young man's ears twitched. He closed his eyes, listening to the faint sounds carried back by the wind.

"Hmm... Someone died."

"Hiss, that's a loud gunshot."

"Whoa, damn, there's an explosion too! Where did that explode?"

The mouse-girl patted the young man's butt.

"Boss, it exploded over there."

"How do you know?"

"Because the rocks from above are already falling down."

"Holy crap, why didn't you say so earlier! Run!"

The young man pulled the mouse-girl and turned to run, but suddenly stopped.

"Boss-man, why aren't we running?"

The young man didn't speak, just looked up at the sky.

His field of vision extended continuously until he saw the silver-winged sinister silhouette that had already taken to the air.

The young man's hands trembled. Ignoring the falling rocks, he reached into the most conspicuous spot on the oversized backpack carried on the mouse-girl's back—a backpack taller than a person—and took down a Wanted Poster stuck there.

"N-no mistake! Absolutely no mistake! Although I can't see the face clearly, these wings, this texture, these red light fragments! Holy crap! Idol! Demon Mech-Dragon, Altos!!"

Hum—!

A red Targeting Ring instantly appeared beneath the feet of the young man and the mouse-girl.

The mouse-girl's ears stood straight up, sensing an intense chill, as if an attack from the sky would annihilate them the next second.

"Eek! Boss-man, not good! We're gonna get slaughtered! Run!"

She anxiously pulled the young man's hand, trying to drag him away to escape. The young man finally reacted too, using a certain spell to prepare to escape the area of the falling building.

Hum!

But with a light hum.

A silvery stream of stars instantly sliced through the rubble falling from the sky.

All sorts of Refined, powerful, dark, hollow muzzles firmly locked onto the two of them.

The mouse-girl slumped to the ground, the oversized backpack on her back almost tipping her over backwards.

"Mother, Boss-man, we're done for."

Eve expressionlessly watched this one human and one mouse.

It did not engage, did not fire, until Ye Qiyan descended from the sky.

The young man's mouth hung open for a long time without a reply. It wasn't until the mouse-girl beside him jumped up and closed his mouth for him that he finally said excitedly:

"Alive! A live idol! Mousey, I've seen a live Demon Mech-Dragon Man!"

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