Train Survival: I Can Evolve Everything!

"Damn it, I absolutely cannot stay here any longer!"

"Damn, damn, damn!"

This time, no one stopped him.

Daxim cursed the presence that had trapped him as he sprinted toward the outside of the arena.

Right now, the way out to the outside world was mostly empty.

Even the security guards were inside the Pearl Light Arena watching the match.

His footsteps quickened along with the music playing from the surrounding shops.

Daxim was running away.

"Almost there, almost there... just up ahead!"

A shaft of light leading out of the arena.

It seemed like hope, a chance to escape this arena, to escape the beings trying to control him!

"As long as I get out! Leave this city! Give me enough time and I’ll grow stronger than that Altos! I’m a genuine demon man! Not just some ordinary human!"

That was right!

Daxim’s eyes were filled with hope.

Escape alive, reach the Wasteland, lie low and grow stronger, then go kill that Altos to take his Demon Card, and finally become the Demon Lord, achieving the Final Evil!

Daxim’s heart brimmed with ideals.

But...

Bang!

What was that sound?

It sounded like a gunshot.

A gunshot? That would be normal enough, people in the arena using firearms wasn’t unheard of.

So why did that gunshot make his soul tremble?

It must be an illusion.

Yes, it had to be an illusion.

He kept running, drawing closer to that hopeful light.

As long as he could get there...

As long as...

"Running pretty fast."

Daxim noticed several black feathered rays.

He heard a gentle voice...

Where the light feathers and the voice met.

Right at the center of that light he had taken for hope.

A young man with black, messy hair, smiling, his eyes flashing with azure and dark gold stood there.

Clinking—

The sound of chains echoed through the space.

Ah—

A sublime aria began to play slowly.

The dark inverted cross of Defiance and the shattered Throne of Corruption echoed one another.

When eight Demon Cards circled into a ring behind Ye Qiyan.

Ye Qiyan looked at Daxim and smiled, saying:

"So, what is your Demon Card?"

Fear-soaked sweat drenched the red-skinned face of Daxim.

"You, you—"

"Hm? Am I not being clear enough?"

Ye Qiyan sat back.

The shattered Black Throne obligingly adjusted itself before he sat, delighted to be touched by its master.

He crossed one leg, leisurely propping his cheek with a hand, and took a sip of the iced cola he had casually bought from a shop.

"Or would you prefer that I do it myself?"

"Ah!!!"

Daxim turned in a panic, trying to flee back.

But it was useless.

"Stand still."

[Demon Card·Supremacy]

[Supremacy: Rule]

[Demon: Shatter]

Ye Qiyan’s words rang through this space.

The rebellious aria adapted its melody to his voice.

"Stand still" was an order.

An order that, as a Demon, there was absolutely no means to refuse.

Daxim suddenly discovered that his consciousness, his body, even... his soul.

Every inch of his flesh, every cell, every sliver of will, defied his original intent, forcing his legs to freeze in place.

"Turn around."

Daxim trembled as he turned.

With a thud, he collapsed to his knees.

It wasn’t a verbal command so much as his body simply buckling under the pressure at that moment.

Tap... tap... tap...

With his forehead pressed to the ground, Daxim heard the sound of boots on the smooth stone approaching.

The sound grew nearer until he saw a pair of boots stop before him.

"Still not coming out?"

Ye Qiyan grabbed Daxim’s demon horn.

"Do you really think hiding inside this guy’s body—no, his soul—means I won’t find you?"

Boom!!!

Ye Qiyan lifted Daxim’s massive body and slammed it down!

"Ah!!"

A harrowing howl.

Hmm—

Boom!!!

Ye Qiyan casually snapped off the demon man’s horn, then slammed it into the ground again.

"Then stay inside obediently. Wait until this fellow’s body dies—"

"Ah!!!"

A more blood-curdling wail.

"Please, no, don't—"

Crunch!

Ye Qiyan stomped on the demon man’s face, crushing his jaw beneath his foot.

"Did I give you permission to speak?"

Hatred! Pain! Rage!!

Countless negative emotions converged inside Daxim’s heart!

He refused to accept it! Refused to be humiliated by Ye Qiyan like this!

He refused! If he had reached the Wasteland earlier, the one standing there now would have been him!

He refused!!!! Refused to be merely a holder of a Demon Card! A future Final Evil! To be treated with such degradation!

"Save me! Save me!!! Please! Don’t just stand by! Kill him! Kill him! Or, or help me escape! Without me, you won’t get away!!"

He begged his Demon Card deep within his soul.

"Damn it! Answer me! I can’t die here! I will become the Final Evil! I will rule the Wasteland! I will make all living things my slaves! My future cannot end here!"

The Demon Card remained silent.

"Answer me!!!"

—!

A shockwave appeared.

Everyone in the Pearl Light Arena felt the vibration to equal degrees.

But...

That tremor lasted less than an instant before vanishing.

Because...

"So really, isn’t it better to come out peacefully? I’m pressed for time. I promised someone I’d watch the match with them."

Ye Qiyan held a sword in his hand.

It was a sword formed by the second ability of [Demon Card·Supremacy].

Shatter.

Shatter what?

Shatter... the demon.

"Commit suicide."

Daxim, unable to resist, caught the Shatter Sword and in despair used it to end himself.

A card appeared before Ye Qiyan, vividly painted with a blade forged from blood and white bones in a furnace.

[Demon Card·Armed Fear]

That was its name.

"So it’s dead. And you? What are you planning to do?"

Ye Qiyan still wore that gentle smile.

And the Demon Card called Armed Fear chose to flee!

It could sense that once it fell into this human’s hands, it would no longer be itself!

After all—Ye Qiyan liked new things.

Something that had just gained self-awareness and was taken from someone else—of course he would infuse a little spirit into it.

Daxim’s body parts were forcibly gathered together.

A set of demonic armor covered his frame.

A deep, eerie flame spread outward, attempting to set this space alight to buy even a moment’s delay from Ye Qiyan.

However—

Useless.

Click—

Ye Qiyan snapped his fingers.

Clatter!

The rebellious black cross of Defiance, bearing the shattered Demon Sword, appeared before Armed Fear.

"Disobedient thing, I have no use for you."

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