Train Survival: I Can Evolve Everything!

Early morning.

The weather still hadn't changed.

The Children of the Night sang praises to heaven's grace.

They disliked the daylight; only by immersing themselves in darkness could they feel truly alive.

Although the icy rain of this period had left many shivering from the cold,

and even many houses that weren't particularly sturdy couldn't withstand the chill,

at least,

the sky was dark.

As long as it was dark, they could still hold on.

these Children of the Night, when exposed to sunlight, suffered under the Lord of Chalk's curse—their bodies grew weak, fatigue set in, and strange, half-remembered thoughts would occasionally pop into their minds.

They were humans of the night,

and could only exist in the night.

What was daytime for ordinary people was their time to rest and avoid the light.

Now, with the icy rain arriving,

the Lord of Chalk's radiance was shrouded by dark clouds.

The Children of the Night didn't even need to sleep.

No one knew how long this icy rain would last.

Right now was the perfect opportunity to assassinate the Lord of Chalk.

So, the settlements of the Children of the Night had already begun preparing for war.

The Assassins were the final blade to pierce the Lord of Chalk's heart.

This was the education Charlie had received.

Ye Qiyan calmly looked at him and the other three teenage boys and girls.

"Is this your wish?"

"Yeah! I want to become the Hero of the Children of the Night! The champion who defeats the Lord of Chalk!"

Charlie's eyes sparkled.

If not for his strangely dark appearance, anyone would think he was an upright and courageous young Hero.

But this appearance—wasn't it odd?

Could any human actually look like this...

Suddenly, an image of the Smiling Face Person surfaced in Ye Qiyan's mind.

The same towering black body, the same elongated arms.

But that creature had been cursed by some False God, which was why it had become that way.

So what about these Children of the Night?

Were they cursed too?

No.

If they were truly cursed,

the System would have definitely been able to identify it.

Unless...

this was genuinely what their race looked like.

If there was a doubt, then ask.

Once this thought took root, Ye Qiyan directly changed the subject.

"Speaking of which, your appearance is really quite unique. Have the Children of the Night always looked like this?"

This question made Charlie pause.

He scratched his face, looked at Ye Qiyan, then suddenly lowered his head in shame and embarrassment.

"Sorry, Brother Ye... is it the mark on my face that startled you? I'm sorry. This mark of disgrace is something that must be branded on us once we become Assassin candidates.

It's meant to make us remember the humiliation of the Eternal City stealing our land from the Children of the Night..."

He silently put on his mask, thinking Ye Qiyan was disgusted by the scar on his face.

"In other words, aside from this scar, we all look the same."

"Uh, Brother Ye, isn't that how all humans are? Two arms, two legs, two eyes, one mouth, plus a nose and ears.

That was the first lesson we learned after being born from the Night Well."

Ye Qiyan thoughtfully studied Charlie.

Indeed.

If you stripped away the slightly strange face, the overly long arms and legs, and the pitch-black skin,

these guys actually met the most basic characteristics of a "Human."

"What is the Night Well?"

"It's... Brother Ye, I really can't talk about that kind of thing casually. Especially not to..."

Ye Qiyan pulled out Bewitchment, making no effort to hide it, holding it directly in his hand.

"Then let me rephrase the question. As an Adventurer, I'm very curious about special things. So, tell me—what is the Night Well?"

Charlie opened his mouth, unaware that anything was wrong.

He scratched his head, said "Oh," and then replied:

"It's not far from the settlement. The Children of the Night never die, because as long as you throw a part of their body left behind after death—some blood, a limb, or even a piece of flesh—into the Night Well, within half a month, a new batch of Children of the Night will be born.

There's a small Night Well in the settlement.

Legend has it that long, long ago, when the sky was still in eternal darkness,

the Imperial Capital of the Children of the Night had a giant well that could produce tens of thousands of Children of the Night at any time. If not for that traitor, the Lord of Chalk, the Imperial Capital wouldn't have fallen!"

Charlie rambled on, recounting the Lord of Chalk's atrocities.

But before he could go on too long, he suddenly stopped and looked outside.

"Sorry, Brother Ye. The team leader called me for a mission. I have to take a group of civilians to gather supplies in the eastern forest. Strange, we never used to go east before.

But hey, that makes sense now—it's always dark, and those knights from the Eternal City can't possibly come out."

"Yeah, indeed. I'll just wait here for you all, then."

"Alright! When I get back, I'll bring you some fruits from the forest. They're really tasty."

Charlie turned and ran out.

Along with the other three young Assassin candidates, he went to participate in what seemed like a simple daily task.

They had no idea

that they had already become sacrifices.

To make Ye Qiyan feel "guilty" and "angry,"

the Great Elder of this settlement had sent the boys, who had spent barely half a day with him, to a battlefield of certain death.

Using their lives to fill Ye Qiyan with hatred and disgust for the Lord of Chalk and the Eternal City.

Was this a good plan?

If the Train Conductor who had come here was Ain, the Hero of Abukado,

or Don Quixote, or a relatively kind Train Conductor completely unaware of their scheme,

they might actually have been fooled. In a fit of impulsive rage, they'd rush to serve as the vanguard to avenge those kids.

But he was Ye Qiyan.

Their entire plan had been broadcast live right before his eyes.

And even if, hypothetically,

he hadn't known this plan—did they think they could use a few unfamiliar lives to exchange for him becoming the vanguard, a blade held in someone else's hand?

Was this... because he had performed too well?

"Eve, have I been acting too much like an easy-to-trick, easy-to-bully good person?"

In the room assigned to Ye Qiyan,

Eve obediently followed behind him.

Hearing this question,

the rabbit ears on top of her head gradually softened, liquefied, and then turned into numbers.

[10/10]

Meaning, she gave her master's performance over the past two days a perfect score.

"Well... it seems that after occasionally playing the role of a city-protecting Hero back in Nation on Ships, I haven't fully switched back yet. Arriving at this station, the payback came pretty quickly."

Ye Qiyan grinned.

"So, you see~"

"Being a good person can really cost you."

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