Train Survival: I Can Evolve Everything!

"Speaking of which, can this thing even be sold for money? Eternal binding... there's no way to remove it, right?"

Looking at the appraised information, Ye Qiyan furrowed his brows slightly.

"This guy called the Lord of Night... he can't still be alive, can he?"

[Ding-dong—]

[Miatira Special Notice: Even if the holder dies, no entity bound by eternity can be unbound, altered, or revised.]

[No entity or power can interfere with it.]

[If forcibly interfered with, the item/life bound by [Eternal Binding] will... self-destruct.]

[The Wasteland]

[Is also the same.]

Ye Qiyan understood.

Although he couldn't toss this thing into the black market to sell for money, learning about the particularity of [Eternal Binding] wasn't a bad thing for him either.

As for whether it could be sublimated?

The answer was yes.

Because the moment Ye Qiyan touched this well with one of his fingers, he had already confirmed this.

He could forcibly sublimate this item.

Inject his own power into it.

Or even use Extreme Sublimation to reassemble it.

But just as the System had said—

Eternal binding wouldn't disappear.

Was this a bad thing?

Of course not.

Because every item by Ye Qiyan's side, every Mechanical Lifeform, every demon...

As sublimation progressed, sooner or later, all of them would also become one of those eternally bound to him.

"Can't sell it, but... leaving it sitting here like this is kind of a waste too."

Looking at this Night Well, Ye Qiyan stroked his chin, thinking briefly, when suddenly, an idea struck him.

"Right, eternal binding can't be undone, but what if I completely destroy it and then use the Processing Station to recycle it? Would the recycled materials also retain the eternal binding?"

["No, because after recycling, their 'existence' and 'everything' are effectively completely dead. The binding won't be undone, just the bound entity disappears."]

["The materials recovered are merely a 'corpse' being recycled."]

The System's description was somewhat abstract.

But indeed.

After being destroyed, it was equivalent to a unilateral disconnection on the bound party's end. Naturally, nothing would remain.

"Good. Eve, Raven, cut it up."

The order was given.

Without hesitation, Eve took out the [Eternal Cutter] and began slicing the Night Well from top to bottom.

This item tried to resist, extending tendrils of night-colored tentacles to grab Eve.

But how could its speed possibly compare to Eve's?

Weaving and dodging, spiral cutting.

In just a few seconds, the Night Well was sliced open from the ground downward.

Then.

The tall Raven demon caught the pieces thrown into the air one by one and placed them into the burlap sack.

When the last piece of stone was loaded.

Ye Qiyan also timely summoned the Processing Station.

"Recycle."

All the stones, along with the special energy contained within that item, were thrown onto the Processing Station piece by piece by the Raven demon.

"Hmm... still needs some time. What a pain. Oh well, let me rest a bit..."

His Stamina still hadn't recovered from the state of [Genuine Fatigue].

It seemed that only when he truly recovered to full capacity would he be able to return to normal.

The Matrix space expanded.

Ye Qiyan walked inside.

Lisette stood at the train's doorway, casting him a warm smile.

"Welcome home~ my master."

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"You're saying they found traces of Night People over there?"

"Yes, sir. The scout reports around three hundred people, and signs of Assassins were also detected among them."

The Knight, who had short black hair and stood atop the front of a train carriage—a vehicle with only a single carriage—wore gray-white battle armor and held a heavy greatsword. He frowned.

"Three hundred people? Past patrols never encountered this many Night People. What are they planning?"

"This... sir, the scout didn't get too close, so..."

"I understand."

The Knight hesitated slightly.

Looking at his subordinates riding on real horses beside him, and then at the train beneath his own feet, he sighed and silently said to himself:

["Three hundred people. I can't let them off this time. I'm sorry."]

The merciful Knight raised his greatsword.

"Advance. Eliminate those Night People. All for His Majesty!"

The train moved forward.

And beneath its wheels, what existed was not tracks—

But treads.

"Don't blame me."

The Knight muttered to himself.

Meanwhile.

Among the Night People sent out to search for and gather resources—

Charlie and his companions had fallen into some confusion.

"Is there really any resource here?"

"This is the elders' decision, and the elders have never been wrong. Alright, let's keep moving. Maybe we just haven't found the place yet."

"Yeah, makes sense..."

Hearing the girl beside him, Charlie's somewhat uneasy heart finally calmed down a little.

He continued leading the group forward.

But just as they were about to cross a hillside—

Dubi, who was scouting ahead, ran back in terror.

"RUN!!!"

He shouted with the loudest voice of his life.

And right behind him—

Thick arrows rained down from the sky alongside the icy rain.

The rumbling produced by the train traveling across the earth constantly pounded against their hearts.

Charlie's pupils contracted.

He grabbed the girl beside him and dove toward cover not far away.

"Retreat! Fall back now!"

The Night People fled in terror toward the path they came from.

But even with twice the leg length and more Stamina than humans—

They still couldn't outrun the Knights' warhorses.

And...

That train called the "Warhorse."

"Grant them a quick death."

As the train advanced, the Knight standing on its roof put away his mercy, replaced by cold ruthlessness.

"Kill."

One by one, the Night People fell in the rain of arrows.

When the first volley of arrows passed.

Clenching his teeth, Charlie pulled out the arrow lodged in his back.

The searing pain made his vision swim.

"Charlie! Charlie!"

"I-I'm fine. What about the others?"

He came back to his senses, looked around at the corpses strewn across the ground, and his eyes instantly snapped into focus.

"Damn Knights! Anli, take the rest and leave! I'll hold them off!"

"B-But—!"

"No buts! Go!"

Charlie struggled to his feet, the wound that had been pierced through tightening as his muscles contracted.

"Don't worry. I'm the man destined to become the hero of the Night People in the future! I'll definitely come back! Go tell the elders and the captain! Tell them to escape quickly!"

Charlie pulled out his dagger and put on the skull mask.

Black aura spread around him.

Dark light particles rose from the bodies of fallen Night People and merged into his body.

As Anli ran backward—

Only he remained here, alone, facing the Knight legion ahead.

"You dogs of the Lord of Chalk! You're not getting past me!"

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