The Wasteland really did have anything and everything.
The people of this world had actually managed to create counterfeit trains, and even ones capable of bearing Train Armament.
But clearly, a fake was still a fake.
This thing was nothing more than an empty shell.
It couldn't truly sail and traverse the Wasteland like an authentic Train.
Even so, Ye Qiyan had developed a strong interest in such a creation.
They belonged to the Lord of Chalk.
And they were aware of the existence of Train Conductors and Trains.
So...
The Knight on the rooftop was taken aback and answered instinctively:
"Our King descended from the heavens, bestowing grace upon us."
That was one of their proverbs, passed down among their children.
But the Knight didn't understand why he had suddenly blurted that out.
What the Knight did know, however, was that the Wasteland was a mysterious, terrifying place.
Only an outsider—a Train Conductor like the king they worshipped—could come from that world to this one.
So.
That was it.
This seemingly young man was exactly the one they were seeking.
"Greetings, great Train Conductor. It seems some accident occurred with Our King's summons, preventing you from directly arriving at the Eternal City. Instead, you appeared among these... you can see them too, I presume."
Ye Qiyan didn't answer.
He simply looked at the young girl beside him, whose face was full of shock.
"Ye, Brother Ye, what are you two talking about?"
"Anli."
Ye Qiyan spoke the girl's name.
"Charlie is still alive."
This wasn't a lie.
The nano-bee swarm he had left on Charlie for observation had indeed relayed back that the other's life signs still existed.
He was just very far from this place.
Beyond the range of the nano-bee swarm's consciousness link.
He raised a hand, pointing in a certain direction.
"Over there. Go look. You might find him."
"Charlie, he's still, still alive... but I..."
Anli was extremely agitated, but as she looked at the knights surrounding them, she felt at a loss.
The Knight standing on the rooftop was no fool.
Though he didn't understand why a human like Ye Qiyan was getting along so well with those Curse-Sacrificed people.
But this man was the King's guest.
Curse-Sacrificed beings could never be fully wiped out.
It didn't matter if a few were let go. In fact, to curry favor with this Train Conductor, he directly ordered that all surviving Curse-Sacrificed be released.
As for whether other patrolling knights would find and eliminate them, that was no longer his problem.
Anli didn't understand why these knights held Brother Ye in such high regard. But regardless, she was alive, and Charlie was alive too.
The Night People gradually dispersed.
What had once been a bustling settlement was now a hollow shell.
"So, esteemed Train Conductor, shall we depart for the Eternal City together?"
"No rush."
"But—!"
"I still have things to do. Wait for me here. Oh, by the way, what's your name?"
The Knight was stunned for a moment, then struck his chest with his fist in a salute and answered:
"I am the leader of the Third Knight Regiment under the Lord of Chalk, Hua Su. May I ask your honored name?"
"I see."
Ye Qiyan finally understood why those Night People took a dislike to his name.
He was a Knight, yet the warhorse beneath him was a Train.
He was a Knight, yet his name didn't carry that Western-world vibe, but was instead like his own.
"Ye Qiyan."
He tossed out his name, then turned and walked away.
The Raven Demon at the Recycling Station had sent him a message.
The recycling of that well was complete.
"..."
Hua Su watched Ye Qiyan's figure gradually disappear into the rain, and let out a slight sigh of relief.
"What an intense pressure... I never saw him truly fight, but if he's the same as Our King—an existence from the Wasteland making a move... we... should succeed, right?"
—
In front of the Processing Station.
The Raven Demon stood to the side, holding its burlap sack.
Before it lay a stack of night-colored stone slabs.
This was the material obtained from recycling the Night Well.
[Night Curse Stone × 9 (Level 8)]
[Category: Material]
[Can be used to create items]
[Possesses a portion of Curse-Sacrifice divinity]
Nine in total.
Ye Qiyan threw them into the black market.
According to Ailei's assessment, each one could sell for sixty Train Coins.
That meant, after almost an entire day in this Station World.
He had finally gained something.
"So, what kind of items can be made from this material?"
Ailei was searching for a buyer while answering Ye Qiyan's question.
["Some Train Conductors have various creative Modules. I'm not sure what exactly can be made, but this kind of rare, divinity-bearing material could probably be used to create an item of at least Level 8."]
"Level 8 item? For five hundred forty Train Coins?"
["Not necessarily. Crafting has a success rate. The more powerful the crafter, the better the materials they use. For a high-tier item like this above Level 8, you'd need at least four or five stones.
Of course, using more might yield better results.
However... while items made with this divinity material might be stronger than their same-level counterparts, their ceiling is fixed. Even if you used all nine, along with other rare materials, you couldn't create an item exceeding Level 8."]
"Oh? Is that so?"
["Mm-hmm. That should be common knowledge, shouldn't it, Member? Didn't you know?
Because divinity materials fix the lower limit.
For example, if you use an 11-level divinity material together with an 8-level one during crafting, the resulting item will still be Level 8. Of course, it would be a stronger Level 8 item.
Oh, I found a buyer. I'll inquire for you. According to your local time flow..."]
"No rush. Contact me again after I've conquered this station."
["Alright, esteemed Member. I wish you success in your conquest."]
He closed the black market.
The black market's built-in Time Flow Synchronization gradually ceased.
Ye Qiyan looked at the cave filled with flesh and corpse chunks and shook his head.
"Burn this place down."
He turned and walked out of the cave.
Without that well, this place no longer had any reason to exist.
The same went for this entire settlement.
Eve dropped an incendiary grenade inside. The flames, infused with the Flower of Evil, burned fiercely, consuming the cave even as the icy rain poured back in.
The flames spread outward.
The entire cave, along with the whole Elder Hall, began to burn.
Toot!
The steam whistle sounded.
This time, it was a real Train.
[Module: Station Startup]
The tracks extended, shattering the mountain peak.
Under Hua Su's stunned gaze, the pure-white Train leaped down the mountainside.
Ye Qiyan stretched his hand out the train window and waved.
"I won't wait for you. I already know the way to the Eternal City."
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