“Heavenly Organization?”
City of a Thousand Stars.
Babel Tower, top floor.
Above the clouds, inside the conference room.
Lu Jiayun listened to his subordinate’s report, his brow knitting slightly.
“There are still people from the Heavenly Organization alive? Fang Cheng... that guy disappeared many years ago. So he wasn’t dead after all. Bartos, go verify the authenticity of this intel.”
The burly man named Bartos scratched his head.
“Got it, boss. But what if it really is him? What should we do then? Should we—”
He wiped his hand across his own neck.
“Go confirm it. If it really is him, invite him to visit. If he refuses, then forget it.”
“Yes!”
Bartos turned and left the conference room.
In the large space, besides Lu Jiayun, only one person remained.
The former mayor of Suoluo City.
Grace.
“You want to use Fang Cheng? You also played a part in destroying the Heavenly Organization back then. If he finds out—”
“What of it if he finds out?”
Lu Jiayun replied calmly as he handled the city’s affairs.
“I’d rather he know. If Fang Cheng wants to know who contributed the most to the Heavenly Organization’s downfall, he’ll come ask me.”
Grace hesitated slightly.
“You... what are you planning?”
“To stir up trouble for the old Ancient Council crowd who’ve been too restless recently, so they stop coming to obstruct me—especially that Mr. Order.”
Ever since the Sloth card was stolen in Suoluo City.
Mr. Order, in the name of Karma, kept taking many valuable items from Lu Jiayun to construct his Order Heaven.
He suffered a crushing defeat in Miranda City, and so he’s been relentlessly trying to regain his former power.
Lu Jiayun had indeed lost an Order Card, and had to provide many precious materials as compensation.
That left him thoroughly displeased.
After all, if he calculated by value, what he’d given up had already exceeded a single Card Sequence.
“You’re planning to redirect the blame? Will Fang Cheng believe you?”
“He will have to.”
At that moment, Bartos, who had only just left, pushed the door open and came back in.
“Boss! I checked surveillance and the Capsule Tunnel info! That guy is definitely Fang Cheng, no doubt. But he seemed to only go into the city briefly, then boarded a train and left directly—probably headed into the Wasteland. Should we try to capture him?”
“He went into the city and left right away?”
Lu Jiayun was thoughtful.
“Let him go. No need to waste resources.”
“Ah, right.”
The conference room fell silent again.
After a moment of silence, Lu Jiayun spoke softly:
“The old men living in the city probably won’t gossip too much; after all, some of them were involved in the assassination.”
“Heh, who knows. Speaking of which, I contacted Joel a few days ago— that guy really looks younger and younger now. Unlike me, who looks like a middle-aged woman.”
Grace suddenly brought up Joel, the City Lord of the Nation on Ships, and Lu Jiayun’s mood soured a bit more.
Of the original twelve Homeward-bound Souls, three are already dead:
Han Qi of the Hanging Gardens, Agula Tengo of Miranda City, and Castanien of the City of Eternal Night.
Plus Grace, who lost control of Suoluo City, and Joel, who abandoned the Nation on Ships.
Five of the twelve cities are already cut off from the Homeward-bound Souls.
Among the remaining people, apart from Lu Jiayun himself,
the other six rarely attend meetings and have grown detached from the idea of returning home.
The Homeward-bound Souls organization is on the brink of becoming a name without substance.
“Joel... kept moving forward. That’s his choice. After all, the main reason he built and stayed in that city was because of the pact he made with the GT Mechanical World. It seems that pact has now been fulfilled.”
Grace sighed and summoned an ice mirror with a raised hand. Staring at her reflection, she made a decision.
“Lu Jiayun, let me go to the Nation on Ships. I know the place is gradually being controlled by people you sent, and only the City Lord position remains vacant. Let me go and become your ally there again.”
“...I don’t want you to go.”
Lu Jiayun said in a low voice:
“You are my only friend now. If you leave too...”
“What is there to be afraid of when we’re trying to return home? We are already traitors to humanity. Having cooperated with those monster gods, there’s no turning back anymore. Lu Jiayun, I’m tired... If I stay here much longer, I’ll probably give up on returning home too.”
Hearing her words tinged with despair, Lu Jiayun’s pupils tightened. He opened his mouth, but all that came out was a sigh.
“I’ll send people with you. One top-tier Guild plus two hundred elite fighters will be enough for you to gain a foothold in the Nation on Ships. The rest... will be up to you.”
Grace smiled faintly and looked at Lu Jiayun, recalling their first meeting.
Back then, he hadn’t been so weary, nor so pained.
The only thing that hadn’t changed was the heart that wanted to return home.
“Don’t worry. We are Homeward-bound Souls. To satisfy our desires, we can sacrifice countless people. So, Lu Jiayun, you must keep going until... the day we truly go home.”
“Go home...”
Lu Jiayun mouthed the words.
For a moment, a flicker of confusion passed across his eyes.
Could they really return?
“Yes, we can go back...”
————
The icy rain in the Wasteland gradually ceased.
Ye Qiyan kept the train moving across the Wasteland for several days without entering a Station World.
With weather like that, even entering a station would just create trouble.
So during those days, he sorted and consolidated the supplies across the carriages, and had Bedivere enter the Matrix to fully repair the train’s island platform stored there.
He also rearranged the carriage interiors to make everything neater and more attractive.
The remaining time was spent teaching Red Tears how to play games.
To be honest, those Train Conductors who make games are pretty impressive.
A single Train Coin can buy games that support up to a hundred players simultaneously in online PvP.
Apparently, they must have some kind of game production-master Module.
Ye Qiyan didn’t need that many online slots.
He just bought a few extra controllers so Red Tears, Lisette, Eve, WALL-E, Mingming, and the others could play some fighting games with him.
In combat, Red Tears was the strongest.
But inside the games...
Red Tears couldn’t even beat Mingming, who was smaller than the controller and just hopped around.
“Master~ the rain stopped.”
Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!
Use arrow keys (or A / D) to PREV/NEXT chapter