Train Survival: I Can Evolve Everything!

Choose?

There really wasn’t much to choose.

This vial of medicine should be used somewhere suitable at least once.

If one use could exchange for a decent quest reward, Ye Qiyan had no reason to refuse.

Only...

“You stuck your nose into this Station World too, System.”

Ye Qiyan had not forgotten.

This Station World had been specially selected by the Abyss.

But the Station Worlds chosen by the Abyss were still provided by the System, weren’t they?

So rather than saying the Abyss chose it, it was more accurate to say this was the System’s choice.

The System wanted Ye Qiyan to come to this world, it wanted him to complete this hidden quest.

But if he had chosen Platform Two in the Crossroads of Fate, none of this would have happened.

Even more, if he hadn’t rested long enough.

That second option named Life Platform was far more appealing than this place.

Crossroads of Fate.

The second option of this talent exclusive to him could never, ever be interfered with by any existence.

Because that was precisely what “exclusive” meant.

Not even the System, not even the Wasteland... no matter how many permissions they held, they couldn’t do it.

“I hope this item won’t disappoint me.”

Ye Qiyan whispered softly.

He opened the cork.

He sprinkled it into the air.

Half the vial emptied.

A clean, cream-colored little mouse jumped out of the bottle into the air, then squeaked.

Then it began to split.

One became two, two became four...

Countless cream-colored mice multiplied as they ran toward every corner of the world.

They devoured the plague.

Even humans already infected with the disease, once touched by them, could be restored to their original state.

They repaired the world.

It was hard to imagine that the predecessor of this vial had once been a Plague Rat God that used the plague to slaughter life.

Every white mouse, after devouring the plague, would split off a new part, while their original forms turned into dark-gold specks and melded into the world.

Broken earth.

Dried seas.

Everything of the Black-Death Plague was being transformed into vitality by these mice.

It began to rain.

This time it was not the painful icy rain.

It was a gentle drizzle that brought hope.

[Ding dong—]

[Congratulations, you have completed the hidden quest]

[Rewards obtained: Black-Death Beast Crown (no level)]

A light screen appeared.

On it, a raven skull-shaped breathing mask was displayed.

[Black-Death Beast Crown]

[Category: Demon Card · Death Omen exclusive enhancement item]

[After use, the Demon Raven will gain the Black-Death ability]

[Note: When the Demon of Death Omen beats its wings, people fear, wail, and despair, because its arrival heralds death for a place. But who knows? It is not the Demon of Death Omen that brings death; whenever a world falls into a dead despair, the Death Omen bird will flap its wings and bring the world its final cry]

[Black-Death]

[Category: Passive ability]

[Know more — Death]

[Miatira secretly annotated: This object originates from [Death Protocol], and was signed by the parties of that protocol...]

Miatira’s hint was cut off by some force and directly deleted.

Ye Qiyan knew.

It was done by the System itself.

But what appeared was already enough.

The Death Protocol.

This item.

Originated from Death, originated from Mo Shi.

“Not bad, it seems.”

Clack—

A crisp finger snap sounded startlingly loud amid the bustling environment.

The Demon Raven flying above was lecturing the Goshawk.

Sensing its master’s call, it immediately flew to Ye Qiyan’s side.

Before it even steadied itself, it felt a very eager aura.

Black-Death Beast Crown.

Ye Qiyan extracted the item.

“Gak?!”

The Demon Raven flapped its wings excitedly, staring at the mask that looked like its own head, itching to bite at it.

But its master stood right there; without an order, it had to restrain its desire.

With those pure-black eyes it expressed its request to Ye Qiyan.

“Go on.”

Ye Qiyan tossed the Black-Death Beast Crown into midair, the Demon Raven opened its beak and snapped it up, then rose into the sky.

At the same time, a shard of azure flowed from his fingertip into the crown.

[Sublimation—]

He whispered in his heart.

A thin blue line climbed from his palm upward.

[Spirit: 500→499]

Only, a sliver of Spirit.

But...

Enough.

The item’s name didn’t change, its abilities didn’t change.

But still the same line.

It was enough.

The moment the item accepted that little bit of Spirit,

it severed ties with Death and with the System.

Even if there had been any schemes, they were thoroughly blocked off by that tiny bit of Spirit.

The Raven tore at the crown and swallowed it bit by bit.

Creak, creak....

Horrifying sounds echoed in the air.

When the last piece was swallowed,

the Demon Raven was still the same raven, appearing unchanged.

“Gah!”

It let out a piercing cry.

It seemed louder and clearer than before.

————

A few days later.

The Shelter’s dismantling work was complete.

Ye Qiyan had carved out an extra area near the Power Supply Carriage specifically to store the solar reactor cores that had been re-hung in small Dyson spheres.

That guy Nefeti had finally, like the Goshawk, found the perfect nesting place for itself.

The white mice that were saving the world had also finished about half of their task.

Once all the Black-Death Plague was devoured, they would disappear at the same time.

Besides that, he contacted Black Market Customer Service—Ms. Ailei—and packed up and sold some of the slightly valuable items from the Shelter, netting just under a thousand Train Coins.

Not insignificant.

But compared to the previous station, the Train Coins alone weren’t flattering.

That was partly because Augustine’s shot had punctured that level-9 corpse monster, reducing its resale value to the necromancer, plus the mech-soldiers’ bombardment had left many things battered and broken.

Still, the nearly one thousand Train Coins income combined with these days’ Great Dragon Card yields

brought Ye Qiyan’s total Train Coins to seven thousand seven hundred.

If you added all the miscellaneous basic resources and materials, the haul was, in truth, passable.

Of course, his most important gain hadn’t been received yet.

Namely...

[Beep beep—!]

The special prompt sound he had been waiting for finally rang.

WALL-E.

Found the most precious treasure of this station.

[Judge]

[Arrest—]

“Welcome home.”

Ye Qiyan smiled at the little skull-robot that was hugging a toothless zombie skull cube.

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