Train Survival: I Can Evolve Everything!

Space had been severed.

That single sword strike from Red Tears had not only dealt with Evil Demon 33, but had also split this entire compressed arena simulation environment in two.

Eleven consecutive victories.

Though somewhat sudden.

The outcome was good, all things considered.

Gluttony had devoured Mogruth.

As for that demon that had been chopped to pieces, it had also consumed a portion, and discovered that the energy absorbed could be transferred onto Mogruth's body.

The Black Mist gradually dissipated along with the severed space.

Ye Qiyan's demons returned one by one to the Card Sequence, and were retrieved by him into the Void Card Repository.

"What about the stage reward? Eleven consecutive victories, no reward?"

[The rewards for the eleventh and twelfth trials will be distributed during the final evaluation once all trials are completed.]

"So you think that someone who reached eleven consecutive victories would find it hard to get twelve, so you simply decided not to hand it out here, is that it? Heh."

Ye Qiyan let out a soft chuckle and closed the Light Screen.

The darkness around him vanished.

His figure gradually came into view of the spectators.

The light beam released by Evil Demon 33 earlier had caused quite a number of casualties.

But the remaining spectators were still here, waiting for the moment of Ye Qiyan's victory.

What meaning did this hold? Perhaps for them, witnessing a Trial Participant continuously advancing along the path toward completing the trials was the greatest meaning of all.

The moment Ye Qiyan's figure truly appeared.

A wave of fervent enthusiasm erupted across the arena.

A new eleven-consecutive-victory champion had been born.

Fifteen days from now, they would witness the arrival of the final trial.

"M-Mr. Ye!"

Ye Qiyan waved at the spectators, intending to leave as he always did.

But this time, the Host, who had never come looking for him before, flew toward him on a flight device.

Ye Qiyan stopped in his tracks, pressing down on the hand of Eve, who had already taken aim beside him and pulled a large gun from the weapon slots.

"May I ask what this is about?"

The Host swallowed hard, discreetly wiping the cold sweat from his brow, shifting his gaze away from Eve's large gun before speaking nervously:

"Mr. Ye Qiyan, could I ask you to, well... say a few words to everyone? Anything at all. We all want to see you keep winning, to leave this world, so... ah! Of course, it's fine if you don't. After all, having just been through a major battle, you must be very tired..."

"Sure."

"Huh, it's fine if you don't... wait, you will?"

"Yeah, I will."

Ye Qiyan used the Artifice Command to take the microphone directly from the Host's hand.

He looked at the spectators gathered around.

To be honest, he wasn't the kind of person who felt anything just because others liked him, or held expectations or hopes for him.

It was just...

One sentence, after all.

He was Evil, not petty or difficult.

As Ye Qiyan picked up the microphone.

They could all hear what the Host had said, and they could all hear what Ye Qiyan had to say as well.

Everyone's gaze turned toward him.

One scorching stare after another, as if countless spotlights were converging on him alone.

So, what should he say?

No, there was no need to agonize or hesitate over it...

What these spectators wanted to hear was nothing more than that single line.

"Fifteen days from now, the twelfth trial. I will win, and I will leave this world."

There was nothing special about his tone, just that one casual, ordinary sentence.

Yet it sparked an unprecedented frenzy!

Emotion, anticipation, elation!

Countless feelings intertwined.

Ye Qiyan tossed the microphone back to the Host, whose eyes were brimming with tears, then turned and walked down the arena corridor amid the crowd's shouts of his name.

"Boss, congratulations on completing your eleventh trial. Only the final one remains now."

Emilie was waiting for him there, tears glistening in her eyes as well.

"Is there something special about the final trial?"

Ye Qiyan felt that people's reactions to the twelfth trial seemed different from the previous ones.

"Generally speaking, it is, but not to that extent. However, Boss, your twelve trials are the most... hmm... the most absurd ones I've seen since I gained my Guide memories. Even the current number one on the rankings didn't have such strange trials in their first eleven attempts.

However, based on the past records of those at the top of the rankings, if a case is similar to yours, then for the twelfth trial, it's uncertain what might happen... or rather, anything could happen..."

Ye Qiyan was a bit speechless.

"That's like saying nothing at all."

"I'm sorry... as a Guide, not being able to provide you with more guidance is my fault..."

Emilie lowered her head, her voice filled with apology.

This was all she could do.

The memories obtained in the Lunar Heart Level arena could no longer offer Ye Qiyan any help.

"Let's head back. We still have fifteen days to wait. No point overthinking it."

Whatever he didn't know, he'd find out when it happened.

Fifteen days.

What kind of surprise would that Nether King Eris have prepared for him?

He was looking forward to it.

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[Nether King's Moon Garden]

Beside Eris's consciousness form, a mass of malevolent liquid restrained by Chains was struggling to rush into this space.

She set down her wine glass and cast a displeased look at it.

"If you're looking for death, I won't stop you. But if you want to run into my world and cause trouble, then I'll have something to say about that. That human named Ye Qiyan is clearly a genius among geniuses in the train system, even more talented than any Train Conductor I've ever seen.

What, did he just take two of your Evil Seeds? [Evil Heart], don't make such a fuss. You beings who are called True Gods aren't that afraid of the train system, but you're still subject to certain restrictions, aren't you?

If you actually pick a fight with the train system over two Evil Seeds, in the end, you might just end up like that idiot Abyss."

The liquid mass became even more agitated.

Which only made Eris more displeased.

"Can't you understand what I'm saying? Don't cause trouble in my domain. Besides, that human is quite impressive. I think highly of him. You can send higher-ranked Evil Seeds to hunt him, but you cannot break the rules."

From within the liquid, a series of strange whispers emerged.

"I am the [King], not some True God like you. There isn't a trace of divinity in me."

"Heh, I know. Calling you a True God is an insult. But you've completely erased your divinity, haven't you? It seems your power is growing slowly."

"Speaking of which, I heard that Lord Death has awakened from the Death Realm. Weren't you beaten to a pulp by Him once? Instead of going to seek revenge against Him, why bother causing trouble for some weak human?"

[Evil Heart]

The pinnacle of the Wasteland Species.

The master of the Evil Seeds.

When He heard Eris utter the name of [Death], His earlier agitation gradually cooled.

[Where is Death?!]

"The Wasteland."

[You had better not be lying to me!]

[Evil Heart] departed.

Eris's gaze returned to the Light Screen before her.

On it was the statement Ye Qiyan had made to the spectators when leaving the arena, a declaration that seemed like a victory speech.

"Ye Qiyan, interesting human. I'll do you a favor for free this time, but I don't plan on letting you pass this twelfth trial so easily, hehe~ Don't disappoint me."

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