My Doomsday Train

“Stellar, not a bad name.”

Sitting in the train car, Chen Mang contentedly repeated the name he had chosen several times. The Stellar train, grand enough, perhaps one day he could even control this train to fly out into the universe.

At that time, even in the universe, the name Stellar would be imposing enough.

Actually,

he had wanted to name it “Fuck Everything,” but after thinking about it, he felt that this name seemed a bit too uncouth.

Just then—

There was a knock on the train car door. Chen Mang casually pressed a button on the console, and the train door quickly opened. The person who came in was Old Zhu.

“Brother Mang.”

Old Zhu seemed to have something difficult to say, cautiously approaching and carefully opening his mouth, “I have some suggestions, I don’t know if I should say them.”

“Speak.”

Chen Mang sat in the chair, looking at Old Zhu with a serious expression. After all, Old Zhu had also been a vice train conductor, and many of his suggestions were still very useful.

“It’s like this.” Having obtained Chen Mang’s permission, Old Zhu organized his words before cautiously saying, “First of all, I must admit one thing, I’ve seen several train conductors, but Brother Mang, you are the most magnanimous of all the train conductors I’ve ever seen.”

“I think we can go very far, perhaps we can really build an absolutely safe train in the apocalypse.”

“And if an organization wants to develop far enough, the first thing it needs is cohesion, not just between the train conductor and the vice train conductor, but among all the passengers on this train. When everyone's hearts are set on the same goal, this organization will advance quickly like a chariot.”

“If you only let Brother Mang work hard alone, it will be very tiring.”

“In the apocalypse.”

“Trust is a very luxurious thing. For example, many train conductors are very worried about their deputies or thugs betraying them, or slaves rioting, so they formulate many harsh rules. Once a rule is violated, they are executed on the spot, using iron-fisted methods to rule the entire organization.”

“But—”

“I’ve always felt that these are unnecessary. Making a person completely loyal to another person, especially in an environment like the apocalypse, is a very difficult thing to do.”

“For example, Brother Mang, would you completely trust me, or completely trust those thugs?”

“It’s hard to do.”

“Your trust in them comes entirely from the fact that the weapons they possess are made by the train, and cannot cause you harm.”

“Everyone knows this. You don't care about the casualties of those thugs, and how can those thugs wholeheartedly contribute to the train knowing this? How dare they step forward in the face of some disparate battles? When all the passengers on a train are holding back, things like 'betrayal' and 'riots' are almost inevitable.”

“I understand what you mean.” Chen Mang frowned slightly, “Tell me your suggestion directly.”

“Of course I do.”

Old Zhu hurriedly added again. As a qualified subordinate, he was very clear that the leader hated people who only raised problems without offering solutions. That was purely troublemaking. Anyone could find problems, but the main thing was to find solutions.

“Making everyone loyal to Brother Mang, this is a very difficult thing to do, and it is also difficult to manifest.”

“But making everyone loyal to the 'train' is very easy to do, making everyone feel like they are a part of the train, so that when they go to fight or mine, they won’t feel like they are being exploited, but will have a feeling of fighting for their own future.”

“More sense of belonging, and more motivation.”

“First step: Transform the class gap.”

“Many trains deliberately mix sand into the fresh water for the slaves, thereby creating a class gap, giving the thugs a sense of superiority, and not giving the slaves enough to eat when they are not mining, thereby reducing the occurrence of slave riots.”

“I used to agree with this approach, but now…”

“After being a slave for a while, I found that slaves don’t actually have that many thoughts. Most slave riots are because the train conductor kills people casually and doesn’t give them food. We give them purified water and feed them enough every day.”

“We have to create a gap with other trains.”

“We are clearly doing good things, so why should we bear the infamy.”

“Change 'slave' to 'passenger' and 'thug' to 'guardian'.”

“The change in titles will make them more recognized by the train itself, and give them a clear promotion channel, so that existing slaves and future slaves will have a clear goal to strive for.”

“Add another carriage to give the slaves enough activity space. It only takes 100 units of iron ore to build an ordinary freight carriage.”

“Third step: Value recognition.”

“Brother Mang, you may have noticed that after the victory just now, those ten thugs were actually very excited and already had a sense of identity with the train, but they all showed it very weakly because they knew that Brother Mang didn’t care about them.”

“But if Brother Mang is willing to guide this emotion, plus my usual publicity.”

“Soon, everyone can have a strong sense of identity with the train.”

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Old Zhu said a lot in one breath, his lips were even a little pale, and his whole expression was a little excited as he gesticulated, “Brother Mang, think about it, when everyone's hearts are set on the same goal.”

“The mining efficiency of those slaves will also be higher.”

“The thugs will also work harder in the face of dangerous battles.”

“And in the future, we don’t even need to catch slaves. As long as our reputation is spread, a large number of survivors will come admiringly.”

“Of course…”

“The premise of all this is that we need enough food resources. In the apocalypse, food is still relatively scarce, so these are just ideas for now, but if Brother Mang thinks this is okay, we can take the other steps first.”

“When every slave and thug has a deep sense of identity with the 'train,' the probability of betrayal and riots will be greatly reduced.”

“…”

Chen Mang narrowed his eyes slightly, looking up and down at Old Zhu. He had to admit that this guy Old Zhu still had some ideas. He looked like an ordinary bald man, but he really had a lot of ideas in his head.

Although it was a bit rough, it seemed that only he could try this plan.

Old Zhu was right about one thing. Why call them slaves? Are they slaves just because they mine?

Don’t people work in peacetime?

The most important thing is!

This plan may be difficult to implement on other trains. After all, a very important point in this plan is that it requires enough food, but this point… is the easiest to achieve here with him.

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「Moldy Bread Slice Production Line」: White grade accessory, requires 100 moldy bread slices to build.

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This accessory can only produce moldy bread slices at level 1.

But what about level 10?

Wouldn’t it produce fragrant filled bread? If a survivor in the apocalypse eats this kind of thing every day, it will be difficult for them to have the idea of rioting and escaping.

The food problem is not a problem for him. Since this is the case, then… this plan is completely feasible!

A moment later.

Chen Mang looked at the ten thugs patrolling outside the train and chuckled, “Old Zhu, I’ll leave this matter to you. I think it’s feasible. Don’t worry about the food problem, I’ll take care of it.”

“But don’t be too hasty. We still have to wait for future development before fully implementing it.”

“By the way, the train has a name.”

“It’s called Stellar.”

Before that, he needed to use the 「Car Blade」 blueprint first.

In the apocalypse, organizational cohesion can only be said to be a side dish.

The main course is still the strength of the train. Without a 「Train」 with sufficient offensive and defensive capabilities, even if the cohesion is strong, it is useless. He had to see what changes there were in the level 3 「Car Blade」.