My Doomsday Train

Inside the train car, Chen Mang stood before the control panel, picking up his binoculars and gazing into the distance. There wasn't a single movement, just utter silence. After spending these past few days in the wasteland, he had grown accustomed to this.

Although, he did feel a slight sense of unease.

After all, when he was in Boss Kun's slave carriage, he had seen those thugs remain vigilant throughout, including during train stops. Even though there weren't large-scale monsters like the zombie tides, there were still scattered monsters.

But these past four days, he hadn't seen a single monster.

It was utterly silent.

The glass observation window at the front of the train covered a hundred and eighty degrees, only allowing him to see movement in front and on the sides.

Chen Mang then stood on the control panel, opened the sunroof on top of the train, and looked towards the rear of the train. It was still quiet, without any movement.

After doing all of this.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that today would be uneventful. Then, he looked at the resource quantity on the 'Train Panel'.

4819 units of iron ore.

This was all he had accumulated over the past four days. After today, he could upgrade to a Level 2 train. Everything was progressing in an orderly manner.

And at this moment—

A lot of noise was already coming from outside the train. The slaves had also woken up, taking the pickaxes from the thugs one by one and heading towards the mine. In these past few days, Lao Zhu had arranged the basic procedures, so he no longer needed to show his face for this kind of thing.

All the slaves had gone down into the mine.

Chen Mang also began his breakfast. Lao Zhu had already brought over steaming hot steamed buns and pickled mustard tuber, which was the best food on the train.

"Sigh."

He looked at the pickled mustard tuber in his hand and sighed softly. Pickled mustard tuber with steamed buns wasn't bad, but he couldn't stand eating it every day. He wanted to change the flavor a bit. But then again, he didn't know how the pickled mustard tuber was obtained.

Was there a corresponding production line after upgrading to a Level 2 train, or was it collected from the city ruins?

He had seized a lot of pickled mustard tuber from Boss Kun's train back then, and there were still more than 80 packets left. Once this batch of pickled mustard tuber was finished, he wouldn't even have pickled mustard tuber to eat with it.

Outside the train, Biaozi found Lao Zhu, licked his lips, and tentatively asked, "I heard that you used to be a Deputy Train Chief?"

"What is it?"

Lao Zhu looked up at Biaozi and continued to stand in the wasteland, writing something in the small notebook in his hand.

"It's nothing."

Biaozi scratched his head. He had specifically told Heiwa not to tell anyone that he had once been a Train Chief. Lao Zhu, who had once been a Deputy Train Chief, was a bonus, but him, who had once been a Train Chief, was a drawback.

Although he had resigned himself to fate, this Train Chief position really couldn't be secured just by luck with a 'Train Token'.

But he couldn't stop Boss Mang from believing this.

It was like in a peaceful society, if someone who had once been a boss was asked to work for someone else again, there would definitely be a big gap, and naturally, many unnecessary thoughts would arise.

In case Boss Mang thought that he still wanted to become a Train Chief again, then he definitely wouldn't live comfortably on the 'Hengxing' train, such as his head and stomach sleeping in separate beds.

"It's just that I have something to report to you, Train Chief Zhu."

Biaozi smiled obsequiously and said in a low voice, "That... the nearest city ruins, 'Taiping City', although it has been searched by many people these days, I know there's a tobacco and liquor store in the suburbs of Taiping City."

"That tobacco and liquor store used to smuggle cigarettes. There's a hidden compartment in the store, filled with cigarettes. It definitely hasn't been searched."

"I see that Boss Mang seems to be craving cigarettes these days. Why don't we take a trip to Taiping City?"

"Hmm?"

Lao Zhu hesitated for a moment. Biaozi was obviously trying to curry favor with him by telling him this. As long as he reported this matter to Boss Mang and successfully obtained dozens of cartons of cigarettes, he would definitely be credited.

Except...

"The train is currently still Level 1. We'll talk about it after it's upgraded to Level 2. The most important task now is to upgrade the train to Level 2."

"But I've noted this matter down."

"When we find it, I'll tell Boss Mang that you provided this location."

"Hehe."

Biaozi scratched the back of his head with a silly smile: "Okay, then I won't bother you anymore, Train Chief Zhu. I'll continue to patrol."

However, he secretly slandered in his heart. Although Train Chief Zhu always seemed harmless and acted like a lapdog in front of Boss Mang, someone who could survive in the apocalypse for so long, and even become a Deputy Train Chief, couldn't be a simple character.

If he didn't curry favor, he might be given a hard time in the future.

Perhaps becoming a Train Chief only required enough luck, but becoming a Deputy Train Chief really depended on skills and abilities. Of course, becoming a Train Chief required some luck, but becoming a qualified Train Chief would directly max out the difficulty.

Not to mention anything else.

Just like him, being able to survive until now in the apocalypse, to put it bluntly, he also admitted that he wasn't a good person.

A year ago, the apocalypse descended.

After the order collapsed instantly, basically two groups of people gradually formed.

One group was the Train Chiefs in the wasteland, and the other group was the survivors in the city.

These survivors, whether lone wolves or in gangs, gathered together and found a safe enough place in the city, such as a large infrastructure like an 'air-raid shelter'. They collected supplies in the city every day like hamsters, and were able to barely survive.

Of course, when this group of people was captured onto the train, they changed their name from survivors to slaves.

After the apocalypse, all thermal weapons became ineffective. These people didn't have much room to resist when facing monsters, and basically focused on hiding.

Level 1 monsters were the most basic monsters, such as Level 1 zombies.

And only Level 1 monsters could be killed by ordinary means, such as fire axes, etc. But when it came to Level 2 monsters and Level 3 monsters, only train parts or weapons made on the train production line could cause effective damage to the monsters.

To put it bluntly.

There were only two types of people in this world.

Train Chiefs or slaves.

In the blink of an eye.

The sky darkened, and the slaves returned from the mine one after another, like diligent worker ants returning to their nests.

"Very good!"

Inside the train car, Chen Mang sat on the control panel, looking at the resource quantity on the 'Train Panel', and smiled with satisfaction.

After this batch of iron ore was piled up in warehouse No. 2.

The amount of iron ore finally reached 6012 units of iron ore.

"Oh Heavens."

Chen Mang put his hands together, raised his head slightly, took a deep breath to suppress his excited mood, and muttered: "Your old man really listens to prayers. Today really passed peacefully again."

"Since that's the case..."

"Can you bless me again so that I can mine here safely for the next seven days?"

"You are the best."

"I'll burn a few sticks of incense for you another day."