My Doomsday Train

Inside the train car, in living compartment number 3.

Chen Mang, holding the goblin, walked to the side of the medical kit. This particular goblin was too severely injured, making even walking difficult.

The "Basic Medical Kit" was a white accessory he created when the train was upgraded to level 2. It only contained simple bandages, anti-inflammatory spray, a suture kit, and the like. Clearly, these items might not be of much help to the goblin's current injuries.

“Cunning humans,”

the goblin muttered, glancing at the crude medical tools inside the kit. “These things are useless. I can revive after death. You could just kill me directly. After I revive, these injuries will be completely healed.”

“How long do you need to stay in that dark space after you die?”

“I don’t know, just a while,” the goblin shook its head.

“Will you return to the Iron Ridge Wasteland again?”

“No, I should be randomly teleported to another area.”

“Okay.”

Chen Mang nodded, rejecting the goblin’s suggestion. He simply leaned on his cane, took out some bandages, and wrapped the goblin from head to toe, making it look like a mummy. Then, he said, “I’ll give you a full treatment tonight. Can you summon your other goblin kin from other places now?”

He would simply bandage it up for now. He didn't have enough iron ore. Once the slaves mined enough ore today, he would upgrade the "Basic Medical Kit" to level 10. The two super-model effects unlocked should help with treating external injuries.

“Alright.”

The goblin answered crisply. It immediately closed its eyes, and after a few breaths, opened them again. “Okay, they are coming here.”

“That simple?” Chen Mang’s eyes flashed with a hint of surprise. “Can you goblins transmit information remotely via brainwaves?”

“Not exactly.”

The goblin scratched its head, and after a moment, organized its words properly. “I am an elite monster among them. I can control and command them within this area, just like the zombie king in a zombie horde. It’s just… I had some deviations, inheriting the memories from before death, and retaining the wisdom of the great goblin race.”

“I understand.”

Chen Mang nodded, pointing to a few slices of bread on the "Moldy Bread Slice Production Line" and said softly, “Here are a few slices of bread. If you get hungry, go eat them yourself.”

“This…”

The goblin had actually noticed the delicious-smelling bread long ago, but it tried its best to control itself and shift its gaze away. Now, it could no longer restrain itself, staring straight at the sandwich bread, its Adam’s apple bobbing slightly, and saliva almost overflowing.

“Thank you, Wise Human Sage, for your grace!”

“Biaozi, do you think Master Mang might be into that?”

Outside the Stellar Train.

Old Zhu looked worriedly towards the inside of the train. By this time, the slaves had already continued to mine in the nearby mine with their pickaxes after the battle ended, while they were responsible for guarding those captured level 2 goblin monsters.

“This, shouldn’t be, right?”

Biaozi, who was originally studying the new "Hive Mind" feature, shuddered instantly upon hearing this, a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes. “With the Stellar Train’s current strength, it shouldn’t be difficult to plunder or buy a few good-looking female slaves in the wasteland, right?”

“Master Mang has absolutely no need to have any thoughts about this goblin, let alone a male goblin?”

“Hard to say.”

Old Zhu shook his head, his expression somewhat complicated. “I used to be a vice train captain, and I’ve seen a lot of train captains. In this depressing and extremely pessimistic environment of the apocalypse, becoming a train captain often leads to some extremely perverted hobbies.”

“These hobbies are often the most effective way to release the psychological pressure from these days.”

“But haven’t you noticed that Master Mang hardly has any hobbies?”

“Having no hobbies means that psychological pressure cannot be released, and the inability to release psychological pressure often leads to a big buildup, resulting in an even more perverted psychological hobby.”

Biaozi’s expression also became serious immediately. After thinking for a long time, he tentatively asked, “Master Mang likes to smoke, does that count as a hobby?”

“I met a train captain, the only person I’ve ever had the urge to kill in my life.”

“His hobby was liking women turned into human swine.”

“Unfortunately, I didn’t have the ability at the time, otherwise I would have killed him.”

“Train Captain Zhu, you’re so righteous?”

“…”

Old Zhu was silent for a long time before shaking his head, not saying much about it. His mother was turned into a human swine after a car accident. He couldn’t accept anyone having this kind of hobby. It was an insult and a mockery to him.

Life and the apocalypse had worn him down too much.

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This was already his only bottom line.

But what despaired him was that this only bottom line had been almost worn down by the apocalypse. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have lived to this day. He might have rushed up knowing he would die, but he didn’t go. This made him doubt his own bottom line.

Seeing that Old Zhu had no desire to continue talking, Biaozi touched his nose and didn’t say anything more. He actually wanted to explain that Train Captain Zhu might have misunderstood train captains. He had also been a train captain, and he didn’t have any special hobbies when he was a train captain.

He had been conscientiously running the train until the train was destroyed, and then he began his escape journey.

From beginning to end, he didn’t have the time or ability to think about the issue of hobbies.

Living was the biggest problem.

His hobby might be living. Looking at it that way, he had carried out his hobby quite well. The train had been destroyed so many times, but he had always lived to this day.

In a daze.

Biaozi took out a piece of bread from behind him and quickly stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it secretly. Hmm, it tasted really good.

This was the food of the slaves. The food of the thugs was steamed buns. Originally, their food was supposed to be better than that of the slaves.

But…

Biaozi didn’t know how Master Mang made these bread slices, but they were much tastier than steamed buns, which led him to always get some bread slices to eat from time to time. He didn’t have this kind of treatment when he was a train captain before.

These days, it’s still easy to follow the right person. What's the point of being a train captain and working yourself to death?

Just then—

Chen Mang walked out of the train with his cane, and Old Zhu and Biaozi and the others instantly straightened their bodies, their faces serious, and said in unison, “Master Mang.”

“Okay.”

Chen Mang stood in place and looked at the two of them for a long time before saying softly, “These goblins will work with us from now on, responsible for mining. Simply bandage up these injured goblins, they won’t resist.”

“And…”

“Study the "Hive Mind" function more in your free time. This function has two ways to use it. One is to keep it on for a long time, which is equivalent to instant communication. The other is to turn it on briefly, and your mind can control which information is transmitted. During breaks in battle, there is no need to keep the "Hive Mind" on all the time.”

“Joining the Hive Mind for a long time will damage the brain. Exit in time after the battle is over.”