My Doomsday Train

Within the Constellation train, nestled beneath the stars of the wasteland, Chen Mang's eyes narrowed as he gazed at the blueprint in his hand.

It was a white-grade blueprint for a vehicle component.

「Repeating Ballista」.

Evidently, this was an offensive component, and it couldn't be mounted on just any carriage roof; it needed to be installed in a separate 「Open-Air Carriage.」 An open-air carriage could accommodate up to eight ballistae.

The drawback was obvious: its power certainly wouldn't be as direct as a heavy machine gun.

But the advantages were also clear.

The white grade meant lower energy consumption, allowing for more frequent use without causing as much distress. Unlike the heavy machine gun, where you weren't sure if the enemy felt the pain, but you definitely felt it yourself.

A hundred-odd slaves toiling for two days in the copper mine, and it would all be gone in the blink of an eye.

Moreover—

He could upgrade the 「Repeating Ballista」 to a sufficiently high level, adding multiple super-model effects. Its power might very well surpass that of a heavy machine gun. This was the first white-grade component he'd seen with long-range attack capabilities.

"Not bad."

Chen Mang smiled, tucking the white-grade blueprint into his chest. He had high expectations for this 「Repeating Ballista.」 Just the name alone made him think its power wouldn't be weak. It would be quite useful in the early stages.

Of course, basically only in the early stages.

He would return to the Doomsday Abyss first and make a detailed inventory after arriving.

The Doomsday Abyss's mine wasn't fully excavated yet. He would let the slaves rest for the night, and they would have to continue mining tomorrow.

After today's events, he had personally witnessed the power of a level 5 heavy machine gun with level 3 bullets. It was indeed impressive; with just a few more bullets, killing a level 3 boss would be as easy as slaughtering a pig.

However, until he found a level 2 copper mine, he didn't plan on using that thing again. It was simply too expensive to use.

In the night.

The slowly accelerating Constellation train began to turn around, heading towards the Doomsday Abyss coordinates.

Preparing to go home!

Meanwhile, in the No. 5 Thug Carriage, the group of thugs, who had been tightly clutching their Tenglong assault rifles, ready to join the battle at any moment, collectively breathed a sigh of relief after the commotion outside died down and the train was smoothly traveling across the wasteland.

"Alright."

Biaozi, sitting by the window, looked at the scarlet wasteland rapidly receding behind them. The anxiety that had been hanging over him finally subsided once more: "The battle is over. Everyone, relax, don't be so tense."

Afraid? Who wasn't afraid? He was afraid too!

If the train couldn't hold out, then they, the thugs, would be the last line of defense, and they would have to step up.

Even if they wanted to escape, they had nowhere to run.

In the wasteland, once a train broke down or was destroyed, they would basically be meeting their great-grandmother very soon.

After the Constellation train's last upgrade and renovation.

Their No. 5 carriage had been converted into a sleeper carriage, with each thug having their own exclusive bunk. It was also the only carriage on the train with windows, and everyone had personally witnessed the battle just now.

The zombie, a full ten meters tall, brought them a sense of oppression that was almost suffocating.

But fortunately.

Brother Mang had held on and achieved final victory.

Afterward, Biaozi looked at Shān Māozi, who was tightly clutching a photo, and smiled: "What's that, a photo of your sister-in-law?"

During the train battle just now, Shān Māozi had been tightly clutching a photo that he had taken out from somewhere, his face pale, obviously somewhat frightened. Ever since he had risked his life to save Shān Māozi last time.

This originally most disobedient troublemaker was extremely obedient to him.

He had also come to like this kid.

With his short buzz cut, he was quite efficient in his work.

Shān Māozi somewhat embarrassedly and carefully put the headshot back into the interlayer of his necklace and whispered: "Ex-girlfriend, we broke up before the apocalypse."

"Hmm."

Biaozi lit a cigarette and put it to his mouth. After exhaling a puff of smoke, he leaned back in his chair and looked at the necklace around Shān Māozi's neck. The pendant was a steel square, similar to a 'no-thing'牌. The square had an interlayer, perfect for holding a photo.

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"Is she pretty?"

"Hey, she's beautiful, not only beautiful but also very gentle."

"I don't know how to say it. Before the apocalypse, I wasn't very successful, working in a container factory, but she never looked down on me. She said that life is about two people slowly getting better together, that we should live our own lives well, instead of envying others."

"If there's anything I regret most in my life, it's probably not taking her out for a steak before we broke up."

"She always wanted to go eat steak with me, saying she would treat me. I definitely couldn't let her treat me. Although that place was a bit more expensive, it wasn't like I couldn't afford it."

"It's just that I always felt a bit inferior inside, and I wasn't very brave enough to step into that kind of place. I was thinking that there would always be a chance to earn money in the future, but I didn't expect..."

The usually taciturn Shān Māozi suddenly seemed to have light in his eyes when he mentioned his ex-girlfriend, but it quickly dimmed again.

" . "

After Biaozi was silent for a long time, he lowered his head, looked at the flickering cigarette butt in his hand, and whispered: "In the apocalypse, being beautiful isn't necessarily a good thing."

Shān Māozi didn't reply, only looking out the window and gently stroking the steel 'no-thing'牌 in his arms for a long time before speaking.

"Being able to survive is a blessing."

"Why did you break up?"

"She left without saying goodbye. A few months after the breakup, I heard from her friend that she was already married. She met him through a blind date. I saw a photo of that guy, he's pretty fat, maybe he's very rich."

"You don't hate her?"

"I don't hate her." Shān Māozi shook his head: "Everyone has the right to choose a better life. She's been with me for a long time. It's just that I didn't do what I promised her."

At this time.

Old Zhu, who had been sitting silently on the side, couldn't help but interject: "Brother, I have to remind you, according to what you said, you two had such a good relationship, and this girl doesn't seem like the kind who loves the rich and despises the poor. This plot twist is a bit like this girl contracted some terminal illness and, in order not to burden you, resolutely left without saying goodbye."

" . "

Shān Māozi was slightly stunned: "It can't be that cliché, right?"

"It's possible."

Old Zhu said with a serious face: "You can assume, what if this girl really contracted some serious illness and needed a lot of money for treatment? What would you do after she told you?"

"I would die with her."