"Don’t you know that I’ve assassinated many enemies using the Faith Leap?"
"I know, but I think crushing them is more fitting than assassination, Train Captain."
"You really talk a lot."
"You can set my chatter frequency, from 0% to 100%, any interval is adjustable."
"Zero percent."
This ti there was no response for a long ti. Chen Mang turned his head and saw Ai sitting silently at the train room door, just watching him. It felt much quieter now. Chen Mang withdrew his gaze and once again looked towards the distant horizon.
Who knows how much ti passed.
Chen Mang suddenly spoke again: "Do you know how this Apocalypse was caused?"
Still no response for a long ti.
"Adjust back to 50%."
"I don’t know."
"..."
...
Dusk passed away.
The night completely enveloped the entire city, and he hadn’t received any call for fire support from Biaozi, indicating the search went smoothly. However, the Target Detection Radar barely showed any signs of survivors; the city’s survivors had long been scavenged.
Chen Mang got up and stretched his sowhat stiff body before heading towards the train room.
Once in a while, it’s nice to just relax like this.
Sitting here lost in thought, without thinking about anything, feels quite good. The Apocalypse always keeps one’s nerves tense.
People are like iron.
They need monts of tension and relaxation; if they’re tense all the ti, the body won’t be able to handle it.
At this mont—
Biaozi and the others ca back. Those guys were tough, stuffing an off-road motorcycle into the fridge and then carrying it up the stairs without asking for his help. They managed to get back on their own.
This fridge accessory, as long as there’s space inside, no matter how much is stuffed in, it weighs only as much as one fridge.
The space inside is more like a dinsional space; the weight doesn’t directly manifest in reality.
This accessory will beco the most practical piece for a long ti to co.
"Master Mang!"
Biaozi shouted with a hint of excitent, dropping the fridge heavily to the ground.
"Oh?"
Chen Mang, who had been admiring the cityscape, laughed slightly from the rooftop as he looked at this scene: "Seems like you’ve got a good haul."
"Not too bad..."
Biaozi said, grinning ear to ear: "We found a tobacco factory and a brewery, but both were already looted clean, nothing left, though we brought back so tobacco seeds. Besides that, we also found lots of grain seeds in a granary."
"Those people took all the food, and the seeds were scattered on the ground. I collected them all and brought them back."
"I even dug so soil from the green belt, thinking maybe we could make a patch for farming inside the fridge."
"Besides—"
"We also found various living supplies like tables, chairs, projectors, discs, playing cards, and such."
"Of course, the main attraction is!"
"We brought back this..."
The fridge door swung open violently, and a faint wailing sound ca from inside. It turned out to be a group of various livestock, with chickens, ducks, pigs, and even two cows, a total of twenty animals with quite a variety.
"Goodness."
Chen Mang couldn’t help but laugh, knowing the breeding carriage could finally be put to great use; this batch is the first generation. Continual breeding would increase biodiversity within the train.
"Where did you find these? Shahe City has been scavenged many tis, how could this be left behind?"
Although the animals in the fridge were all skin and bones, looking like they could keel over at any mont with no at on them at all, still, in the Apocalypse, even just bones could be used for broth.
Other trains surely wouldn’t pass up these animals.
"Uh..."
Biaozi scratched the back of his head before speaking: "I don’t know either. We found them in a canister; the tal canister was stuck upright in the ground, and these livestock were hiding inside it."
"It looked like a giant Amoxicillin."
"I brought the canister back too."
Biaozi climbed into the fridge and soon pushed out a canister with a cracked and broken bottom. It truly looked like a large Amoxicillin, completely black and inconspicuous.
"Biaozi, try getting inside the canister."
"Alright."
Chen Mang’s eyes narrowed slightly. Using information transmitted from his cane, once Biaozi entered the canister, he disappeared from the Target Detection Radar.
What a joke!
His Target Detection Radar was upgraded to Level 15, yet it couldn’t detect Biaozi inside this canister?
The canister possessed the ability to shield radar detection, with a very high shielding level, and it wasn’t a Special Tool, but instead...
He was silent for a mont before speaking.
"Move everything into the train; I’ll be building a carriage later, specifically for breeding. Move so fridges inside and find a few people to assist with feeding these chickens and ducks, and cultivating those seeds, to see if they can grow."
"Yes."
A thought flashed in his mind earlier; this tal canister might be the key to initiating the Apocalypse. Its inherent high-level radar shielding could ensure it went undetected by this world’s radars upon entering the atmosphere, landed successfully, and triggered the Apocalypse.
If that’s the case, then there should be more than one of these canisters.
The livestock hiding inside might not have been escaping from the train but from monsters. This suggests those monsters wouldn’t dare to approach this canister either.
Logically reasoning like this.
Many seemingly nebulous possibilities beca gradually clearer.
Chen Mang looked up at the sky overhead; he couldn’t find that countdown amidst the star-filled sky anymore, but no matter how this Apocalypse was triggered, he had to keep surviving.
...
Tonight was exceptionally lively.
All the residents donned clean clothes and sat cross-legged in small groups on the hospital rooftop, occasionally glancing toward the steaming boiler in the distance, unable to stop their throats from gulping.
Tonight.
Master Mang ordered a pot of pork, cabbage, and glass noodle stew for everyone.
Since the Apocalypse descended, how many people hadn’t even slled at? Now, they couldn’t help but glance over during the cooking process. The enticing aroma made their bodies tremble with anticipation.
"Add whatever you can find."
Old Pig glanced at the busy cook with a sigh: "Resources are limited. We only found these; there’s no cabbage, but we did find quite a bit of carrots, potatoes, and glass noodles. Just toss in the glass noodles liberally."
"Everyone can only have a few pieces of at; the glass noodles need to fill everyone up."
"That guy Biaozi sohow brought back half a fridge of glass noodles. The place had been scavenged by so many people, I wonder how he found so much."
"Ah, got it."
"Rember to save the best piece of at; I need to send it to Master Mang."
"Of course, of course." The middle-aged man in the middle of the hustle wiped the sweat from his forehead and quickly responded with a smile.
Food for a thousand people.
That’s a literal large pot al. The Fixed Star train doesn’t have such a big pot, but living people can’t be stumped by trivial matters. Chen Mang crafted a standard carriage and upgraded its armor to Level 3, then customized it with a steel plate partition in the middle.
Then, use the one-third partitioned standard carriage as a pot.
Finally, there’s the process of filling it with water, chopping vegetables, cutting at, and adding ingredients.
Not all seasoning was available, but whatever there was, they used it. With such a huge pot, seasoning would definitely fall short; the final taste was anyone’s guess, but at least it’d be warm.
As for the fire source...
That was no issue either.
This standard carriage was positioned on the ground, while the two "Nitrogen Tail Sprays" at the back of the last Fixed Star train carriage continuously shot blue flas, heating up this standard carriage.
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