Daybreak ca.
It was a peaceful night yesterday.
The Constant Star Train was nestled next to two level-three iron mines in the wasteland of "Crisis Valley." Residents had already begun their labor with their picks in hand, each face marked with anxiety as if their picks could fly.
In reality...
There were too many residents, and too few mines.
If you didn’t scramble to mine, you simply couldn’t collect enough.
With many wolves and little at, internal competition was inevitable.
"Sigh..."
Stretching comfortably, Chen Mang got up from bed, washed himself in the refrigerator, lit a cigarette, and sat in a chair to check today’s "Train Log."
This was almost one of his daily routines.
Upon waking, he would smoke a post-wake cigarette, then review the train log to see what had happened while he was asleep.
The train log was recorded in great detail.
As usual.
The residents had already begun working, and a team of guards, along with eighty ard robots, were patrolling nearby to ward off monsters. The remaining guards were engaged in completing ordinary tasks in the "Combat Training Virtual Space" maps.
A serving of rice noodles appeared on the table again, placed there by Fang.
Everything was almost identical to yesterday.
Such a fixed and monotonous life might have felt quite dull before Doomsday, but after the apocalypse, it brought an inexplicable peace of mind.
Stability brings not just monotony but also peace of mind.
"Pretty good."
Chen Mang ate two bites of rice noodles, then set the unfinished portion aside. He was getting a bit tired of it. The variety of food choices on the train was still too limited; he wondered if he could set up so food production lines to diversify.
Looking out the window.
The weather was nice today, with a clear sky and air filled with a mix of cold and warmth.
He picked up the quietly sleeping Xiaolv beside him and gave it a gentle squeeze. This little thing, when held in the arms, was fuzzy and a bit adorably comforting, compelling one to grab it a few tis.
"Stellar Giant Beast?"
Raising Xiaolv in the air, he scrutinized it again and murmured, "I really can’t see any hint of a Stellar Giant Beast in you. I wonder what you’ll look like in your mature form..."
When the train reaches level twelve, this little one can awaken.
By then, it won’t just feed unconsciously and will need him to feed it intentionally, hoping it won’t consu too many resources...
He then glanced at the iron mine balance: 9.01 million units of iron ore remaining.
Once these two level-three mines are exhausted, the train expansion can almost proceed.
Ti passed slowly.
That day, nothing happened.
Chen Mang sat lazily in the train compartnt, basking in the sun, and spent the day watching movies, all old films. Almost all the movies collected last ti were rewatched.
Feeling tired of watching, he strolled through the other train carriages.
Visiting carriage number five, he played a session of the interzzo sandwich to unwind.
Then he went to carriage seven and chatted with Old Pig, Biaozi, and others for a while.
He also visited carriage ten, gazing at the undeveloped "Entertainnt Base," contemplating for a while. He decided to create an amusent park using the chanical Heart for everyone in the coming days, like a roller coaster, whether others would play or not; he wanted to play.
He had wanted to play since childhood, but as an orphan, no one took him out to play. As he grew older, he felt embarrassed to play. Such a small matter beca a regret in his past life, so he had to find a chance to fulfill it in this life.
He also checked the filming progress of the "Film and Television Base" and gave a few casual instructions.
Lastly, he went to carriage eleven. Under Doba’s leadership and proud introduction, he toured the Goblin Race’s territory. Though crude, it was neatly arranged. He also inquired about Mondo’s progress and learned that he was still outside doing business and hadn’t returned yet.
Returning to the train compartnt, he passed carriage five and played a round of "Double Phoenix Pecking Rice."
By then, it was almost night.
And those two level-three iron mines were nearly depleted; close to six thousand residents mining in unison, the efficiency was incredibly fast.
However, many bandages were consud.
Many residents on their bodies, feet, and heads were heavily struck by other residents with picks. Fortunately, everyone hadn’t skimped on bread and cola consumption, keeping their physical comprehensive quality good, or there could have been white funerals tonight.
...
"Sigh..."
It was already night.
Standing in the train compartnt, Chen Mang looked at the scene outside where work was gradually winding down, stretched with satisfaction, and murmured, "What a fulfilling day, it’s not easy being a Train Captain, having to take care of every corner, in all aspects."
Generally, there weren’t many slaves on each train, the most he encountered were Master Shen’s, with only about 1,200 slaves.
The existence of slaves, when the quantity is very small, shows increased efficiency proportional to their number. However, as the quantity rises, the efficiency gain diminishes significantly.
His train might possess the largest number of survivors among the entire blue zone trains.
As for the entire planet, there were likely others with more than him.
After all, there were 50 million trains here.
Just then—
A burst of white light suddenly flashed inside the train, followed by Ai’s voice: "Train Captain."
"Hmm?"
"Today, you patrolled almost every area of the train, even stood in the aisle of carriage fourteen, observing that Earth-Burst Missile for quite a while."
"What about it, is there a problem? Don’t you think a missile lying steadily inside a carriage is quite dashing? Is there an issue with looking at it longer?"
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