"How much?"
Chen Mang looked at the private ssage sent from "Bloodthirsty Bull Train" through the train radio. After roughly calculating, he realized he would need to upgrade "Spider Legs" to level 13 to navigate a ninety-degree slope freely, which ant he needed a total of...
units of level 1 Fine Spider Silk.
After he sent this number over, there was no response from the other side for a long ti. A while later, a private ssage finally arrived.
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Bloodthirsty Bull Train: "I don’t have that much. I only have 1500 units of level 1 Fine Spider Silk dropped by Cannibal Spiders. However, a few trains went to Taiping City so days ago to hunt Cannibal Spider hatchlings. They probably have so silk too. Let’s et at the gathering then. What are you planning to trade?"
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"..."
Chen Mang glanced at his train panel. It seed he didn’t have anything worthwhile to trade; he was reluctant to part with his slaves and needed the resources himself. The only thing he could offer was Car Blade Fragnts.
Once bound to a pickaxe head, it becos a lee weapon capable of penetrating the defenses of level 3 and even level 4 monsters.
Although it’s only capable of breaking defenses, the power is sothing else entirely, yet it’s already quite impressive.
However... he didn’t want to reveal too much by trading this item.
At that mont, he realized he truly lacked items to trade. After hesitating for a while, he decided to reply that he would discuss it in person at the gathering. Perhaps he could trade using the Train Order, but he needed to first understand its market value at the gathering.
...
Late at night.
Chen Mang stopped paying attention to the train radio. Tonight, he’d have to camp here, still puzzled about the source of those headlights from that DJ-playing level 2 train, as they weren’t among the twelve vehicle accessories he could craft.
Currently, there were still 1230 units of iron ore in the train.
He had long planned how to use this iron ore.
First, he’d craft all necessary train parts, then upgrade selectively and gradually.
Since he decided to attend the gathering in seven days, he needed to craft several "Three-legged Cat Heavy Machine Guns" and install them on the train roof. Regardless of whether they had bullets, outsiders wouldn’t know how many bullets were stocked inside the train.
At least having a few of these gadgets would provide a significant deterrent, preventing potential troublemakers from targeting him.
Crafting a heavy machine gun ammunition line alone requires 500 units of copper ore, and he only had 10 units of copper ore on the train, far from enough.
As for tonight.
He spent a total of 1100 units of iron ore to craft three parts, naly —
Train Assistance AI, Resource Detection Radar, Simple dical Box.
The first two were green-grade parts, while the last one was white-grade.
After crafting the Train Assistance AI, an additional screen appeared on the control console. This AI would assist the Train Captain during movent and camping, such as calculating the slope of terrain ahead, monitoring the damage level of train components, and providing accurate information about monsters within radar range.
The part is quite useful.
Resource Detection Radar, similar to Target Detection Radar, has a detection range of one thousand ters radius at level 1. It emits an alert sound and displays on the screen when a resource point is detected within this range, although currently, there are no resource points nearby.
Simple dical Box only consus 100 units of iron ore.
It is a single-use item.
Inside, it contains so basic bandages, disinfectant, spray, and a kit for stitching wounds, primarily for treating external injuries. Additionally, there are so pain relief and fever dications.
Not a lot, roughly enough for three people.
Later, he planned to disinfect Biaozi, providing so human care as the Train Captain. Although it’s not easy for wounds to beco inflad due to the season’s cooler temperatures, it’s best to prevent it when possible.
Lastly —
He spent 100 units of wood to craft a new part, "Clothing Customization Production Line."
This was the only wood available in the train.
His current outfit was starting to sll slightly, having no clean clothes to change into. After crafting this production line, he placed it in carriage number 2.
This production line creates perfectly fitted clothing according to each individual’s body shape, offering over a dozen styles to choose from, all at a unified price. Manufacturing one outfit consus 10 units of wood.
However, he had no wood left for now, so he could only shelve it temporarily.
He would have to make do with his worn clothes for the next few days. Before heading to the gathering, he would wash his clothes the night before and hang them out to dry. A day out in the open would suffice to dry them.
At ho, appearances don’t matter much, but out and about, it’s important to look presentable.
Even under the doomsday circumstances, having a good outfit subtly signifies a person’s strength.
...
After finishing all this, Chen Mang picked up the dical box and crossed carriage number 2, heading to carriage number 3. At this mont, inside this living carriage, Biaozi was competing in push-ups with another young fellow.
Several other thugs around kept cheering them on.
Upon seeing Chen Mang approach.
The noise quieted down imdiately, and Biaozi quickly scrambled up from the ground, looking slightly embarrassed as he softly said, "Master Mang."
"Mm."
Chen Mang waved for everyone to relax a bit, then walked over with the dical box to Biaozi’s side: "Roll up your sleeve, let’s disinfect your wound so it doesn’t get inflad."
"Uh..."
Biaozi’s mouth twitched slightly, glancing at Mountain Cat beside him, feeling a bit awkward since his wound had already scabbed... So why even bother with dicine?
If he rolled up his sleeve now, wouldn’t that give it away?
But he couldn’t disregard Master Mang’s orders, so he bit his lip and slowly rolled up his sleeve and unwrapped the bandage.
"..."
With a blank expression, Chen Mang looked at Biaozi’s left arm, examining the neatly scabbed wound. Then he glanced at the person in the carriage who had previously been against Biaozi, now getting along with everyone, and suddenly understood everything.
He took the disinfectant spray from the dical box, sprayed it symbolically, and replaced the bandage with a fresh roll, then lightly patted Biaozi’s shoulder, softly saying, "Be careful when on duty outside."
"Alright, you guys carry on."
Then he returned once again to his train cabin.
The neatly scabbed wound was clearly not caused by a Zombie Wolf or similar creatures, but rather seed to be self-inflicted with Car Blade Fragnts; he wasn’t particularly bothered by it.
...
There weren’t many entertainnt options out in the wilderness.
Back in his train cabin, Chen Mang found himself with nothing else to do. He had long morized the information on the Newcor’s Guide, and soon overco with sleepiness, he lay down and fell asleep.
If you insist on defining entertainnt, maybe the only activity is the thrill of escaping from monsters’ jaws, that sort of adrenaline rush.
Half-asleep.
He suddenly recalled whether he had rembered to offer incense to Master Kun, who was indeed a good person. Having given him such a big newcor package, he should express his gratitude.
But never mind, today he was too tired. He would postpone it until tomorrow.
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