Chapter 910 Thinking Twice

A battle between the powerful was raging in the sky above the surface and inner worlds.

And on the ground below,

Painful Shadow People poured down from the inner world hanging upside down in the sky, devouring Train Conductors who had been traveling for barely a year, or even less.

They were trapped inside the Capsule Tunnel.

They were fighting desperately to open the sealed doorway, longing to escape this world.

But even though the Barrier Utopia City had used to seal it away was not sturdy, and was merely a Module some High-Level Train Conductor had casually left behind,

they still could not open it.

Those who had once proudly called themselves members of the Golden Age, their hearts brimming with boundless pride, believing that as long as they kept traveling, they would make a name for themselves in the future,

finally understood why so many Guilds treated High-Level and ordinary Train Conductors so differently.

The seemingly tiny difference in boarding level between the Level 7 and Level 8 Platforms

was like an impassable chasm, crushing them until they could hardly breathe.

Zhao An.

President of the Future Guild.

A person with a talent.

He had also been one of the outstanding members among those who entered the Wasteland at the same time as Ye Qiyan.

Now, his Train Level had already reached 11.

As President of the Future Guild,

his life had actually become much easier after the demon man was killed and several S-Class Members left.

Mo Shi, Shen Yuan, who joined later, and Zhao Lin, who became an adviser thanks to Shangguan Yingxue, had never paid any attention to the little bit of authority he held.

But because of their strength,

most members of the Guild were more willing to listen to Mo Shi, the woman whose name inspired a strange, inexplicable fear.

Zhao An had his own pride.

Deep down, he secretly believed that everything that had happened before was all a trial.

As long as he persevered, he would surely become one of the Wasteland’s powerful figures.

But today...

Click.

The seal was opened.

Zhao An, standing at the front, looked at the seed that had fallen to the ground, then raised his head. His gaze landed directly on a young woman before him, with long black hair reaching her waist.

She looked incredibly familiar.

“I-is that you?”

Zhao Lin.

The Future Guild’s adviser.

Zhao Lin paid no attention to Zhao An’s expression. Standing in the middle of the entrance, she spoke calmly:

“You can’t get out. The way outside has already been blocked. If you want to live, turn back and fight.”

Someone beside Zhao An cried out in a trembling voice:

“W-what do you mean? Are you from Utopia City? We, we just want to return to the Wasteland. Please, let us go...”

Pleading voices rose and fell around Zhao Lin.

She said nothing more, and actually stepped aside to clear a path.

“Thank you! Thank you!”

The Train Conductors’ faces lit up.

They rushed into the Capsule Tunnel, found their Trains, and without hesitation chose to depart.

But...

[Unable to depart]

[Your permissions are insufficient]

[This station has been sealed off twice]

[Utopia City Permissions/Station World Train Conductors Prohibited from Leaving]

Despair began to spread.

Then they thought of Zhao Lin once more.

“Please, help us! Senior, ma’am! We really only...”

“My name is Zhao Lin, not your senior.”

Zhao Lin spoke calmly.

Beyond the great door, which had lost its sealing effect,

the Painful Shadow People were about to charge inside.

Everyone was afraid, but Zhao Lin was not.

She secretly cheered herself on in her heart.

[“Come on, come on... Whew... They’re just a bunch of monsters. I’m lucky now, after all!

Besides...

Brother Qiyan is still here.

I can’t lose face!”]

As five

</path> Game Cards appeared behind Zhao Lin and gathered into a Ring,

the space around them transformed into a variety of Game Worlds.

The Shadow People were pulled inside, but, lacking reason and a sense of Self, they could not play the games and were exterminated by the Game Cards’ rules.

“I am Zhao Lin, Train Conductor of Sector E-3.

I told you, you can’t escape.

But if you’re willing to fight back, then when the war in the sky ends, you, and I, may still have a chance to survive.

If you choose to give up,

then stay here and die here!”

No one noticed the slight tremble in Zhao Lin’s voice.

Her eyes were faintly red.

As she spoke, all that flashed through her mind were the scenes of herself in the Station World, struggling against Misfortune.

She had made it through even the greatest misfortunes.

Today, good luck had finally come.

So let her be willful for once.

“I can promise you this: Senior Altos will lead us to victory in this war!”

The Ring of

</path> Games sent out a strange power.

Under its influence, those who had been so terrified they’d lost their reason and thought only of fleeing found themselves involuntarily thinking things through again.

They had the chance to reconsider.

“Damn! Sister Zhao Lin is right! We’re Train Conductors, for crying out loud! We can’t let a bunch of weak monsters push us around!”

“This is a good spot. Let’s build defenses here! Anyone who can attack from a distance, quit standing around!”

“I’ve got a few high-grade grenades. I’m not holding back this time! We can definitely hold out until Lord Altos and the others win!”

“That’s right! I’ve also got a Level 4 defensive machine-gun robot.”

“My Train has attack systems too. I’ll dismantle them right now!”

“My Train can start up at the station. Can someone lend me a Train Coin...”

Zhao Lin’s words rekindled their withered hearts.

When faced with life and death, no one held back.

Humans.

Train Conductors.

At that moment,

they had united, something rarely seen.

Only one person was huddled in a corner, staring blankly at Zhao Lin, who bore a Ring.

The chance to think again granted by the Ring of Games dredged up the pain buried deep in Zhao An’s heart.

“How... That’s a Card Sequence... Why... are she and the others... so dazzling... while I...”

“What are you doing, man? Don’t just stand there! Can’t you grow plants? The zombies are coming, so hurry up and plant some peas or something!”

Zhao An’s depression didn’t last long before a six-foot-tall man grabbed him and hauled him up.

“Come on, hurry up! We still have to make it back alive!”

Alive... and make it back?

Zhao An realized that the tiny jealousy in his heart was meaningless.

That day, he accepted the gap between them, a gap he could not hope to overcome.

And at last, he understood that perhaps... there was no need for him to envy anyone.

Survive.

For now,

he just had to survive...

“H-here I come! I’ll plant them now!”

Being a gardener who grew plants

didn’t seem so bad, after all.