"It’s precisely because of this system that even though over a year has passed since Doomsday, trains continue to grow constantly."
"One day, we will clear out all the monsters and rebuild our home on this scarred planet."
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That’s definitely not happening.
If interstellar travel isn’t achieved in five years, just wait for death. Based on the information he saw in the Doomsday Abyss, this planet will be completely done for after five years. Logically speaking, there shouldn’t be observation windows like "Doomsday Abyss" only in Tieling Wasteland, and apparently, this organization is unaware of this news.
They knew and covered it up, not telling others.
"Hmm, the purpose sounds good, and then?"
"The organization hopes you can join. As a meeting gift, we’ll give you a generous gift, like... 50,000 units of iron ore."
"Little?" The young man was slightly surprised: "Just now, you weren’t even willing to throw away 1,000 units of iron ore."
"That’s a different matter."
After a moment of silence, the young man continued: "The train in the yellow zone will give you these 50,000 units of iron ore. If it were more, it wouldn’t be willing. And you only need to deliver 5,000 units of iron ore to a designated train in the white zone."
"Back and forth, it’s equivalent to netting 45,000 units of iron ore."
"It’s a surefire deal."
"Also, after joining this organization, there will be no mission requirements for you. You have no bosses; everyone just huddles together for warmth,"
Chen Mang nodded: "How long has your organization been around?"
"Where is the strongest train in your organization located?"
"According to your organization’s structure, the strongest trains always occupy the position of providers. I’m curious if they have unlimited resources to constantly provide for others?"
After pausing another while, the young man replied: "You’re thinking too highly, I am not informed. I didn’t expect you to be so resistant, because in my view, it’s all gain and no loss."
"Isn’t it good for everyone to huddle for warmth in Doomsday?"
Chen Mang stood, looked at the young man casually, and said: "But I’m too lazy to run to the white zone to deliver iron ore, and also too lazy to claim that pitiful 50,000 units of iron ore in the yellow zone, so you guys go ahead and huddle; I’ll just keep myself cold."
Saying this, he walked out of the ring.
The young man’s soft voice came from behind.
"I must remind you, anyone who has accepted the invitation but then refused is considered anti-human. Maybe no one in the green zone dares to provoke you, but when you go to the yellow zone, the organization has established a base there."
"Unless you never go to the yellow zone in your life."
"In Doomsday, anyone who refuses to huddle for warmth can be considered anti-human."
Just as Chen Mang was quickly walking out of the ring, he stopped at the words, then returned with his cane to the young man, lifting his chin with the cane and smiling.
"Were you just...threatening me?"
"Then pass on a message for me."
"If anyone from your organization dares to provoke me, I’ll kill any ’Heaven’ member I see from then on."
"Little punk who sells his ass to AI, don’t provoke me, understand?"
Saying this, he no longer lingered, walking out of the ring. He wasn’t the least bit interested in any organization, which sounded ridiculously troublesome. It might help others, but for him, it was just a waste of time.
Seated cross-legged on the ring, the young man watched Chen Mang’s departing back with a dark face, rage blazing in his eyes!
This was the first time someone dared to insult him so crudely!
Also, his AI was female, not male, and he wasn’t any ridiculous little punk!
He was an A-level potential train, even in the future, this A-level potential would help him greatly. He was a core seed within the organization, and no one had ever dared speak to him this way. Did they think any random person could complete an A-level difficulty mechanical reassignment task?
Even if others wanted to sell their asses.
Taking a deep breath, he immediately exited the combat inspection virtual space, went to the Train Radio, picked up the walkie-talkie, found the red chat box, and raspingly said: "Recruitment failed. He said in the future, tell the ’Heaven’ people to stop provoking him; otherwise, he’ll kill every one he sees."
Only static could be heard from the walkie-talkie.
After a long while, an old voice came through.
"Then it’s best not to provoke him; everyone has their own ideas. Not everyone wants to join the organization."
"Your brother has been waiting for you in the base behind Kunlun Mountain in the yellow zone ’Zombie Basin,’ and my advice is not to make unnecessary moves, understand?"
"You didn’t threaten him, did you?"
The young man hesitated before shaking his head: "No."
"Hmm, that’s good. ’Heaven’ organization has only one rule; once joined, you can’t leave. Since you’ve received the favor of others, you must also pass it on to those below. That way, everyone can do better together. Those unwilling to join don’t need to, don’t make enemies."
The young man then hung up the call, sitting on his seat with a face torn between emotions. The person he was speaking to was a high-level member of ’Heaven,’ and he didn’t know which zone they were in or the level of their train, only that they were strong, always the one to contact him.
The organization prohibited threats.
’Heaven’ was a very sacred organization in his heart, where everyone united to warm each other. He always felt it was an honor to join "Heaven," but the other party’s dismissive attitude made him unable to resist the urge to threaten, wanting them to back off.
He never expected they completely disregarded his threat!
Damn it, didn’t he clarify that the ’Heaven’ organization also had trains in higher zones? Why is a level 5 train in the green zone acting so arrogant?
A woman approached, nestled in his arms, her fingertips tracing his chest softly: "Did someone anger Heaven?"
The young man embraced the woman, taking a deep breath before forcing himself to calm down: "Just a little thing."
The woman gradually slid her fingers down, smiling.
"No!" The young man, seemingly frightened, grabbed the woman’s wrist, his voice trembling: "Didn’t we just do it four times last night? Can we take it slow? It’s already been seventeen times this week; didn’t you see my lips have turned white?"
The smile on the woman’s lips slowly faded, a trace of sadness flashing through her eyes: "You don’t love me anymore, do you? Are you already tired of my body?"
"Then let’s destroy together."
The "Immediate Self-Destruction" button cover on the nearby control panel was opened remotely by the woman.
The young man forced a smile, quickly closing the cover again, his voice choked and hoarse: "Love you, how could I not love you."
This woman was his AI.
The young man lay on the chair, feeling hopeless, watching the blurred shadow reflected in the train window, which was continuously moving up and down on him. His mind kept replaying Chen Mang’s parting words.
If only he had known...
If only he hadn’t pursued A-level potential back then.
His brother also had A-level potential, but his brother’s AI had no such needs. It only, one night while his brother was asleep, activated the "Built-in Fire Control System" and killed all female creatures in the train.
Including female slaves, a sow, and two hens.