Apocalypse: I Built the Infinite Train
Chapter 310: Global Target

After getting familiar with the systems on the Black Hawk Armor, Lin Xian exited the armor, feeling a rush of excitement as he admired his self-made masterpiece from the outside—filled with a deep sense of accomplishment.

Ever since he saw the Iron Guard-3 Military Assault Mech for the first time at the Beiwang Outpost, he had set his sights on crafting a real-life Iron Man-like battle suit. Now, that dream had finally come true.

Lin Xian’s ability was different from others. His physical enhancement lagged far behind gene-evolvers like Shu Qin.

Before he had the Gravity Lens and Mechanical Augmentation, his combat power was far lower than his support capabilities.

Most of the time, he had to rely on the Mechanical Heart to keep the Infinite Train speeding away. His own body was simply too fragile against eerie entities. Even the steel plates he crafted or the Ice Wall couldn’t stand up to attacks.

But now, with a Fully Enclosed Armor Suit, his mechanical ability finally had the perfect platform.

First of all, with the armor equipped, he had unlimited energy and could even perform in-battle repairs.

He could also continuously modify the suit, make on-the-spot upgrades, and even in a monster tide, hold his own far more effectively.

Thinking of this, Lin Xian didn’t waste a second. He sat down again and began crafting the PX-05 Robot in preparation for assembling the new train.

Since leaving Jiang City, Lin Xian had barely wasted a moment aside from sleeping or fleeing—always crafting, devouring, or repairing.

Exhausting? Absolutely.

But the Infinite Train was safer than ever, with low casualty rates. That alone was enough to keep him going.

Whirr~

Mechanical lights flickered—another PX-05 robot was in progress.

Back in Jiazhou City, it took him about 3–4 hours to make one. Back then, his mechanical manufacturing level was only Level 3. Now it was Level 5, and he could finish one in less than an hour.

Lin Xian checked the time—19:00.

He planned to make 4 PX-05 units first as spares. Then he would craft a batch of Roarer K23 Electric Gatling Guns and Meteor-3 Anti-Materiel Sniper Rifles, along with a large supply of 1130 ammo—these would be delivered to Luo Yang and Li Yi’s crew.

Although the Arc Pulse Rifle in the single-soldier kit was powerful, its rate of fire and range were limited.

Kinetic weapons remained essential for the convoy, especially when facing monster tides.

Only high-ROF weapons like the 1130 CIWS and Gatling guns could withstand that tsunami-like onslaught. The others just didn’t cut it.

As he worked, Lin Xian suddenly heard footsteps.

Turning around, he saw Xiao Yuan walking over with a bowl of pear soup.

“Captain Lin.”

“Oh, it’s you, Xiao Yuan.”

Xiao Yuan walked over carefully and placed the gently warmed pear soup beside him, then looked up timidly at him, biting her lip slightly.

“I saw how hard you’ve been working all night... so I made you some pear soup. You... please drink it.”

“Perfect! I was parched,” Lin Xian grinned, accepting it without hesitation.

Looking at Xiao Yuan, Lin Xian felt a warmth in his chest.

Say what you will—being cared for like this was something no one could easily turn down.

He thought back to Xilan City, how this girl had mustered the courage to lead the Hell Black Chrysanthemum to distract the Abyssal Endworm for him.

In such a life-or-death moment, it was impossible not to be moved.

Even worse—she had been gravely wounded.

According to Ms. Chen, her internal organs were severely compressed, and she had multiple fractures.

If not for the Comprehensive Medical Pod on the Infinite Train working over four hours to save her, she’d already be dead.

Even though she had recovered, she still looked frail.

Lin Xian suspected the trauma might have impacted her ability evolution.

Yet there was no worry on her face—just a plump, smiling face and bright eyes.

Seeing Lin Xian accept the soup so warmly, her eyes shimmered with light, joy quietly blooming in her chest.

Lin Xian took a big gulp.

Instantly, a refreshing sweetness flowed down his throat, soothing and cool.

He could feel even the tight muscles in his back relax.

“D*mn, that’s delicious. Xiao Yuan, your cooking’s getting better.”

Honestly, in a world like this, having something like this to drink was no small luxury.

Lin Xian felt like he could go out and hack down a few more Snow Fiends with no regrets.

“I... I just threw it together. If you like it, Captain Lin, I’ll make it for you often, okay?”

Xiao Yuan asked nervously, looking at him with hopeful eyes.

It didn’t sound like a casual offer.

“Sure, if you make it, I’ll drink it.”

Lin Xian smiled and agreed without thinking.

He devoured the whole bowl—soup and pears alike.

The dry heat of the Western Gobi felt instantly swept away.

“Mmm!”

Xiao Yuan’s cheeks turned red as she nodded quickly.

Like a sweet and dutiful little wife, she took the bowl and spoon from Lin Xian, then walked off with pink bubbles practically trailing behind her.

Lin Xian watched her go and let out a soft sigh.

“What a good girl,” he thought.

Being taken care of like this somehow made working feel less tiring.

He smiled, then got back to crafting.

Minute by minute, time slipped by.

By the time it was past midnight, he had finished crafting:

• 4 PX-05 Robots

• 10 Roarer K23 Electric Gatling Guns

• 10 Meteor-3 Anti-Materiel Sniper Rifles

• A huge amount of 1130 ammo

Then, he opened his Mobile Terminal.

Following KIKI’s design idea, he began crafting her throwing blades.

The blueprint KIKI found came from a type of outdated military mecha—spring-loaded throwing blades that had long been retired from the Starfleet in favor of chain swords.

No one knew where she had dug it up.

But Lin Xian understood what she wanted—these weren’t meant for high-precision Electric Blade tech.

She just needed something to use with her telekinesis.

So his job was just to match the design with the right size and material.

After thinking it through, Lin Xian chose to use Tungsten-Titanium Alloy Type I—the same material used in making Electric Blades.

Hard, not too light, and with enough mass to deliver serious kinetic damage when flung with psychic force.

He quickly crafted three size variants:

• Small: 60 cm

• Medium: 100 cm

• Large: 150 cm

The large version weighed over 20 kg each—tall enough to reach KIKI’s shoulders, with a deadly sharp edge.

“With that little one’s telekinetic power now, tossing a few hundred tons is nothing to her.

Making 1000 blades would be just 20-something tons. Piece of cake.”

He glanced at his Disassembly Center and Manufacturing Center.

Tungsten-Titanium Alloy Type I was a Tier-3 advanced material.

No way he could mass-produce that many in one go.

And if he used up all his stock, it’d be hard to find more Devourable materials out here in the Western Gobi.

What if the convoy needed emergency production later?

That would be awkward.

“Forget it. Let’s test the waters first. I’ll make 100.”

He also decided to install a hidden Blade Compartment on the roof of Car No. 2 for KIKI.

Clang clang clang—

Blade after icy-sharp blade was forged.

By the time it passed 2 a.m., Lin Xian was finally hitting his limit.

Inside Car No. 12, looking at the scattered masterpieces around him, Lin Xian finally relaxed.

He checked the time and exhaled.

“I’ll sleep four hours, then start building the Weapon Station…”

At this point, there wasn’t much room left in the Infinite Train’s twelve carriages for more weapon stations.

Car No. 2 already had the Electromagnetic Railgun, Server, and Information Center.

Cars 3 and 4 were both research stations, with the specialized Kor-3 Biological Science Research Carriage—no way Lin Xian was modifying that.

Car No. 5 had the Electromagnetic Railgun, YJ-03 Anti-Air Cannon, and Gun Tower.

Cars 6 and 7 were the Dining Carriage and Resource Storage Unit.

Cars 8, 9, and 10 were all Living Carriages.

Car No. 11 was the Mecha Hangar and Mechanical Arm Carriage.

Car No. 12 also had the 1130 Close-In Weapon System already installed.

Only Car No. 10, where Shu Qin lived, and his own Car No. 1 were still relatively empty.

In fact, Lin Xian had planned to reorganize the weapon stations only after merging the trains and properly laying out the integrated power system.

The 1130 CIWS and Electromagnetic Railgun had different tactical purposes, not to mention the YJ-03 Anti-Air Cannon and the planned missile systems.

He didn’t want to slap together something on a whim only to find it difficult to modify later.

If the configurations were unbalanced, it would mess up the scheduling for nearly 200 people and throw the Infinite Train’s defenses into chaos.

After thinking it over, Lin Xian decided not to rush things.

He returned to Car No. 1, took a proper shower, and went to bed.

When Lin Xian got back, Chen Sixuan was already awake.

She immediately took over watch duty, monitoring the situation across the entire train so Lin Xian could sleep in peace.

Lin Xian’s plan was to sleep for about four hours and get a head start on preparations before dawn.

But he hadn’t expected the massive explosion in Yijin to have such a lingering impact.

As soon as he, KIKI, and Fire Bro lay down, a bone-deep coldness swept over them, draining all strength from their bodies.

At that moment, Lin Xian realized his body had been heavily contaminated by dark energy.

But it was already too late.

A torrent of intense negative emotions surged through his mind—

Sadness, pain, despair, fear.

Screams like hell itself filled his ears.

In that instant, he seemed to be linked to the wails of hundreds of billions of zombies across the world, as if swallowed by a never-ending nightmare the moment his eyes closed!

This was the first time Lin Xian so clearly felt the infective power of the Dark Invasion.

Cold sweat soaked him as he lay frozen on the bed, unable to move—like being pinned under a spectral wall.

“Die, die, only in death will you be free…”

“I will be devoured. I will rot!”

Before his eyes stretched an endless Abyss, crawling with countless unspeakable horrors.

Sinister whispers echoed in his ears like demonic chants, tearing into his mind.

Lin Xian felt like he was enduring the worst torture known to man—

Fingers snapped one by one, face flayed alive, pain burrowing into his bones.

In that moment, he wanted to scream, to call out for Ms. Chen, for anyone.

He wanted to activate the Mechanical Heart, unleash the AT Field—

But he couldn’t do a thing.

The fear crawled up like billions of ants, gnawing through his eyes, ears, nose, and brain.

Suddenly, a wisp of dark energy from the Hell Black Chrysanthemum, filtered through the Eerie Cube, slowly entered Lin Xian’s body.

His Mechanical Heart began to operate on its own.

In an instant, Lin Xian felt his senses and control systems reignite.

His mental will took back control.

Before long, the dark pollution started to fade, and the pain in his body eased.

Soaked in sweat and drained, Lin Xian finally fell into a deep sleep.

Only then did he truly understand why the Dark Invasion could wipe out billions in one night on Apocalypse Day—

And why survivors who wavered in willpower or suffered injury would collapse under such pressure.

Thankfully, the Infinite Train had the Eerie Cube.

Without it, once the train population increased, internal mutation would be uncontrollable.

Dragon Mountain No. 1’s solution to this problem was to assign a Carriage Leader and Deputy Leader to every car.

These individuals were handpicked by Shi Diyuan and Ning Jing, selected for strong abilities and combat strength.

They were responsible not only for daily management and battle formations but also for mutual oversight.

If anything went wrong, the car would be sealed off immediately!

…

Far away in Jiazhou City, which had long been swallowed by Abyss Zone No. 3, the dark rooftops were packed with perching Corpse Crows.

They were densely clustered, their pale eyes crawling with Parasitic Threadworms.

The abandoned city was bleak and reeking, filled with lurking horrors.

All outbound roads, tracks, and highways were littered with rotting survivor remains, chewed clean by the darkness.

Caw caw, caw caw—

The corpse crows suddenly became agitated.

Their frenzy triggered a chain reaction, and a wave of shrieking erupted throughout Jiazhou City.

Thousands of crows scattered in a black storm cloud, tearing through the sky.

The reason for their hysteria?

Over the Air Corridor far above the city, a Floating Colossal Shadow descended from the horizon, blotting out all starlight.

Jiazhou City fell into total darkness.

Even the skyline vanished.

A deep, vibrating hum trembled through the air like bubbling gas.

Dust clouds burst from the streets like a sandstorm burying the city.

…

Federation Star City, once known as the Dragon Nation’s foremost tech city—nicknamed the City of Stars.

Now it served as the base of the Old Federal Government, renamed Dawn City—symbolizing humanity’s final glimmer of hope.

Dark skyscrapers stood like a dense forest of steel, radiating outward from the Twin Star Towers at the city’s center.

Above the city’s inner loop was a vast and majestic Urban Ring, once the aerial maglev expressway of Star City—a hallmark visible even from low Earth orbit.

But after Apocalypse Day, the City Ring had gone completely dark.

One-third of the corridor had collapsed, leaving behind only a shattered mega-structure—a remnant of human tech’s twilight.

In stark contrast, the lower zones still flickered with neon.

Every street and alley teemed with all sorts of doomsday vehicles heading toward Dawn City.

The Federal Parliament issued a ban forbidding any light from appearing above 100 meters—

Because Dawn Wall No. 1 stood exactly 100 meters tall!

At the city’s edge, an enormous wall rose from the ground, encircling all of Dawn City’s urban core.

It towered menacingly, still incomplete, with countless automated cranes, transport bots, and tens of thousands of hazardous laborers working around the clock.

Stretching 196 kilometers, Wall No. 1 flickered with signal lights like wartime beacons—this was the apocalypse’s Iron Defensive Perimeter!

Meanwhile, within the Starport district where the Twin Star Towers stood, another completed wall—Starport Wall No. 2—formed the final defense of Dawn Underground City No. 1 and the Federal Starfleet Port.

It also served to isolate the overpopulated outer city zones.

Thus, everything beyond the 18-kilometer Wall No. 2 was collectively known as—

The Old District!

Once the capital of science, now it resembled a cyberpunk wasteland.

At least 3 million people crammed into it.

Cramped, filthy, chaotic.

Perpetually shrouded under the oppressive Tidal Sky Canopy.

The sky drizzled endlessly.

A foul stench filled the alleys.

Crooked neon signs advertising cheap goods flickered, bulbs sizzling.

The alley was dead silent—only the drip drip of rain collecting on power lines and falling onto metal trash bins could be heard.

Click—

A lighter flared briefly.

In the shadows of a corner stood a youth in a black leather jacket, hood drawn low.

The flicker revealed a slightly youthful face.

Not long after, footsteps echoed nearby.

The youth stubbed out his cigarette and tugged the front of his hood.

As the footsteps neared, a tall man with a dark expression came into view.

He wore a spiked leather jacket and a dramatic mohawk—clearly a gang-style look.

The man stepped up to the corner, glanced back to make sure no one had followed, and finally rasped toward the hooded youth—

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"Where's the thing I asked for?"

The young man’s eyes flickered. He then pulled something from inside his leather jacket—a mechanical prosthetic, structurally sound though visibly worn.

A stylized graffiti of a purplish-red cat’s head was sprayed across the forearm—likely the emblem of a mechanical modification alliance.

The man’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw it. He took the limb, removed his old prosthetic left arm, and skillfully attached the new one to the connection port at his elbow joint.

Click—

The servo system powered up. The man slowly clenched his fist.

As the joints in his wrist and knuckles rotated, faint gear noises emerged.

Electric blue arcs crackled across his knuckles.

Gazing at the surging electromagnetic light, the man looked visibly thrilled.

“Not bad.”

Then, he cast a cold glance at the youth, pulled a micro storage device from his pocket, and tossed it over.

"City’s a mess right now. It’s not just the patrol squads—even the Garrison and the Angel Project people are all over the place. I can’t help with this kind of thing anymore."

The youth caught it in one hand, looked it over, then raised his arm.

The skin on his left wrist opened automatically, revealing a data port.

He inserted the storage device, took a deep breath, said nothing more, and turned to leave.

The rain kept falling.

This black rain was laced with toxins from the Dark Invasion, and with night upon them and the Outer City Curfew Suppression Order issued by the Federation, the streets were nearly deserted.

The youth walked briskly, weaving through alleys, eventually slipping into an unremarkable building corridor.

He walked through pitch blackness for a while until deafening music boomed from ahead.

Pushing open a door, a noisy underground bar came into view.

Every patron was visibly armed.

Even the waitresses in crop tops and black fishnet stockings wore twin large-caliber revolvers on their hips.

Tattooed above their slender waists was a small red bead—

A Eerie Blood Crystal motif, oozing a seductive allure.

But in Dawn City, such tattoos also meant something else.

All it took was one blood crystal—for a night of romance.

The hooded youth walked past the rowdy crowd to a corner booth.

A man and a woman were seated there.

Around them stood several individuals with Soul Wave Value fluctuations off the charts.

The woman wore a black trench coat, elegant and poised—her presence clashed starkly with the dingy, rundown bar.

The man wore a windbreaker, looking clean-cut and composed.

He sat casually in the shadows, eyes scanning the eclectic bar scene with interest.

"Brother Jiang."

The youth stepped forward quickly and handed over the storage device.

The man seated there was none other than Jiang Yun—the same one who had rushed the Climbing Passage alongside Lin Xian.

The woman across from him was Jian Xuwei, head of the Fenge Group and now the leader of the Silver Star Doomsday Train.

Jiang Yun took the device and slotted it into his own small terminal.

Inside—it was surveillance footage.

One day earlier, in the Old District’s Auckland Block, there had been a reported Eerie Human attack.

Normally, this would fall under the jurisdiction of the city’s patrol units.

Eerie entity outbreaks in Dawn City were commonplace at night.

If the casualty count was under 50, it barely qualified as noteworthy.

But this case was different.

The target was a convoy named Freedom Wind Convoy.

They didn’t have many members, but all were ability users—four of them at Rampage-level.

Strangely, the entire convoy vanished overnight.

This happened in a heavily patrolled and surveilled zone—an extraordinarily bizarre incident.

The Freedom Wind Convoy had a strong reputation in the district, often leading charges during night assaults.

Their sudden wipeout sent shockwaves across Auckland Block, filling survivors with dread.

The footage showed only three seconds.

In the darkness, a man—slightly taller than average—hurried past the street corner.

Just as he neared the camera, the feed abruptly blacked out.

Some kind of electromagnetic interference had clearly disrupted the signal.

Jiang Yun frowned, slowed down the playback, and rewound it.

The man wore a strange dome-shaped top hat.

His outfit was from another era—like something out of a different century.

Even with night vision enhancement, the distance was too great to make out facial features.

Tap.

A delicate finger suddenly pointed at Jiang Yun’s terminal, dragging to pause.

"Look here."

Jian Xuwei tapped at the figure’s eye region.

In the frame, a faint red glow seemed to flicker in the eyes.

Jiang Yun exhaled slowly, his tone grim.

"Figures. Another one of those Crimson Skeletal Horrors—mechanical and eerie hybrid constructs.

No idea what that damn Crimson World is even researching anymore."

Jian Xuwei glanced at the noisy crowd in the distance, her gaze serious.

"Our people spotted Silent City crippled in Luling Forest after escaping Abyss Zone No. 5.

The Federation already dispatched a team.

Corpses swarm the outskirts, and inside there’s mutation and Crimson Horrors roaming.

With supply shortages, Dawn City is already a mess inside and out.

Once they finish Wall No. 1 and finish their so-called 'city defense taxes,' I’m guessing they’ll abandon the Outer City altogether."

"I doubt they’ll even finish," Jiang Yun chuckled.

"Hiding in an underground city doesn’t guarantee safety either.

Their so-called 'century reserves' are a joke if they don’t solve the water problem.

And now that the Starfleet Port’s ship bays are fully occupied, you think outsiders can’t guess what the Federation’s really planning?"

Jian Xuwei’s brows tightened.

"That’s a headache for both the Federation and the Phoenix Society.

No matter how advanced water purification tech gets, if it can’t filter out the Dark Invasion toxins, it’s pointless."

"Miss Jian," Jiang Yun looked straight at her, casually swirling his drink.

"I’ve been waiting a long time for that plan of yours."

Jian Xuwei remained calm, speaking slowly and evenly.

"What’s the rush?

The night is coming.

Dawn City is about to become the eye of the storm.

Neither of us is going anywhere.

But that person—he's finally here."

"Lin Xian, huh?" Jiang Yun’s eyes lit up.

"According to the intel broadcast on Phoenix Global Radio’s Fire Log, he stirred up quite the storm in Xilan.

Now, whether it’s the Phoenix Society, the Federation, or the Descent Faction—

This mechanical ability user friend of ours has already become…"

He narrowed his eyes and said solemnly—

"A global target."

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