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Chapter 205 - 189: Deep Love

Chapter 205: Chapter 189: Deep Love

The green-skinned train looked a bit old on the outside, but the interior decoration was actually quite new and luxurious.

Leather sofas, walnut desktops, handmade wool carpets, vintage decorative lamps. It felt more like a luxury train that’s more for sightseeing than traveling.

The Red Driver operated the drones to explore in both directions towards the front and the rear of the train, and didn’t see a single person—not a passenger nor a crew member.

The cockpit door at the front of the train was tightly locked. Through the glass, one could glimpse the control sticks and buttons all moving on their own.

"What in the world is this place..."

Full of confusion, the Red Driver noticed that the virtual arrow on the radar always pointed in the direction the train was heading, strongly indicating that this was indeed the correct path for task execution.

"I seem to have heard about this."

Midnight Howl said hesitantly, "It was in a sleazy bar on some back street. Someone at the next table had too much to drink and was bragging. He said he once got trapped in a ’killing field’, a place set up with a space anchor, leaving no way to teleport out.

Just when he was about to die from thirst and hunger, a train suddenly emerged from the wall, picked him up and took him away from there.

Before he got off the train and returned to a safe place, the train conductor took his life’s precious love as the price for the train ticket."

"Priceless love?" said the Driver in astonishment. "Don’t tell me they’re also into human trafficking?"

"No,"

Midnight Howl’s expression was a bit strange, "His original hands were confiscated, and he had no choice but to have them replaced with mechanical prosthetics from Prometheus Company."

Is that even possible?

The Driver’s face was hard to keep straight, and just as he was about to say something, there was a "bang"—all the doors of the carriages closed at the same time, blocking any possibility for the players to disembark.

The train whistle hummed and the train began to accelerate continuously.

Ordinary people like Mendoza grabbed the armrests of the sofas to support themselves.

Zhao Zijing stood up and took out a shimmering alloy arrow from the Backpack, controlling the floating arrow with her telekinesis, carefully perceiving the speed of the train.

One hundred, two hundred, three hundred kilometers an hour...

The train sped along wildly, finally stabilizing at a speed of seven hundred kilometers an hour, and then traveled at a constant velocity through the void.

The Driver smacked his lips, feeling somewhat like he had been forced onto a pirate ship, and asked Li Cheng in confusion and annoyance, "Ant bro, what exactly did you see on that piece of paper, to be so certain that we won’t die on this train?"

Li Cheng leaned against the sofa and counter-questioned, "Are you sure you want to see?"

Not only the Red Driver, but everyone else nodded as well.

If that’s the case, Li Cheng took out that piece of paper, gently laid it on the wooden table.

In the next instant, everyone who saw the contents of the paper widened their eyes in shock, especially the Red Driver, whose palm subconsciously trembled.

The content of the drawing was simple: Li Cheng stood in the midst of grass as tall as a man, with the limbs and arms of Midnight Howl, Mendoza, and others scattered beneath his feet, along with that Task Battery.

In front of him stood the blood-covered Red Driver and Zhao Zijing, both with fierce expressions, jointly thrusting an alloy arrow into Li Cheng’s chest.

This was the death prophecy given by the Suicide Notebook, predicting the most likely death that Li Cheng could meet in the near future.

...

The atmosphere on the scene suddenly became eerie, with Midnight Howl staring stiffly at his own remains shattered into Hero Fragments.

Catherine, Mendoza, and others turned pale, while the Red Driver, who was the first to ask to see the drawing, scratched his head, somewhat at a loss.

"Don’t worry,"

Li Cheng smiled, his expression still relaxed, "The background in the painting is a field of grass, which doesn’t match the train environment, meaning we are not in immediate danger of losing our lives.

As for the content of the painting suggesting we would kill each other, there could be many reasons. It might be due to an illusion, or being charmed, or the figures in the painting might actually be monsters in human skin, masquerading as humans.

The "Suicide Notebook" only provides predictions and does not explain the causes and effects.

For instance, someone sees on the paper that they will soon die in a plane crash, so they hurriedly cancel their booked flight and stay at home in peace.

Yet, they still encounter a plane crash—a malfunctioning airliner precisely crashes onto their house.

Therefore, one cannot fully trust the outcomes of prophecies."

"Exactly,"

Zhao Zijing also came out to steady people’s minds, "Based on the Special Effect description, this is not a strong prophecy with self-fulfilling power, but a future that can be avoided.

If we start harboring suspicion and distrust now, it may instead lead us to be instigated into infighting."

In the Global Supernatural Alliance, there are a few Transcendents who are good at prophesying, humorously referred to by internal members as the Three Fates.

Most of the time, the prophecies given by the Three Fates are quite accurate, helping the GOC and other organizations to prevent disasters before they occur, making an outstanding contribution to human society.

But sometimes, prophecies can truly be a real pain in the neck.

The Pope appears in agony, sweating profusely, suspected of being the victim of an assassination by a powerful assailant!

In actuality, the Pope is just constipated in the bathroom.

A terrorist attack at New York Airport, militants armed with guns take thousands of hostages!

It turns out to be just a promotional trailer for the new Call of Duty game.

A nickel-iron meteorite from outer space heads straight for Earth!

In reality, due to the lack of a scale in space, the meteorite is only the size of a basketball. It doesn’t even get the chance to hit the ground before it is burned up by atmospheric friction.

These kinds of blunders are endless, making it seem like those fake news pieces created by marketing accounts.

Having seen it often, Zhao Zijing is also able to take a more calm approach to so-called prophecies.

"This train looks like it will continue to run for a while before stopping, why not rest for a bit. There should be no danger for the time being."

After Zhao Zijing spoke, Mendoza, Catherine, and others breathed a sigh of relief. Having consumed a lot of Energy and strength fleeing for their lives, they could no longer hold out. They immediately lay down on the sofa with a nervous and uneasy feeling, closing their eyes to rest.

As for the Transcendents, they dare not sleep.

Midnight Howl took two pills, revitalizing his spirit. Red Driver took out some menthol oil and inhaled deeply for stimulation and mental clarity.

Li Cheng held a sudoku book in his left hand filling in the numbers and a high-level Magic Cube in his right hand, twisting and twirling as a leisurely puzzle game to pass the time.

The train continued on its journey, reaching the end of this void space and crashing head-on into a solid wall. As if activating a phase through space functionality, it directly passed through the wall, burrowing into the rock layer.

The train’s head was slightly tilted upwards, and after half an hour of tunneling through the rock layer, it emerged into the dimly lit and profound sea.

Looking through the train windows, with the help of interior lighting, one could clearly see the bizarre shapes of deep-sea fish and even non-carbon-based species that absolutely could not exist in Earth’s oceans.

Mendoza and others snored thunderously. The players didn’t have the heart to wake them up, silently watching the train speed upward, eventually breaching the surface of the water and coming to a gentle stop.

The moonlight was cold and clear, and a lone, elongated stone slab stood on the sea, similar to the stone platform Li Cheng and the others were on before, serving as a platform.

A huge, indistinct shadow was waiting for the arrival of the train.

The players exchanged glances, tacitly taking out their Weapons in silence, raising their vigilance.

Bang!

The train door opened again, and the shadowy figure moved into the train, entering the eleventh carriage where everyone was located.

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