System: My Doomsday Train-Chapter 581 - 291: Gray-grade components._5
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"Woo!!!"
As the Fixed Star docked at the shore blared its horn, numerous residents orderly entered the Constant Star Train, and the survivors on the island were temporarily settled in a few residential areas, albeit more crowded than the regular residents.
Ready to depart.
Target, the pink area "Tropical Jungle"!
"Good thing it’s normal here."
Sitting on a chair, Chen Mang gazed into the horizon and whispered, the advanced train couldn’t reach lower-level areas. If no path led from a high-level area to an even higher one, he’d be stuck here.
This possibility is theoretically small.
Since he had this path, it wouldn’t get blocked.
But just like anything with a small probability can happen, there’s a white area surrounded by high-level zones with no way out.
He glanced at the Train Panel displaying over 13,000 train residents.
Picked up the intercom.
"Old Pig, how’s the performance of the newly joined residents on the train?"
"Very well-behaved."
"Huh? They used to have several people per household, now living in fridges, no complaints?"
"There were at first, but it was solved using the catfish effect."
"What catfish effect?"
"Mr. Li released some zombies, letting them roam the residential area. The new residents immediately felt safer in the dormitory."
"..."
Forget it.
As long as it’s solved, Chen Mang hung up the intercom.
Recently, he visited the Level 100 Gate of Space, nearly perfectly transplanting the forest from the island inside it. Staying inside, you’d hardly realize you’re on a train, more like being in an outdoor forest.
Pretty good.
The cosmic journey is long; it’s nice to have a place to stroll when bored.
Notably.
The island survivors had no significant external crisis, so life was quite leisurely, but not entirely without crisis, hence there was no internal strife. Instead, they coexisted in family formations.
Quite a few couples formed.
Although, it’s unknown how these people practiced birth control, as no woman’s belly seemed to swell over the past two years.
When all residents had boarded the Constant Star Train.
The Fixed Star began to hover slowly in mid-air, shooting towards the distance!
Target location.
The pink area "Tropical Jungle"!
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"Resident number 11111..."
A young man sat in the residential area, looking at his resident number on the Iris Chip with excitement. This resident panel reminded him of a game player panel, making him feel novel.
If only this had existed before Doomsday.
He knew many were somewhat dissatisfied with Fixed Star’s restrictions on freedoms, but he harbored none; there was new clothing and food, what to complain about...
Sea salt, had a strong rusty and bitter taste.
He had enough of eating fish smeared with sea salt daily, not only was it unpalatable, but it also made him thirstier, requiring dew collection on the island or use of stored rainwater. Initially, there were over 20,000 survivors.
In the past two years.
Many froze, fell ill, drowned, fell, or were bitten to death by tigers.
Without monsters, still, many died.
Especially in winter, beast skins had to be draped on themselves and hid in wooden huts to have a chance at survival.
Life was extremely challenging.
Not as comfortable as life on the Fixed Star, not to mention the outside world had already ended; even if not joining the Fixed Star, how long could they last on the island, catching a cold could develop into a viral flu, becoming hard to treat.
Just losing a bit of freedom.
There’s no thing in this world without a price, he was greatly looking forward to his future life on the Fixed Star, especially his auspicious resident number, five 1s, felt like a lucky start.
Most importantly—
The young man’s expression gradually turned hazy, the corners of his mouth involuntarily curling up. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
He thought of the cashier girl he recently met at the Resident Store, he felt he might be in love; he hadn’t seen a girl wearing clean clothes and dressed up in ages, much better than the women on the island.
He heard the train encouraged love, and he felt he could respond to this policy.
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"Blown up?"
"Uh... blown up?"
The Fixed Star was cruising on a set course.
Chen Mang frowned as he looked at the Star System Map on a nearby screen. After the Insect Race Civilization wiped out the Heaven-Slaying Civilization, the home star of a small civilization began to flee.
Numerous thrusters were installed on the back of the planet.
Preparing to escape from the Insect Race Civilization.
A very sound plan.
But without the use of a Wormhole, with that planet’s escape speed, it couldn’t distance itself from the Insect Race Civilization within hundreds of years. These days, he had Ai monitor that planet’s progress to see when it would give up.
The result.
Just now, Ai told him the planet exploded, naturally extinguishing the civilization.
"How did it blow up? Was it destroyed by the Insect Race Civilization?"
"Probably not."
Ai’s voice echoed in the train room: "After all, it was only a zero-point-something-level civilization, logically speaking, the Insect Race Civilization wouldn’t detect it, nor had any reason to act, the exact cause is unknown, but it is no longer present on the Star System Map."
"Star System Maps don’t show such details."
