System: My Doomsday Train-Chapter 700 - 311: This Is Just F***ing Unreasonable! (Requesting Monthly Votes)_4
To the far west is the "Insect Race Civilization"
To the far east is the "Kasha Civilization Federation."
In between are some scattered Level 1 civilizations and a multitude of offbeat civilizations, while to the far north lies the "Mechanical Civilization Ruins Area," a staggering tens of thousands of light-years away from Furong Star. The wormhole fees are not cheap.
"Sixty billion units of iron ore."
Chen Mang silently gestured to Ai to take a bag of iron ore to the window and hand it to the mechanical arm that extended out. This price isn’t cheap, 60 billion... equivalent to the market value of two "Jimei Tourism Companies."
The price is for a round trip.
No payment is required on the way back.
Of course.
Whether one can come back alive is another matter entirely.
This isn’t a place average people can afford to go to.
It’s just that...
"..."
Chen Mang turned his head to look at the several trains around him, each with thousands of carriages, and sighed deeply. These people are indeed quite ruthless, as this fee is charged per train, with each train costing 60 billion for the round trip.
So—
Many trains joined together to form a single train and pooled their money to pay the fare, then recombined on their return.
This even led to the emergence of a new profession, the "Coachman."
That is, the leader.
After all, once they arrive over there, if the leader bolts and there’s no payment receipt, those left behind will have to pay a significant extra amount to return. He didn’t participate in the pooling because the process is quite complicated...
The train is filled with people.
Some of whom do not have a train of their own and paid a fee to the coachman as adventurers. These people basically gamble their lives, venturing into the outer universe without a train, purely gambling with life and death.
Moreover, these teams, once over there, also have a time limit for their return, usually scheduled for a year later.
It’s not free.
He chose to go it alone, the cost being an additional sixty billion units of iron ore.
In this world.
Freedom is often extremely expensive and requires a considerable fee.
After completing the payment.
Having traveled through space for about a minute, he saw ahead the slowly rotating wormhole, whose constantly twisting starlight inside was like a girl’s diary, captivating and arousing a desire to explore.
After entering the wormhole.
It was just like the wormholes he encountered before.
This wormhole was extremely short.
In just a second, it had exited the other end of the wormhole, almost instantaneously.
There’s a very counterintuitive thing about wormholes: the longer the distance crossed is not necessarily reflective of a longer time spent inside, as the duration is determined by multiple factors, in a semi-random state.
Just upon exiting the wormhole.
He saw trains one by one, guided by a shuttle cart, moving toward the nearest planet.
The Fixed Star also had its own shuttle cart.
A train with only the locomotive leading the way, remotely transmitting information over, roughly introducing the current situation here.
The Constant Star Train was moving very slowly, and the shuttle cart in front seemed understanding, driving patiently and slowly too.
After all, speeding could cause them to fall apart.
Indeed.
The Fixed Star was also temporarily acting as a coachman, with many more trains hitched behind it, albeit all belonging to the "Philia Pirate Group," as they were relying on Pulupulu’s trains to locate the Mechanical Civilization’s planet.
After a short while.
Guided by the shuttle cart, the train proceeded towards the nearest planet, which orbited a star and served as the only transit stop nearby, a place for all adventurers to replenish supplies before continuing their explorations.
"Is this the ruins of the Mechanical Civilization?"
Inside the train, Chen Mang sat in his seat, gazing at the distant view, his eyes full of awe. He had thought it might resemble the Terracotta Warriors, but it was completely different. The ruins were not just static but dynamic.
In the distance.
Astral debris floated in space, remnants of train fragments and other materials lingering to this day. According to the information from the shuttle cart, numerous areas within this region spanning thousands of light-years harbored substantial amounts of space debris.
Besides this.
A small black hole was visible to the naked eye, created by the massive bombardments during past wars. Such black holes are numerous in this battlefield area; some have dissipated over the years, while others remain.
Apart from these, beams of light sporadically swept past.
They aren’t comets.
They are... photon attacks.
Indeed.
Although the Mechanical Civilization was annihilated many years ago, traces of it haven’t completely vanished. During the race’s final battle, an unknown number of Light Energy Main Cannons were fired, with not all hitting their targets, continuing to traverse the universe until one day striking a planet and exhausting all energy.
Tens of thousands of light-years may not sound huge.
But if you were to fire an "Akanon Light Energy Main Cannon" from one end to the other, assuming it hits no targets midway, it would take tens of thousands of years to reach.
And the Mechanical Civilization has been gone for less than a millennium, naturally leaving many scattered attacks within this battlefield region.
If you’re unlucky enough to get hit directly.
You can only consider yourself unfortunate.
In your next life, don’t gamble with your life.
Apart from these hazards, there are various other types threatening survival, making every step fraught with danger, contrasted by equally bountiful rewards; finding any remnants of the Mechanical Civilization can fetch a hefty sum if taken away.
