System: My Doomsday Train-Chapter 833 - 333: [All Races Must Kneel Here]
"That Celestial Palace disappeared not long after we first saw it. Do you think it could be because one day in the future, I made a different choice, and that’s why it disappeared?"
"Alright, Train Captain, my brain is beginning to reject these thoughts. Let’s consider some lighthearted topics instead. Do you want to look forward to my ’Cosmic Level’ Supermodel Effect when I reach Level 500?"
"Not really, no."
"Alright then..."
"Just wait, I have it all planned out. Once this ore is mined, I’ll upgrade you. You’re rushing it, but that armor next to you just can’t speak. It’s not more anxious than you."
"True, it’s still more important."
...
Thousands of light-years away.
"Nami Civilization."
Today, a monumental event occurred here. A gigantic Celestial Palace suddenly appeared above a planet, and this news spread rapidly across all the planets of this civilization.
It attracted significant attention from the government.
Numerous scientific research teams went to explore.
Similarly, a minor event happened.
A father and son, who hadn’t spoken due to various conflicts, had their first conversation today, seeming to reduce the barrier between them a little.
"Huh?"
A young Little Fatty on a mining planet in the Southern Border was staring at the virtual image projected in mid-air, the huge palace occupying nearly half the sky, standing there in shock and trembling slightly as he spoke.
"Dad... Will that thing fall down? Maybe you should run first?"
"It feels dangerous."
"Didn’t mom say the Southern Border was undeveloped with many chaotic things? Why does it feel like your Northern Border isn’t much more stable either? Is this an apparition of God, or is Satan coming at the end of the year to boost performance?"
"I’m fine, son."
The middle-aged man in the image shook his head: "I have my ways. Even if it were to fall, I have a means to survive. But you should come back quickly. Stop being mad at your dad. If you like mining, I’ll set up a mine for you behind the house."
"I’ll get you a Level 10 Ore."
"I enjoy the feeling of mining on the planet myself. I like the feeling of harvesting the fruits of my own labor."
"Then I’ll buy you ten advanced mining planets to dig at your leisure."
"...Dad, you don’t have that much money, do you?"
"It’s all small money."
The young Little Fatty shook his head, not taking his father’s words seriously. After all, the middle-aged man’s three major hobbies were drinking, fishing, and bragging, which he could fully understand, and he firmly said, "I still want to earn my own money, spending what I’ve earned brings peace of mind."
"But..."
The middle-aged man frowned: "You already have a reclusive personality. There are even fewer people to talk to over there. If it continues like this, what will you do in the future?"
Little Fatty’s lips moved. He almost mentioned that he had made a mysterious friend but decided not to and just irritably retorted, "Didn’t you say you were very rich? If you’re so rich, even if I have a reclusive personality, I can live off you my whole life. What am I worried about?"
"But... you need to find a woman, right?"
"With money, what woman can’t I find?"
"But you haven’t found any!"
The middle-aged man glanced around, noticed his wife wasn’t nearby, and couldn’t help but angrily say, "You just watch those films every day and do it yourself, hands-on, self-sufficient. If you just went to have some fun with a few stars, you’re already this old and still a virgin, can I ever see a grandson in my lifetime?"
"If you want to live off me, at least give me a grandson to play with, right?"
"Let me tell you clearly!"
"If you don’t have a grandson for me within ten years, don’t think for a second you’ll spend any of my money!"
His deepest secret being exposed face-to-face, Little Fatty instantly became a bit embarrassed and furious, hysterically shouting, "I will never spend a penny of yours. If you want a grandson, you’d better find a way to have one yourself!"
"I will never go back!"
"From now on, I don’t have you as a father, and you don’t have me as a son!"
Then he hung up the phone abruptly.
The father-son relationship, which had just started to mend, was thoroughly broken, now even closer to freezing than before.
After hanging up the phone.
Little Fatty sat on a stool, fuming with anger, gasping for breath. He was determined to earn money himself so he could spend with confidence. Once this minefield was completed, he could contract another and pay back the money borrowed from his mother for this trip. Afterward, all the money he earned would be his own.
After a long while.
He glanced at the mine’s surveillance video. His new friend hadn’t come to find him yet.
This mining field would soon be mined out, and then he would have to leave. He didn’t know if he would ever see this friend again.
He had new things to talk about.
He really wanted to tell this new friend about the sudden appearance of a Celestial Palace within their civilization, as his new friend would surely find it fascinating.
...
One day later.
The research team from "Nami Civilization" had initially set foot on the Celestial Palace but had not ventured deep. They only reached the main entrance.
This palace was enormous.
In completely unknown circumstances, no one dared to go in rashly.
Under the temptation of huge profits, various civil adventure teams were sent inside the palace, and on the planet, many temporary research institutes were conducting general surveys of the palace’s appearance.
The progress was swift as well.
With central government’s high regard, all official and civilian agencies within the Nami Civilization were mobilized together.
The power unleashed was tremendous.
Soon after—
"Make way, make way!"
A train with an icy exterior suddenly appeared above a research institute and descended slowly to the ground. As the doors opened, a large number of armed personnel poured out, and an elderly man, extremely aged with white hair, was slowly assisted out of the train by two young and beautiful women.
