858 Finally Arrived at the Prosperous and Unfamiliar Hope City! Part 1
The night had gotten darker.
The green train continued to journey through the wilderness with flickering lights on the winding railway toward Heavenâs Origin.
With Wang Quanâs guidance, Su Mo passed through a few quiet carriages and arrived at the conductorâs room at the rear end of the train.
âMake yourself comfortable. Iâll look for another place to spend the night.â
âSorry for the trouble!â Su Mo smiled apologetically.
âOh well, youâre treasured dearly by Lord Feng Long!â
Wang Quan patted Su Mo on the shoulder with an indescribable expression.
Right before Su Mo entered the carriage, Wang Quan could not help but add on, âHaha! Youzong, donât forget about me when you make it someday!â
âSure thing!â
Wang Quan was satisfied with Su Moâs assurance and closed the door from the outside to isolate the noise from the other carriages.
Su Mo looked at the dim bedside light.
Huang Xiaojuan was led to the carriage earlier and was already asleep on the bed. She was evidently traumatized by Liu Hepingâs sudden attack in the afternoon.
Meanwhile, Oreo was lying in front of the window, enjoying the passing scenery outside.
Seeing Su Mo creeping over, she raised her head and let out a soft but excited bark.
âHmm? Weâve already reached the periphery of Great Mountain?â
Su Mo cast his gaze outside the window and saw the mountains shrouded in darkness. He sat down with a smile and leaned on the head of the bed.
Compared to the seats in the train carriages, Wang Quanâs conductorâs room was much more comfortable.
There was a massive 180-centimeter bed that had eight layers of quilts. It was as soft as a latex mattress in a civilized era.
However, Su Moâs thoughts were not on the comfortable feeling of the bed. Instead, his mind was preoccupied with the critical information that Feng Long revealed before they parted ways.
âIf what Feng Long said was true and the world slowly develops in that direction, thenâŠthat would be miserable!â
Unlike the previous ruin missions he entered, Su Mo had countless questions about the truth of the current world he was in after learning more about the wastelandâs secrets.
Judging from Feng Longâs behavior, it was hard for Su Mo to find any traces of the simulation. It felt as ifâŠ
He had lived through eight years in this wasteland!
Su Mo could not find any flaws in other people or the development of this world that could prove it was a simulated world.
âI shouldnât overthink it for now. Everything should wait until I can lead the territory to survive the zombie disaster.
âItâs useless to keep worrying if I canât reveal my identity.â
Thinking that he was about to see the Su Chan of seven years in the future and possibly his parents who had transmigrated to the wasteland, Su Mo was nervous.
He would recognize his family, but they were not going to recognize him.
Knowing that he might just be a newcomer with some potential to them, Su Mo shook his head and shut his eyes.
Soon, accompanied by the train sounds, Su Mo steady breathing resounded in the quiet carriage.
The night passed by in silence.
Unsure whether it was caused by the psychic energy water or simply because he let go of all his worries, Su Mo slept soundly, and the mental exhaustion he had since arriving in the mission world was swept away.
He woke up, washed up, and had breakfast.
Feng Long impatiently came to seek him again, and the two got together to continue their detailed discussions on the improved version of the Su Familyâs Spear Technique.
During their small breaks, Feng Long would intentionally leak some information to confirm some of his conjectures about Su Mo.
Unfortunately, Su Mo answered cautiously due to the gameâs restrictions.
Whenever there was a question that could possibly reveal his identity, he could only answer vaguely and brush it off.
From morning to noon, and from noon to eveningâŠ
There were no other entertainment activities on the train. Thus, Feng Long instructed some employees to clean out a carriage for the two of them to have a friendly match to learn from each otherâs techniques.
This time, Feng Long specifically ordered that after the carriage was cleared, no one was allowed to come to watch their match.
The reason was simple-Su Mo had already become familiar with the improved version of the spear technique in one night.
Feng Long had already fallen into a disadvantage, and Su Mo would no longer be an easy opponent.
The outcome of their match was unpredictable if they really went all out on each other in the current state.
âEnough, enough!
âYouâre a f*cking freak! I will be your punching bag soon if you keep improving like this!â
Seeing Wang Quan finally approaching with late-night snacks, Feng Long immediately dropped his wooden spear and escaped. There was no longer the joy of finding a special talent like yesterday.
Comparison was the thief of joy.
Feng Long was pretty calm after realizing the technique he had learned for several years was quickly caught up by the other party in just one night.
It was not caused by anything else. It was simply because he was very self-aware that he was average in other aspects.
Feng Long knew that if he did not encounter some sort of miracle in his life, it would be impossible for him to max out all a soldierâs necessary qualities.
In terms of the potential of combat and intelligence, internal affairs, or strategy, his upper limit was basically stuck at 80%.
The only thing he could do was to raise every quality to 80% so that he did not have any obvious shortcomings.
Although he would not stand out by doing so, he would still be an indispensable mainstay of the territory.
Wang Quan spread out a tablecloth and laid out seven to eight various appetizers. Then, he placed two full bottles of sake and left happily.
The two were starving and thirsty, so they naturally did not hold back.
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