Chapter 70: "Looking good in doomsday is not necessarily a good thing.

"..."

Inside the Constant Star Train, situated under the desolate plains and stars, Chen Mang squinted slightly as he looked at the blueprint in his hand.

A white-grade Vehicle Accessories Blueprint.

"Continuous Bed Crossbow."

Obviously, this is an offensive accessory, and it cannot be installed on any carriage top; it needs to be installed in a separate "Open-air Carriage," where a maximum of 8 bed crossbows can be placed.

The downside is apparent: the power definitely doesn’t match the immediate effect of heavy machine guns.

But the advantages are even clearer.

White grade means less energy consumption, more frequent use, and less pain at heart— unlike with heavy machine guns, where one clip might leave you wondering if the enemy is in pain, but you definitely feel the hurt.

A hundred or so slaves toil for two days to mine copper, only for it to be gone in the blink of an eye.

What’s more—

He could upgrade "Continuous Bed Crossbow" to a high enough level, perhaps with several Supermodel Effects, and its power might surpass heavy machine guns. It’s the first white accessory he’s seen with long-range attack capability.

"Not bad."

Chen Mang smiled and tucked the white-grade accessory blueprint into his chest, excited about the "Continuous Bed Crossbow." Just by the name, he felt its power couldn’t be too small; it’s pretty useful in the early stage.

Of course, mainly limited to the early stage.

...

Chen Mang returned to the front of the train and placed the "Continuous Bed Crossbow" blueprint on the control panel. As it turned into pale white dots and fused into the panel, he could create this accessory anytime, and even if it was destroyed, he could still make it without the blueprint.

Of course.

If the train was destroyed, and he made a new one using the Train Order, he wouldn’t have the permission to create this accessory.

As for the remaining drops, he did a cursory sorting rather than a careful count.

First, return to Doomsday Abyss. After arriving, he would carefully count them.

The mining in the Doomsday Abyss wasn’t finished yet; tonight the slaves would rest and continue mining the next day.

After today’s events, he also witnessed firsthand the power of the Level 5 Heavy Machine Gun paired with Level 3 bullets, indeed impressive; with slightly more bullets, killing a Level 3 boss felt as easy as slaughtering pigs.

But without finding Level 2 copper ore, he didn’t plan to use it again, as it was not very affordable.

In the night.

The accelerating Constant Star Train began to turn, moving toward the Doomsday Abyss coordinates.

Preparing to go home!

...

And inside the No. 5 Thug Carriage, the thugs tightly clutching their Soaring Dragon Assault Rifles, ready to jump into battle at any moment, finally let out a sigh of relief when everything outside quieted down, and the train smoothly traveled across the plains.

"Alright."

Sitting by the window, Biaozi looked at the crimson plains rapidly left behind, his heart finally settling again: "Combat’s over, relax, don’t be so tense."

Fearful, just like everyone else, he too was scared!

If the train couldn’t hold up, they as thugs would be the last line of defense, and they would have to step up.

Even if they wanted to escape, there’d be nowhere to go.

On the plains, if the train stalled or perished, they would basically soon meet their ancestors.

After the last upgrade and renovation of Constant Star Train.

The No. 5 carriage they were in was transformed into a hard sleeper cabin; each thug had a dedicated bunk, and it was also the only carriage with windows. They all witnessed the battle firsthand.

The overwhelming pressure from the ten-meter-tall zombie was nearly suffocating.

But fortunately.

Master Mang held firm and secured the ultimate victory.

Then Biaozi glanced at Mountain Cat who was tightly holding a photo and smilingly said, "What, a picture of your sister-in-law?"

During the train battle, Mountain Cat had been clutching a photo pulled out from somewhere, his face pale, clearly frightened. Since Master Mang risked his life to save Mountain Cat.

This formerly most rebellious character became extremely obedient to him.

He also started to find him agreeable.

Keeping a small buzz cut, working efficiently and cleanly.

Mountain Cat, a little embarrassed, carefully tucked the photo back into his necklace’s hidden compartment, whispering, "Ex-girlfriend, broke up before Doomsday."

"Hmm."

Biaozi lit a cigarette, taking a drag before leaning back against the chair, eyes fixed on Mountain Cat’s necklace. The pendant was a steel piece resembling a worry-free tag, with a compartment inside perfect for holding a photo.

"Good-looking?"

"Hey, very good-looking, not only pretty but also very gentle."

"I don’t know how to say this, before Doomsday I wasn’t very promising, working at a container factory, but she never despised me; she said life is something two people gradually improve together, and we live our days well without envying others."

"If there’s anything I regret most in life, it’s probably not taking her out for steak before we broke up."

"She always wanted to go with me to eat steak, said she’d treat me; I certainly wouldn’t let her pay, though that place is a bit pricier, I could afford it."

"But I always felt a bit inferior inside, not daring to enter such a place, thinking I’d have a chance once I earned money later, except..."

The typically quiet Mountain Cat suddenly seemed to light up when talking about his ex-girlfriend, but soon he dimmed down again.

"..."

Biaozi remained silent for a long time before lowering his gaze to the flickering cigarette, whispering, "In Doomsday, being pretty isn’t necessarily good."

Mountain Cat didn’t respond, just gazed outside, gently touching the steel piece for a long time before speaking.

"Survival is a blessing."

"Why break up."

"She left without a word; a few months after the breakup, I heard from her friend that she got married through an arranged meeting. I saw a photo of the guy; he was quite big and perhaps wealthy."

"You don’t hate her?"

"I don’t hate her," Mountain Cat shook his head. "Everyone has the right to choose a better life, and she already stayed with me for a long time. It’s my fault for not fulfilling my promises to her."

At this moment.

The always-silent Old Pig couldn’t help but interject, "Brother, I must remind you, based on what you said, your relationship was so good; this girl didn’t seem to be the gold-digger type. This storyline seems like she got some terminal illness and didn’t want to drag you down, hence leaving without a word."

"..."

Mountain Cat paused momentarily, "It couldn’t be that melodramatic, could it?"

"Could be."

Old Pig said earnestly, "Just imagine, if she really got a serious illness needing a large sum for treatment, what would you do if she told you?"

"I would die with her."