Chapter 219 - 149: "No, how can a train be played like this?!"_2

"Brother, when Doomsday came, did you ever check your fortune?"

"This area was perfectly fine, how come you arrived and everything went chaotic?"

"Hey..."

Er Dan awkwardly whispered, "Can’t blame it all on me, it’s a long story. I’ll slowly explain it later, but brother, I’m really envious of you; S-level potential sure is impressive."

"Those Level 6 trains are still using machine guns, but brother, you managed to equip a Level 5 train with missiles."

"A real dimension reduction strike."

"Too bad I’ve never seen the major firepower accessories on the A-level World-Hating train on the Shahe Plain, but I’m sure it’s nothing compared to yours."

Then he looked at Chen Mang with a serious expression and said.

"Thanks, brother. If you hadn’t come this time, I probably would’ve been spent to death in this area."

"How much copper did your missile use? I’ll reimburse you."

Chen Mang glanced at Er Dan and said casually, "300,000 units of copper."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Er Dan continued, "We’ll talk about reimbursement later. I’ve used up all the copper on my train. Brother, I owe you one for this favor; let me know if you ever need anything."

"As long as it’s not a death mission, just say the word, and I’ll be there."

"I thought you’d say you’d face knife mountains and sea of flames without hesitation."

"That sounds a bit fake, because honestly, who isn’t afraid of death."

"But..."

Er Dan tugged on his military coat and looked at Chen Mang, who was dressed thinly, with a hint of puzzlement in his eyes: "Such cold weather, you’re wearing so little? Not cold?"

"It’s okay."

Chen Mang patted Er Dan’s shoulder with a smile and said, "The Clothing Customization Production Line is upgraded to Level 10, which has the Lock Temperature effect, standing around won’t feel very cold. Why, haven’t you upgraded to Level 10? This Supermodel Effect is quite useful."

"..."

Er Dan’s lips twitched silently. Even if he suddenly had a thousand Murphy Stones, he wouldn’t use eight on a ’Clothing Customization Production Line’ just for a Lock Temperature effect—he’d rather wear more!

"Alright."

Chen Mang pointed to a giant headless zombie not far away and said, "We’ll chat later; there’s still work to do. Need to cut up and collect this zombie before it freezes."

"Wait a minute." Er Dan looked at the zombie not far away with confusion and said: "Bro, you’re not running a Flesh and Blood Train, why do you want this thing?"

"Just collecting it for now; might be useful in the future. Such a big zombie is hard to come by, and if we trade with a Flesh and Blood Train, it’ll come in handy."

"Bro, don’t zombies drop ’Corpse Flesh’ when you kill them? That’s the critical unit of flesh material for upgrading Flesh and Blood Trains, but the Flesh and Blood Train does indeed consume these as snacks... just not that much!"

"Really?"

Chen Mang silently looked at the distant zombie, having always believed the Flesh and Blood Train uses flesh directly for upgrades. He’s collected quite a bit over time but still walked towards the train room after a pause: "Best to collect it first; it might be useful."

...

Ten minutes later.

Chen Mang crafted thirty regular carriages, each equipped with ten-meter-wide Level 50 blades, and the Fixed Star Train slithered around the giant zombie like a serpent, constantly rotating and emerging from underground, eventually tunneling right out from beneath the zombie.

Quickly dismembered it.

After forcibly removing the "Blade" from the carriages, it shattered into countless pieces glowing with cold light.

The blades on all thirty regular carriages were forcibly removed and shattered into fragmented pieces.

Then, a group of train residents walked down, picked up the fragments on the ground, wrapped a corner with cloth, and began meticulously cutting the big chunks of flesh off the zombie, making sure they’re no larger than the refrigerator door.

As long as it’s the right size, the Powerful Magnet will instantly suck it into the train’s refrigerator.

After a monster dies, its defense significantly reduces, making cutting easier—simpler even than slicing the Level 3 Cannibal Spider back then.

Speaking of it.

He’s dealt with many monsters, but that Level 3 Cannibal Spider may have been the most brutally dismembered by him.

Once again piloting the Fixed Star Train, he activated the "Earth Core Melting Furnace," and the train head transformed into a giant maw filled with countless spinning gears, devouring all thirty regular carriages separated from the train.

Then—

Chen Mang jumped down from the train room, walked to Er Dan, leaning on a cane with a smile: "Sorry for the spectacle, had a hard life before, and encountering such a giant zombie for the first time, kind of rare, might come in handy later."

"By the way."

He turned to Old Pig nearby and gestured: "Gather some clean snow, don’t get it dirty, freeze it in the refrigerators—it’ll be useful later."

"Yes." Old Pig nodded seriously with a solemn face before walking away.

"..."

Er Dan, who had been watching in stunned amazement, sniffed and looked incredulously at Chen Mang: "Brother, is this how you usually play?"

"How come as Train Captains, I feel our train management styles are completely different?"

"Can’t believe trains can be played like this!"

"Not bad." Chen Mang chuckled, "It’s really nothing."

...

"Whew..."

Er Dan took a deep breath and tightened his military coat, his expression complicated: "Having lots of refrigerators is good."

Even if he wanted to stuff these things into his train, there wouldn’t be enough space. He does have the "Gate of Space" accessory equivalent to Chen Mang’s Level 10 refrigerators, but he wouldn’t dare fill such a precious space with zombie flesh.

A Level 5 "Gate of Space" is expensive.

He wouldn’t spend the money.

The main point isn’t about spending—what use is stuffing the train with zombie flesh? The Flesh and Blood Train doesn’t even want it!

He’s now convinced that Chen Mang absolutely built his success from scratch without any backer support; only someone who starts from scratch would develop this kind of personality. Those with big-shot backing don’t bother with these things.

"I’ll give you a few refrigerators later, these things are quite useful, take a few."

"No."

Er Dan shook his head seriously: "Not appropriate, you came all this way to rescue me, consuming so much of your copper—a favor I haven’t returned yet. Accepting refrigerators would make me a beggar."

"But..."

Er Dan hesitated, tempted, "How about I trade with you for some? I gathered two boxes of cigarettes recently, each box containing 250 packs. I’ll give you one box for two refrigerators, is that alright?"

Chen Mang raised his eyebrows, put his arm around Er Dan’s shoulder, smiling: "I’ll give you six refrigerators for two boxes of cigarettes, keeping 50 packs for yourself. Surely, you won’t give them to the slaves, just you and management smoking, won’t need much, right?"

"Deal!"

Er Dan almost instantly agreed. As Chen Mang spoke, he hurriedly responded, seemingly afraid Chen Mang might reconsider, then grinned brightly: "Thanks, brother."

"These six refrigerators will be a big help to me."

"By the way, brother."

Suddenly recalling something, he said seriously: "Although Storage Bin and Gate of Space maximize train space use, many times a Level 10 refrigerator’s role cannot be replaced. Have you ever thought about selling refrigerators at the fair?"

"Sell?"

Chen Mang shook his head: "Refrigerators are white-grade accessories, upgrading to a Level 10 requires at least eight Murphy Stones—do the math; how should I price them?"

"I’ve considered selling but not in the green areas."

"They can’t afford the price."

"Will sell once I get to the yellow areas."