Chapter 122: Get in the Car!

Morning Qi gazed at the text glowing like a bright lamp before him.

The path to summon the power in hand...

After playing through so many times, Morning Qi understood that when the lamp activated, it not only granted a high degree of mental resistance but also revealed a few cryptic lines.

These words were akin to divinations, vaguely indicating what awaited at the destination.

Morning Qi looked at his hand, then back at the text.

[Everyone, awakened by the rumble of the train, climbed onto the stone pillars and peered into the distance.]

[The messenger sprang up instantly, summoning the carrier pigeon hidden beneath his clothes. He was teaching his pigeon how to sell intelligence. At dawn, he planned to sell the train’s location to those searching for it, making a hefty profit!]

[The drunken pyre-burner also looked afar:

“The train’s here! That’s the train, huh? I knew it—trains must have legs! Otherwise, how could a bunch of connected wheels rush swiftly across complex terrain? They’d get stuck the moment they hit a mountain. That magician in the gutter was wrong, claiming he studied history.”]

[The pyre-burner drew his long blade, fiery red patterns igniting along its length. Eagerly, he headed toward the weaving train:

“Friends, I’ll go meet this legendary train first!”

Bathed in the blade’s fiery glow, he hurried down the mountain.]

[The Right-Eye Detective picked up his satchel, adjusted his attire, and briskly followed the pyre-burner.]

[Do you advance toward the weaving train? Please make your choice.]

[1. Charge forward with all your might.

2. Follow cautiously behind the crowd—you notice some abnormal shadows lurking ahead. Those shadows reveal glowing red eyes; even with torches, you must remain vigilant.

3. You haven’t rested enough yet; lie down and wait for daylight before moving.]

Morning Qi pondered. Rushing recklessly might invite attack from shadow demons. It was wiser to proceed cautiously.

In moments like these, patience was key. Such a vast train didn’t need to be rushed.

Choice: 2, advance cautiously.

[You suppress your excitement. The sky is still dark; those shadow demons linger at a distance. Caution is necessary.]

[You take a burning stick from the campfire, trailing the crowd carefully.]

[As you leave the safe zone, you witness the shadow demons begin to dance wildly, charging at the pyre-burner’s blade, attempting to extinguish its fiery glow.]

[You grip your torch tightly, eyes fixed on the path ahead, treading carefully over the barren rocks as you descend the mountain.]

[You see the drunken pyre-burner swinging his blade fiercely, driving off the shadow demons!]

[Advancing toward the train...]

Before long,

Morning Qi’s gaze fixed on the text when suddenly a highlighted line appeared!

[You faintly hear a long, distant chime.]

[It’s the bell signaling the dawn.]

[You look up to the sky, where the laughing moon is veiled behind countless clouds.

You wait silently for the sunrise—in this cold winter season, dawn arrives unusually early.]

[Dawn has come! The sun slowly ignites!]

[The blazing sunlight dispels the oppressive darkness; the shadow demons lurking in the distance, like frightened rats, reveal pained expressions and scatter.]

[Snow winds blow; beneath the orange-red dawn light, you gaze afar.]

[Under the sun’s radiance, you clearly see the train’s form—a perfect blend of steam machinery and ancient white elements.]

[The weaving train’s rumble gradually ceases.

You notice many travelers rushing toward the train, forming a swarm-like surge—there are countless people!]

[Do you sprint full speed ahead?]

Morning Qi rubbed his hands. The sun had risen! It was time to go all out!

[Bathed in sunlight behind you, you quicken your pace, shooting past the pyre-burner, sprinting across the cold stones, racing swiftly downhill.]

[“Young ones sure are fast!” The drunken pyre-burner felt an inexplicable urge to compete, flames bursting from his legs as he broke free from the shadow demons, intent on a race of speed and passion.]

[You smile faintly at him, finding your moment. With a nimble leap, a storm gathering behind you, you launch into a powerful dash downhill!]

[“So fast, young one!” The pyre-burner was stunned; he couldn’t keep up. As a gatherer of herbs, he was no stranger to dangerous terrains.]

[Full speed ahead...]

Morning Qi thought for a moment, then released the White Dove Eye once more.

[The white dove flew from your right eye, scanning the surroundings. Many were rushing toward the front carriages.]

[Advancing...]

[You have left the Furnace Mountains and now race across the snowy plains...]

[You have arrived before the weaving train!]

Morning Qi exhaled deeply—he had finally arrived!

[As you drew nearer, the train’s full grandeur unfolded before you.]

[It loomed like a colossal mountain, countless mechanical legs, each over four meters tall, plunged deep into the snow.

From its roof, scorching steam billowed continuously; the carriage featured two tiers of windows, exuding a vintage steampunk aura.]

[This was a complex mechanical beast unlike any you had ever seen!]

[At that moment, the Wild Horse Messenger’s curved blade passed beside you.]

[“Gatherer, fate’s been kind to us. Didn’t expect such luck—finding the train so quickly. Many have wandered these mountains until rust claimed them!

Gatherer, you’d best hurry. The carriages behind are already packed! People from other zones have filled the train; few empty carriages remain!”]

[The crowd’s clamorous voices echoed from all sides. Many had waited long in these mountains, and now with the train’s arrival and the sun’s rise, they surged aboard at full speed!]

[Each one desperate to claim the best carriage!]

Morning Qi glanced at the text. According to the investigator’s guide, if one lacked an invitation, it was best to choose a good, ordinary carriage.

But now, it seemed there was no choice.

There were simply too many people, and many began jostling to secure a good spot.

Morning Qi never expected to witness a scramble for space even in this New Day world.

Fortunately, he should count himself as having a ticket.

[“Don’t block my way, little gatherer! I want the best carriage, so step aside!”]

A voice rang out—a finely dressed merchant, mounted on a white horse, galloped past behind you, not slowing as he charged toward the carriage in front.

An option flashed by at lightning speed!

[A white horse charges at you—make your choice quickly!]

[1. Step aside in time.

2. Use your long blade to stop the attack.]

The choice vanished almost as soon as it appeared.

Choice: 2!

[You strike back with the flat of your blade, sending the charging merchant sprawling!]

[“Aaargh!” the merchant howled.]

[More and more people pressed forward toward your carriage.]

[You look ahead.]

[The rust-streaked carriage door slowly creaked open.]

[“Passengers, please board in an orderly manner,”]

A neutral voice echoed from within.

That voice bore the orderly resonance of a bell, startling the crowd into slowing their pace.

A highlighted line appeared!

[A figure leapt out from the carriage.]

A figure?

Morning Qi continued reading, but the next line startled him.

[The figure who just leapt from the carriage landed directly upon you!]

(End of chapter)