My Apocalypse Train

Translator: Anubis Translations

The next moment—

The 700 units of iron ore stored in the 2nd Cargo Car instantly dissolved into powder and merged into the carriage's interior. Chen Mang immediately exited the locomotive cabin and inspected the "Vehicle Blades" mounted on both sides of the carriage.

At first glance, the most noticeable changes were:

The blades had become thinner and wider, their surface area increasing from 50 centimeters to 70 centimeters, significantly expanding their range of attack.Two additional lines of text appeared on the panel of the white vehicle accessory, the "Vehicle Blade."

Tier 5 Overpowered Effect: The Vehicle Blade can rotate at high speed.

PS: When this accessory reaches Tier 10, a second Overpowered Effect will be unlocked.

"Rotate at high speed?" Chen Mang read the small text, his first Overpowered Effect. He nodded thoughtfully, and at the same time, he vaguely sensed a new button had appeared on the Control Console deep within his mind. Without conscious thought, he pressed it.

The Vehicle Blades on both sides of the Stellaris train carriages suddenly began spinning rapidly around the carriages, creating a distinct whistling sound as they sliced through the air!

"Wow..."

Chen Mang stared in awe at the sight before him. After a moment, he couldn't help but grin widely. The circular blades whirled swiftly around the train, ensuring devastating lethality even when the train wasn't moving.

If the train were moving, the destructive power would be even greater.

If he also upgraded components like the Wheels to ensure the train could advance through harsh environments without the risk of overturning or getting stuck, then even the largest zombie horde would be as easy to dispatch as chopping vegetables.

There would be no need to worry about zombie hordes at all.

This 700 units of iron ore hadn't been spent in vain. The effect was excellent.

After completing his research, Chen Mang finally stopped the Vehicle Blade's rotation and retracted it into the carriage. Though he had no idea where exactly the wide blade was stored, he didn't dwell on it.

Not bad.

With that settled, Chen Mang returned to his locomotive cabin, satisfied, and prepared to sleep.

The steel door of his locomotive cabin could only be opened with his permission. Theoretically, living there was absolutely safe—though if a threat arose that could destroy the entire train, staying in the cabin would be pointless.

In the wasteland—

Biaozi, who had been preparing to report to the deputy train conductor, witnessed this scene. After a long, expressionless silence, he finally averted his gaze.

Before, he'd wondered if his memory was failing him.

But now he was certain of one thing:

Lord Mang's "Vehicle Blade" was fundamentally different from the one he'd crafted before. His old blade wasn't this thin, this wide, and it certainly didn't fucking spin!

The spinning blade's power had increased by leaps and bounds.

Just then—

Black Rat jogged over, panting slightly as he urgently reported, "Brother Biao, today was the first day these slaves were taken to the mine by Lord Mang. Many procedures aren't yet set up, and we don't have accurate records of how much each person mined."

"Four or five slaves reported that two women didn't mine at all during the shift, just stood to the side chatting. They got the same rations as everyone else, which the slaves found unfair."

"Those two women were Master Kun's former women. They hid in the locomotive at first, but after the battle, they were brought down to mine."

"Then those two women jumped up and said they wanted to become Lord Mang's women. They told me to arrange a meeting with Lord Mang and not to delay, or else when they become the train conductor's wives, they'd make life difficult for me."

"What should we do, Brother Biao?"

"Let's..."

Brother Biao frowned slightly, but he didn't dare delay. "Bring those two women here. We'll go see the deputy train conductor together."

He knew those two women. They were indeed quite pretty and well-proportioned, which was rare in the apocalypse. To put it bluntly, they had a real chance of becoming the train conductor's wives. If he handled this poorly, they might make life difficult for him later.

After all, they had been personally selected by Master Kun. Their backgrounds and circumstances wouldn't be lacking.

Inside Living Car No. 3, Old Pig, who had been deeply immersed in organizing various procedures, looked up at Brother Biao's report. Noticing the two women with their eyes full of arrogance, he paused briefly before immediately getting to work.

Leading the group through the train carriages, they arrived at the junction between the 2nd Cargo Car and the locomotive.

Old Pig knocked on the train door before whispering, "Brother Mang, there's something you need to handle."

The next moment:

Clang.

The steel door swung open.

Chen Mang, who had been preparing to sleep, opened the door and scanned the group standing before him. "What is it?"

"This is Biaozi," Old Pig introduced, stepping aside to let Biaozi step forward. "He's the leader of the ten thugs I selected for this operation."

"Lord Mang, sir!" Biaozi stood ramrod straight, his voice booming with respect and solemnity.

"Hmm," Chen Mang nodded, sizing up Biaozi with a critical eye. "Your qi and blood are quite strong. To have such vitality in the apocalypse, you must eat well. You don't seem like a slave by trade. Work hard from now on."

"What are these two women doing here?"

Old Pig glanced at Biaozi, who immediately stepped forward and concisely explained the situation.

After hearing the full story, Chen Mang's expression darkened. He glared at the two women standing behind Old Pig. "Are you saying these two slaves haven't dug a single ounce of ore all afternoon?"

"As slaves, you're not mining and just eating my food? Do you think I'm running a charity here?"

Time is money.

In other words, he had lost over ten units of iron ore.

"Lord Mang!"

Seeing Chen Mang seemed angry, a plump woman immediately plastered a coquettish smile on her face, full of worldly charm. She sidled up to him, tugged at the hem of his clothes, and wheedled in a soft, girlish voice, "Men and women have different roles, Lord Mang. Mining is a man's job. Look at our delicate hands—how could we possibly dig mines?"

"We'd get blisters."

"Besides, everyone has different talents. Not everyone is suited for mining. Even if we tried, our output would be far less than the men's."

"But..."

"We excel in other areas, you know."

The woman's finger slowly traced the contours of Chen Mang's chest, her eyes glistening with amorous intent, her words dripping with suggestive undertones. Her voice, soft and pliant, continued, "My sister and I work so hard, Lord Mang. Even Master Kun used to dote on us."

"..."

Chen Mang, who had been ready to explode, suddenly paused, his expression thoughtful. He turned to Old Pig. "There's truth in that. Even in ant colonies, there are worker ants and queens. Everyone should stick to their assigned roles."

"People are most efficient when they do what they're good at."

(End of the Chapter)

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