Armed Train in the Apocalypse

Chapter 21: Chapter 20: Perpetual Motion Core

Qi Xiaobai paused for a moment, then firmly said.

”I choose the second option!”

Su Huan’s lips curled into a satisfied smile. Master Eight, a fifteen-year-old disabled boy, surviving in the apocalypse and protecting a bunch of people, relied on more than just a benevolent heart.

”Remember, show mercy with thunderous methods!” Su Huan returned the evaluation others gave to Master Eight in his past life.

Qi Xiaobai was stunned, silently repeating this phrase in his mind, lost in thought.

Su Huan stood up, suppressing his smile, ”Tonight we’ll rotate on watch. Wan Xing, head to the front of the train, and by the way, tell Liang Kuan to slow down the train, and according to plan, switch from the Wen Shi Line to the Mojiang City Line. Keep an eye on water plants and zombie movements.”

Wan Xing glanced at Xiaoba, stood up, and left.

Su Huan turned to Yu Jing and her daughter, ”Xiaoba and I will take the first half of the night. When it’s time, I’ll call you.”

As the two were about to leave, Su Huan suddenly remembered and called out, ”Oh, bring me another chair.”

The mother and daughter then left.

Su Huan picked up two canned yellow peaches from the shelf and tossed one to Qi Xiaobai.

The boy instinctively wanted to refuse, but Su Huan directly opened the can and stuffed it into his hand.

”Eat some food, and your Pan-energy recovery rate will speed up.”

Qi Xiaobai paused, took the small fork, and slowly took a bite.

The tender and smooth texture made the boy’s eyes light up slightly, and he quickened his pace.

Su Huan secretly smiled. He had unintentionally learned that Xiaoba loved canned yellow peaches.

But in the post-apocalypse, resources were scarce, let alone such an exquisite canned fruit. Most had been shared with the children.

”There’s an order to eating canned yellow peaches. The first bite must be to taste the syrup...”

Su Huan patiently explained.

Soon, Yu Jing and her daughter brought a chair and also his sniper crossbow.

Su Huan lay on the chair, holding the sniper crossbow, listening to the rhythmic clunking sound in his ears, squinting his eyes.

The moving sound was much more reassuring than complete silence.

...

Of course, Su Huan was not entirely idle.

If the mind didn’t think about something in this state, he would fall asleep soon.

What he mainly thought about was his evolution direction.

Once the primary ability, Pan-energy Transformation, reaches Level 3, he could consider the profession.

Different skills combined, along with suitable gene potions or stimulation under special conditions, could lead the Evolver to form a profession.

At this point, the Evolver is also called a Tier One Professional.

Combat strength is almost on par with the Tier One Zombie locked outside the carriage.

Whether it’s higher or lower mainly depends on personal combat literacy.

Most Evolvers rely on Pan-energy, while zombies rely on mutated bodies, so some say zombies are another evolutionary path.

Regarding the evolution direction for Power Suppliers, Su Huan held several vital pieces of information.

Thus, he was entangled.

One was developed by Deep Blue Data, a Tier Five named ”Blazing Sun Patrol Angel,” inclined toward large-scale combat and energy bursts, considered a deterrence weapon for large factions.

However, he only had the evolution potion synthesis method for this direction from Tier One to Tier Three.

The last two tiers were locked by Deep Blue Data, inaccessible to outsiders.

There were also two other paths: one reaching Tier Two, ”Light Energy Explorer,” and another reaching Tier Three, ”Pill Furnace Guest.”

Because these were developed by different companies, there were significant differences in nomenclature.

They were functionally strong, but without developed subsequent professions, they were not options.

The only complete evolution route he had, from Tier One to Tier Five, was called ”Perpetual Motion Engine,” and according to that madman, once evolved to Tier Five, the Evolver themselves would become a perpetual motion engine with infinite Pan-energy.

This was researched by the Mechanical God Cult, and no one had verified it yet.

If it were developed by Deep Blue Data, Su Huan wouldn’t hesitate, he would just go for it.

But the Mechanical God Cult people, their danger is only surpassed by those who play with taboos.

A group of mentally ill people who firmly believe they aren’t sick is already dangerous; what’s more terrifying is they also engage in research!

Su Huan was entangled here as well.

The Tier One profession for the ”Perpetual Motion Engine” was ”Energy Storage Core,” and the conditions weren’t complicated. Level 3 Pan-energy Transformation + Level 3 High-energy Compression + Level 1 Energy Shaping, absorbing all the Pan-energy of a Tier One Zombie during evolution.

Of course, the latter condition isn’t absolute.

If he had Deep Blue Data’s bracelet, he could monitor the energy level. Once it reached ”10” units, he could evolve.

Currently unable to monitor accurately, Su Huan estimated his energy was insufficient.

Going by these conditions directly would work.

From the perspective of a Tier One ”Energy Storage Core,” this evolution path seemed quite reliable.

Maybe... give it a shot?

The knocking on the door interrupted Su Huan’s dangerous thought.

Looking up, Gao Zhe’s sullen face appeared through the gaps of the three locks on the door.

”Open the door.”

Su Huan stood up, leisurely saying.

”Click-click—clank!”

A series of mechanical sounds rang out.

Qi Xiaobai unlocked several locks, the door opened, and the entire contents of compartment six were exposed to Gao Zhe.

Seeing the plethora of resources in front of him, Gao Zhe’s face grew darker, as he tossed the Night Demon corpse he was holding onto the floor.

In a cold voice, he said, ”It’s already dead, from now on I don’t need a ticket to board the train.”

Su Huan looked at Gao Zhe’s severed left arm, then at the Night Demon on the floor with its head smashed into a blur, inhaling sharply.

Barehanded combat against a Tier One Zombie, what kind of iron-blooded war god is this?!

Quickly he grabbed a medical first aid kit from the shelf, walking forward, warmly smiling, ”Henceforth, the armed train will wholeheartedly serve Mr. Gao!”

The two were practically an arm’s length apart, but seeing the smile on his face made Gao Zhe feel at a loss for how to act.

Instinct told him that making a move on Su Huan now was a one-way street to death.

After taking a deep look at Su Huan, he picked up the medical kit from his hands.

Kneeling on one leg, he picked up a fifty-centimeter-long steel rod from the floor, limping back to the rear compartments.

The workers respectfully gave way.

Both Su Huan and Gao Zhe were not individuals they could afford to offend, but the former was more fear-inducing, while the latter helped them ward off terrifying zombies, hence earning greater respect.

As for the train that protected them from more zombies, that credit went to the train, what did it have to do with the man named Su?

Watching Gao Zhe’s figure gradually blend into the darkness, Su Huan’s eyes showed a hint of regret.

Singlehandedly beating a Tier One Night Demon with a short stick.

Such a fierce person wasn’t heard of in his past life; must have had bad luck, meeting an end in some corner.

”Close the door.”

The iron door shut, and the locks clicked shut layer by layer.

Su Huan felt like the antagonist, having backstabbed the hero and then sealed him away.

But there was no choice, reality was just that cruel.

In the short term, Su Huan couldn’t let him into the front compartments.

Incorporating such a fierce individual into the team, aside from everything else, even sleeping wouldn’t be peaceful for Su Huan.

Power Suppliers were too weak early on, before becoming high-level Evolvers, he could only rely on the train beneath his feet.

Liang Kuan, Wan Xing, Yu Jing, Yu Yue, they all might have their own values.

But the most important common point was that they posed no threat to Su Huan.

The only one was Qi Xiaobai, but Su Huan knew him inside out.

In the short term, this would be his standard for choosing team members.