That night, no one slept more soundly than Ye Qiyan.
Countless people were kept awake by the train's rumble and the cold winds of the wasteland, leaving their physical and mental energy not only unrestored but even lower.
[10:27]
Awakening from his dreams.
Stretching his stiff body, Ye Qiyan glanced at the time and made a rough estimate.
"Yesterday, the first station's entry time was at 1 PM, so does that mean today's entry will also be at 1 PM? But how should I calculate this?"
He left the station an hour later than others, so would his entry time also be delayed?
Leaving the first carriage and returning to the front of the train, the temperature had dropped significantly.
His control system was already flooded with private messages.
There wasn't much time left until the second station, and the train broadcast had warned that the second station wasn't guaranteed to be safe. As the time approached, the value of firearms would only increase.
"Hmm?"
Lu Zhou: ["Can blueprints be used for trade?"]
The importance of blueprints was undeniable. Owning a blueprint was akin to having a lathe that could infinitely produce with just the input of materials.
No one was foolish; so far, even though firearms were tempting, no one was willing to trade blueprints with Ye Qiyan.
Lu Zhou was the first.
"What kind of blueprint is it?"
Curious, Ye Qiyan replied to him.
["Hello, may I ask what blueprint you want to trade?"]
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Lu Zhou sat dazed on the ground, and upon hearing the message alert from the control system, he immediately got up and ran over.
Seeing the message, he quickly responded:
["I'll send you a screenshot right away!"]
Soon, the information of a blueprint appeared before Ye Qiyan.
[Level 1 Train Seat Blueprint]
[Requirements: 5 kg of metal, 3 kg of wood, 3 kg of plastic, 1 kg of fiber]
A chair?
Ye Qiyan was a bit surprised.
This wasn't exactly valuable, at least not something anyone would spend resources on right now.
But regardless, it was still a blueprint, something that could be manufactured repeatedly.
If he had to say, in the world he once lived in, guns and bullets were certainly more precious. But to him, a low-grade firearm that could depreciate at any time and a blueprint that could continuously produce had a shrinking value gap.
At least in Ye Qiyan's eyes, it was so.
The price of guns and bullets was set by him.
Selling to Li Xiaosheng could be 150 kilograms of metal, selling to Lu Zhou could be a chair blueprint.
Ultimately, the price of this trade was never fixed.
It depended on whether he needed what others offered.
Ye Qiyan was somewhat tempted. With a chair, he wouldn't have to sit on the ground and could rest better.
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Upon seeing the response, Lu Zhou's sweat-drenched face instantly lit up with joy.
["Ten bullets are fine! Thank you! Thank you! I'll send it over right away!"]
["You have no idea how important this gun is to me! Without it, I'll definitely die at the next station! Definitely, definitely!"]
Hmm?
Reading Lu Zhou's words, Ye Qiyan sensed something unusual.
Definitely die?
Though the second station wasn't guaranteed to be safe.
But it shouldn't be a certainty of death, right?
Why did this Lu Zhou have such a judgment?
Talent?
Looking at the trade prompt from the other side, Ye Qiyan chose not to refuse.
As before, he didn't care what secrets others were hiding.
Everyone had secrets.
With the trade completed, Ye Qiyan took the blueprint to the processing bench and manufactured it.
A black chair appeared before him, and sitting on it gave Ye Qiyan a sense of returning to civilized society.
"I never thought a chair could be so important."
Shaking his head, he continued his arms business.
Until the train was about to enter the second station, with an hour left on the countdown, Ye Qiyan successfully sold fifteen rifles and 300 bullets.
The rest, he decided not to sell, given the second station's lack of safety.
[Stamina: 98] [Mental Energy: 100]
Seeing his stamina and mental energy nearly fully restored, Ye Qiyan picked up a Basic Marksman Rifle and held it in his hands.
"Sublimation."
The familiar feeling of weakness, but compared to the Colt pistol before, this rifle didn't consume much stamina.
[Stamina: 85]
"Thirteen points consumed? And the potential is exhausted, can't continue to sublimate."
Ye Qiyan wasn't disappointed. Looking at the rifle in his hands, now adorned with a layer of gilded color, he opened the train system's introduction.
[Refined Marksman Rifle] (Level 2)
Basic had become refined.
But the power of the bullets fired had more than doubled.
Of course, compared to the sublimated Blacklight Enchanted Pistol, it was still lacking.
"This should do."
The countdown to the second station continued to decrease.
The atmosphere in the chat room grew increasingly tense.
There were far fewer people talking than before.
Ye Qiyan quietly waited, organizing his equipment.
In the last thirty minutes before entering the station.
A familiar light screen appeared before him.
[Platform One: Goblin Camp (Level 2 Hunting Platform)]
[Platform Two: Baisen Forest (Level 3 Collection Platform)]
"Different?"
Compared to the first time it appeared, his exclusive module had more information.
Platform levels, and special suffixes.
"Hunting and collecting? Level 2 and Level 3, is it because I upgraded the train that higher-level platforms appeared? And it seems the platforms the train reaches have a level difference. Was the previous armory also Level 2?"
"No, it should still be Level 1, given that its products were all Level 1."
Ye Qiyan shook his head, thought for a moment, and chose [Baisen Forest] as his next platform.
"Collection platform, judging by the name, shouldn't be too dangerous."
[Platform selection complete]
[Please sit tight, the train will soon arrive at the second station...]
[Baisen Forest]
Five minutes passed in a flash.
As before, spatial fluctuations engulfed the train.
Gray-white light enveloped this world.
Looking out the window, a gray-white forest came into view.
[Current Platform: Baisen Forest]
[Docking countdown: 3:59:59]
[Good luck]
[This station: Low danger]
"Entry time is still the same, low danger..."
Taking a deep breath, Ye Qiyan placed the pistol at his waist, slung the rifle over his back, and carried a backpack filled with food and mineral water. Standing at the train door, he pressed the open button.
The moment he stepped out of the train, the entire world seemed to plunge into a deathly silence.
Ye Qiyan surveyed his surroundings; all the trees in this world had gray-white trunks and leaves.
For someone more timid, coming here might have already sapped their courage to venture further.
Because it was too quiet.
Quiet enough to hear a heartbeat.
Coupled with the final appearance of the words [Low danger], it was clear this place wouldn't be like the armory, where he could take what he wanted.
But Ye Qiyan didn't regret his choice; in fact, he was mentally prepared when he chose this platform.
Come to think of it, this danger warning might not be visible to everyone. He had been lurking in the chat room all day and hadn't seen anyone mention it.
Those who had run out of things to say couldn't possibly forget such a matter.
So, was this also a capability of the Fork of Fate?
Ye Qiyan collected his thoughts and looked up at the deep white forest ahead.
"A collection platform, but I can't see what can be collected here. Could it just be simple wood? That wouldn't be much different from an ordinary forest."
"Is there a path?"