What a coincidence?
Lu Xingyuan was somewhat surprised.
He hadn’t expected to actually arrive at a station Gu Wanqing had visited before.
“So?
Any danger?” “Yes!” Gu Wanqing quickly explained, “This is a station with magical power.
You’ll arrive in a forest, and at the end of the forest, there’s a castle.
Only by clearing out all the Mushroom Monsters surrounding the castle can you earn the qualification to be invited inside.” “Inside the castle is a group of little dwarves with differently colored noses.
They’re friendly creatures and won’t harm you.” “At that point, you’ll be drawn into a murder case.
As long as you help find the murderer, you’ll receive a Tier 3 Treasure Chest as a reward.” Holy shit, a Tier 3 Treasure Chest?!
Lu Xingyuan’s eyes immediately lit up.
Even a Tier 2 Treasure Chest had yielded so many good items—he couldn’t imagine what a Tier 3 Treasure Chest might contain.
“Got it?” “Got it.” Lu Xingyuan nodded, then asked again, “Did you get that Tier 3 Treasure Chest?” “No, I didn’t even clear out the Mushroom Monsters, so I never earned the qualification to be invited into the castle.” Lu Xingyuan stroked his chin.
Since she hadn’t even entered the castle, how did she know there would be a murder case and a Tier 3 Treasure Chest?
Wow, Sister Qing, I think you might have just exposed yourself.
The train arrived exactly at ten o’clock.
A Prismatic Orb dropped.
He picked it up.
20 sets of Simple Circuit Boards, plus 20 units of rubber.
Not bad.
With this, he could soon reach level three and unlock new Hextech.
Getting off the train, just as Gu Wanqing had said, this station was located within a forest.
Looking up, he could vaguely see the spires of a castle hidden at the forest’s edge.
Gripping his submachine gun, Lu Xingyuan strode deeper into the forest.
The environment here was pleasant—lush branches and leaves, verdant grass, fresh air, and occasional birdsong.
It was a far cry from the previous stations he’d encountered, which were dilapidated, lifeless, and filled with zombies.
He hadn’t ridden his electric bike because the forest paths were inconvenient, so it took him a full twenty minutes of walking before he saw the so-called magical castle.
It was a bluish-gray castle, not particularly grand.
The mottled walls were covered in vines, and some windows were even half-obscured by branches, making it look more like an abandoned old mansion.
An owl perched on a windowsill, preening the feathers on its chest.
Sensing Lu Xingyuan’s arrival, it didn’t fly away but instead tilted its head, curiously observing him.
“Damn, hidden so deep.” Lu Xingyuan wiped the sweat from his forehead.
The journey here hadn’t been easy.
But at least he’d found it.
Next up was clearing out the so-called Mushroom Monsters.
Lu Xingyuan scanned his surroundings and soon spotted traces of them.
Gray mushroom caps, pale white stems, supporting small bodies less than a foot tall.
Beneath the rim of each cap were two shiny black round eyes, rolling about curiously.
Their slender arms and legs were hung with all sorts of gear—rusty little daggers, crooked wooden swords, and toothpick spears longer than their own bodies.
As the newcomer approached, they shook their various weapons, trying their best to put on a fierce and menacing appearance.
“Is this it?” Lu Xingyuan almost laughed out loud.
Just how incompetent was Gu Wanqing that she couldn’t even handle such small trash?
But the next second, his expression changed.
The soil suddenly burst open without warning, and one after another, Mushroom Monsters emerged, densely packed, hundreds upon thousands, instantly turning the area before him into a gray sea!
What was even more terrifying was how well-trained they were.
“Form ranks!
Charge!” “Kill!!” They erupted with a momentum as fierce as a tiger devouring the land!
Alright then!
Lu Xingyuan swallowed hard and decided to take back what he had just said.
Rat-a-tat-tat!
The battle began.
The submachine gun continuously spat out blinding tongues of flame, its dense bullets sweeping over the charging Mushroom Monsters like a rainstorm.
Their bodies were far too fragile, possibly even weaker than Level 1 Zombies, but their sheer numbers made dealing with them quite troublesome for Lu Xingyuan!
Fortunately, he had unlimited ammunition.
After some effort, he managed to achieve a glorious record of zero losses for a thousand kills.
“Can these Mushroom Monsters be eaten?” Looking at their shattered corpses, Lu Xingyuan fell into deep thought.
Should he sell them at a high price to Sister Qing?
Forget it.
It’s better not to eat mushrooms recklessly—otherwise, you might end up seeing your own dog dancing.
The owl on the windowsill witnessed all of this, then spread its wings and flew away.
Not long after, the tightly shut castle doors opened.
A short figure walked out.
Just like the dwarves in fairy tales, he was less than half a person’s height, dressed in coarse cloth clothes, with a jangling bunch of copper keys hanging from his waist and a beard longer than his face.
Lu Xingyuan’s gaze swept over his face and finally settled on his white nose.
White, huh…
“Welcome, Train Master, from afar.
Thank you for helping clear the Mushroom Monsters around the castle.
This has undoubtedly brought great convenience to our travels.” “You’re welcome.” Lu Xingyuan waved his hand.
“Now, I sincerely invite you to visit Pyras Magic Castle.
I wonder if you would be willing.” “Of course.” Hurry up, I’m quite pressed for time.
I need to grab this Tier 3 Treasure Chest and get out of here.
Entering the castle’s interior, it was a different world altogether—not as dilapidated as it appeared from the outside.
A magnificent crystal chandelier hung down, illuminating the castle brightly.
The red carpet underfoot, made from some unknown beast’s hide, felt exceptionally soft to step on.
In the center stood a wooden round table, with goblets filled with red liquid.
And as Lu Xingyuan had hoped, he saw the other dwarves.
Some had pink noses, some had green noses, and there were also black noses, gray noses…
In terms of appearance, they looked almost identical, distinguishable only by the different colors of their noses.
At that moment, they were all gathered around a small room, completely unaware of Lu Xingyuan’s arrival.
“Good fellows, look who I’ve brought—this is a legendary great Train Master!” The white-nosed dwarf’s voice was shrill.
But still, no one turned around.
The white-nosed dwarf clenched his fists, forced a faint smile, and looked at Lu Xingyuan.
“Great Train Master, please excuse their rudeness.
They’re not usually this impolite.” With that, he hurried over toward them.
“What are you all doing!
Don’t you know we have an honored guest here!” Yet the only response was a series of terrified faces.
The white-nosed dwarf clearly sensed something was wrong and instinctively glanced into the room.
Inside the small chamber, a dwarf lay motionless in a pool of blood, his nose a vivid red, his wide eyes filled with deep horror.
“Ah—!” A scream soon echoed through the castle.
Behind him, Lu Xingyuan, who already knew how the story would unfold, remained expressionless.
So the plot begins this quickly?
That’s just fine.