If he had a Level 14 Armor, he'd feel much safer.
But for now, it was out of the question. There wasn't enough Iron Ore. Once the Train Expansion was complete, though, he planned to upgrade his Armor first.
Back in the green zones, everyone's Firepower Accessories were blue or yellow at best, capped at Levels 5 or 8. His Armor had been more than enough then. But now, in Crisis Valley, everyone had red-tier accessories, capable of reaching over Level 10.
It left him feeling utterly exposed.
The resource cost to upgrade those Firepower Accessories was far lower than what he needed for his defensive gear.
He glanced at his Iron Ore reserves—9.01 million units left. He wondered if he could find a Level 4 Iron Ore deposit tonight. The Cosmic Receiver had already begun producing Level 4 Iron Ore.
As for the newly manufactured ordinary Carriages, he had devoured them. The Level 100 Train Blade Fragnts they contained were all collected and stored in the Refrigerator inside the Train's control room.
They would serve as materials for the next "Ten Thousand Swords Launching Simultaneously."
This thing—
Forget its actual power—just the visual effect alone was badass. Most importantly, no other Train Conductor could pull it off. It was his signature move, unique to him!
As for the 1,200 Survivors—
With them onboard, the Train's population had surged to over 6,500.
Another explosive increase.
Truth be told, the Train no longer lacked miners. Not at all. As Iron Ore grades continued to rise, a single Mine wouldn't require many workers to yield substantial output.
At this point, the number of Mines determined how much Iron Ore the Train could acquire, not the number of Survivors.
But—
He still took them in. According to his long-term plan, he would need a lot of workers to maintain his future "Neon City."
Sa old rules.
Starve them in the Refrigerator for three days first. He'd deal with them after that.
For the Train, feeding an extra thousand mouths wasn't a huge burden. But for those below, it ant the promotion ladder had just gotten a lot narrower.
The early residents, numbered in the 1000s, had enjoyed rapid advancents. Wake up, mine, repeat—simple and satisfying. Their promotions ca fast.
For those numbered beyond 4000, though, it was a dog-eat-dog world.
There just weren't enough Mines to go around.
Good news: More downti.
Bad news: The promotion path seed to have vanished.
"Ti to sleep."
Chen Mang stretched, then stepped into the Refrigerator-turned-bathroom to wash up. Wrapped in a towel, he headed to bed, while the little one dozed off on a chair.
He hadn't slept in ages.
His body was reaching its limit.
Before drifting off, he left Xiao Ai with one last instruction:
"If you can't find Level 4 Iron Ore, Level 3 will do. We're definitely starting work at dawn."
"Understood."
anwhile, Lao Zhu arrived at Carriage No. 10, the "Entertainnt Carriage." He hesitated outside the brightly lit, bustling "Film and Television Base," where noise spilled out even at this hour. After a pause, he pushed the door open.
Even deep into the night—
They were still shooting movies inside.
Many people were dressed in suits and such, apparently they had started filming modern movies now.
"Train Conductor Zhu, you're here."
Zhang Yiren imdiately rushed over excitedly: "Your advice last ti helped
trendously. This ti I've made a movie with absolutely no adult content, focusing purely on the plot."
"It's about a rich second-generation heir who hits and kills soone with his car."
"But due to his powerful family connections, he successfully evades punishnt. At the final court hearing, his family hires him a lawyer with a 100% success rate."
"Then the victim's family mber pretends to be the lawyer and gets the male protagonist to confess all the criminal details."
"After the family mber leaves, the male protagonist hears the doorbell. When he opens the door, the person outside claims to be his real lawyer."
"The whole story is full of twists and turns with non-stop climaxes!"
"And it conveys how ordinary people can still rise up and fight back against the powerful elite, ultimately achieving victory and trampling those so-called powerful figures underfoot. The entire film is filled with positive thes of resistance, struggle, and defying authority!"
"..."
Lao Zhu spat into his own mouth expressionlessly before slapping Zhang Yiren on the forehead: "Resistance! Struggle! Defying authority! You really dare to film this shit!"
"Who exactly are you resisting? Who are you struggling against?"
"Should we have Lord Mang play the villainous male lead again?"
"This subject is so sensitive it could get you executed by firing squad right now!"
"Just focus on making movies properly, stop trying to add so grand ideological value."
"Lord Mang told
not to interfere too much with your creative ideas. Just make whatever you want, don't worry about my suggestions. Keep making those simple action flicks, just continue with that."
"This one absolutely won't do."
"You should know your limits."
"You're not a cat with nine lives, value your own life more."
Having said that.
Lao Zhu strode out of the "Film and Television Base
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