Chapter 745 - 430: Sixteen Segments of Life_2

Then there was a shopkeeper who opened a tobacco and liquor store, making a fortune off these items and food in the apocalypse. However, he was hunted down by a pack of blood hounds.

One scoundrel who committed arson, murder, and pillaging lived the longest. Su Huan even used his perspective to see the still young banyan tree.

At this moment, Su Huan began to vaguely understand.

The polyhedral shape should be made from the souls collected by the banyan tree from deceased individuals.

But he quickly revised this conclusion.

Not just human souls, but zombie souls, and even a pig’s.

Su Huan was caught in this endless cycle of memories, being human, being a pig, and even being a dog.

Whether it was a life of happiness or the miserable life of a pig, everyone could not escape post-apocalyptic death.

Everyone’s trajectory was changed.

Su Huan experienced sixteen life fragments before slowly waking up, and the polyhedron he consumed happened to have sixteen faces.

Lying on the bed in a daze for a moment, even with his willpower, he felt a bit exhausted after going through sixteen lifetimes, but he didn’t lose sense of who he was.

The chaotic memories were quickly organized and absorbed.

He could feel his will becoming stronger, but this attribute was hard to quantify. If he weren’t a Tier Four Evolver sensitive to changes, he might not have noticed.

Su Huan went downstairs, walked to the table, and looked at the more than a hundred polyhedral shapes, and began labeling them.

"Tier One mutated banyan tree produces crystals that carry souls, slightly increasing willpower, spirit resistance, but with the side effect of memory confusion, not recommended for consumption."

After hesitating a bit, Su Huan added a few notes, "Texture is soft and bouncy, slightly sweet."

Actually, it’s usable even if not consumed, but he’s gotten somewhat used to it.

After finishing, he pressed the bell, and Su Han, wearing a shrunken-down crew uniform, walked in respectfully saying, "Father."

Su Huan tossed the materials to her, "Store them, and also call a meeting with the researchers about establishing a secure passage in the Plant Zone."

"Okay, is there anything else?"

"Have the mongooses returned?"

"They have returned and are cutting materials below."

Just as the words were spoken, the train’s broadcast announced its descent.

Su Huan glanced at the flames outside the train window, and said lightly, "Mm, go ahead."

...

Beneath the Armed Train, Lin Jin took a deep breath as dark red lines emerged from behind his ears, quickly streaming across his cheeks, landing on his shoulders; the air around him quivered, twisting inexplicably, as the bright red flames turned blazingly white after attaching themselves to the Rule of Destruction.

It spread out in ripples, like on water.

Whether it was the thick vines, moisture-rich flowers, or cold fog, they all emitted panicked "howls" like startled wild dogs before the approaching flames. But those that could run had already run, and the plants with roots too deep could only squirm and be consumed by the flames.

Then, they turned into a heap of black charcoal.

Under the rules’ flames, the strong life force of mutated plants was insignificant.

As for Lin Jin, his face also flushed red, and his life force became even more vigorous.

Lasers emitted from the train severed the burning giant trees and flaming vines nearby. Sap sprayed, and the giants tilted and fell.

Evolutionary manipulators overturned the earth, letting flames spread below, scorching the plant roots.

Even if covered, the flames continued burning in the soil, charring the ground.

In just a moment, a large rectangular area was cleared. As the train’s Energy Storage Core stopped working, the patterns on the train’s body gradually dimmed, and the train slowly landed on the ground.

Fully armed soldiers stepped out from the train, and included the mongoose squad within their protection.

Once inside the train, only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

Though the recent battle wasn’t intense, in such an environment, every moment was tense. Whether they were killed on the spot by mutated plants or Evolution Beasts or returned alive, they would still face consequences.

Before many breaths could be caught, He Jie came striding quickly with a sullen face.

Everyone immediately stood straight, saluted with a punch to the shoulders, not daring to make a sound.

Even the mongoose was standing alert, ears pointed forward.

He Jie gave them just a glance, called for a rest, and hurried to the dining car meeting room.

The isolation carriage was instantly filled with sounds of exhalation.

The Bomb, still with lingering fear, wiped the scabs on his face, "Thought we’d be taken in for promotion again."

The Big Goose, rarely disagreeing, nodded, "Getting promoted is one thing, but being thrown back into boot camp like Brother Liu, that’s painful..."

"Damn it!"

The two were kicked flying by Liu Zi, who had black lines on his face, eliciting a round of laughter.

Xiao Hong shook his head helplessly, disassembling his sniper rifle, inspecting it carefully — any oversight could be fatal.

"Ah Hong, water."

Guo Susu, feigning magnanimity, handed her just-drunk-from water bottle to him.

Xiao Hong, unbothered, took a small sip after accepting it.

On the other side, the mongoose finally pulled out its tail, threading it through a specially designed opening to hang behind, shaking it and finding comfort before putting on the battle gear.

In combat, to not affect the gear’s tightness, she usually wraps her tail once around her belly and winds the excess around her waist.

Although uncomfortable and affects balance, it’s better than inexplicably being poisoned.

After tidying up her gear, and placing the assorted collected materials in a big box, Liu Zi and another officer also placed their materials inside. The mongoose then carried the box through layers of decontamination space, placing her hand on the wall’s Fungus Carpet belt for three seconds before entering the inner compartment.

(Diagram showcasing the layout of the Armed Train’s fourth stage modification)

After the fourth stage modification, each train compartment now had a ten-centimeter-long Fungus Carpet belt; all who entered from outside, regardless of how much they were decontaminated, must touch it before entering.

Entering the pre-battle preparation room, the mongoose couldn’t help sneering as her gaze instinctively locked onto Tan Yunxi among the researchers.

The latter, aware of the mongoose’s gaze, turned and frowned, lowering eyebrows, slightly lifting the corner of the eyes, raising her exquisite nose, "So easily caught by the diversion strategy, truly a bear... oh, not you."

The tone was outright provocative.

Everyone’s eyes shifted subtly between the two, especially focusing on their beastification features, displaying slightly peculiar expressions.

All high-levels were in meetings, so Wan Xing had no choice but to step out, take the materials box from the mongoose, and through the box’s observation window saw a wealth of assorted materials, then earnestly said, "Thanks for the hard work."

"Just the duty," the mongoose smiled.

With a side-eye at Tan Yunxi, she turned away dismissively.

The latter’s movements were almost synchronized.

Both simultaneously snorted coldly.

"Dumb dog."

"Dumb cat."

Seeing these two’s attitude, Wan Xing suddenly found it... quite fascinating.

Perhaps she should write a novel about cats and dogs?

Wow, I’m such a genius at eating grain!

While indulging in her thoughts and holding the sample box, she suddenly noticed Li Han, Huang Sea, and numerous lab assistants eagerly watching the box in her hands.

"Don’t rush, one by one," Wan Xing said, "I need to process the samples first; if fast enough, you’ll have them tonight."

All materials brought in from outside must pass through her, partly because she’s a Gatherer, capable of extracting the most materials, and partly to inspect for hidden dangers.

Wan Xing had just left when Tan Yunxi dashed out of the pre-battle preparation room in a panic.

Her delicate face was drained of color, feeling the vile wind rushing toward her chest, she fought back tears from bursting out, and lunged forward, sprinting rapidly on all fours.

"Let’s see where you can run to!"

The mongoose, standing behind, swirling clothes in hand, laughed wickedly.

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