CHAPTER 152: CHAPTER 116: "ISN’T IT JUST SPINNING? MAKING A FUSS OVER NOTHING!"_3

The man let out a long, helpless sigh. Since he had determined that the other party was the Fixed Star, he could roughly understand this behavior. After all, the other party had S-level potential, and it was completely understandable to have a bit of a temper, but...

So unwilling.

He was just a C-level potential Mechanical Train, which resulted in him missing out on many benefits.

The transition tasks of the "Flesh and Blood Train" were simply incomparable to those of the "Mechanical Train," not even on the same level. Even a B-level "Mechanical Train" transition task required a significant amount of Murphy Stones to complete. Back then, as a Level 3 Train, where could he possibly get Murphy Stones?

Luckily.

He gambled and won, ultimately completing the C-level transition task smoothly.

The C-level difficulty transition task for Mechanical Train was—

You need to transfer the Train Captain’s authority to any member on the train. If the other party transfers the Train Captain’s authority back to you within 24 hours, the task is considered completed.

At this moment—

A fierce and angry voice suddenly erupted inside the train, as a man, tied up with chains and covered in wounds, looked towards the middle-aged man sitting in front of the control panel, eyes filled with resentment, trembling as he cursed.

"May you die a miserable death, may your children be born without an anus, you must die, you won’t live past tomorrow!"

"I trusted you so much, transferred the Train Captain to you, and this is how you repay me!"

"How could you betray the trust I placed in you?"

"Huh?"

"Do you deserve my trust?"

"Sorry, and then what?" The middle-aged man at the control panel carelessly picked his ear and said, "When in the White Zone, I was also a Train Captain of a Level 3 Train, but I became enslaved due to an accident."

"Look, it just so happened that I met you then."

"I acted very loyal, and you trusted me a lot."

"I hid my past identity of being a Train Captain, stayed as your loyal second-in-command, looking to make the train develop better. And then, unsurprisingly, when you picked a transition task, you chose the C-level difficulty task and selected me."

"Now, the train is still developing well in my hands, isn’t it?"

"Besides, I didn’t kill you either."

"Anyway, wasn’t your wish always to make the train develop enough? So what’s the difference who the Train Captain is?"

"What do you say, Little Flower?"

Soon, the cold and unemotional mechanical electronic voice of the AI echoed inside the train.

"You are absolutely correct, my Train Captain."

"I will unconditionally execute any of your orders."

"You see."

The middle-aged man sitting at the control panel nodded with satisfaction, then crossed his legs and seriously looked towards the man chained in the corner, "I honestly think you shouldn’t hold a grudge against me, after all, I didn’t kill you. You know, in Doomsday, this is already a great mercy."

"I just want you to watch me, watch how the train develops even better in my hands."

"So?" The man in the corner suddenly sneered, "So are you planning to suck up to that Fixed Star, hoping he’d drop some good stuff for you?"

"Suck up?"

The middle-aged man spent a full minute to light the cigar in his hand, then with a serious face, shook his head, "No, no, no, I’m not the kind to kneel."

"I will wait for him here, when he leaves the swamp, that will be his death day."

"His mines, his slaves, his resources, including his woman."

"Will all be mine."

"I will inherit everything from him, making the train even greater!"

"Ha."

The battered man sitting in the corner let out a cold laugh, his eyes filled with venom as he stared at the middle-aged man, enunciating every word: "Then I curse you to die by his hand, I curse this train and both of us to become fragments in an explosion!"

"I curse the day he leaves the ruins to be your death day!"

"I curse that in your dying moments, you will urinate out of extreme fear!"

"Tsk."

The man at the control panel casually crossed his legs, played with the cigar in his hand, relishing the aroma wafting in the air, then opened his eyes, filled with an amused smile.

"Ah, you’re still so naive."

"If curses could kill people, you should’ve been invincible by now."