“We have a second task,” Yan Zhichun replied. “Compared to us, yours is quite simple.”
“Simple…?”
Dr. Zhao pondered for a moment. Whatever they were asking him to destroy, it did seem straightforward.
“You’re right…” He nodded. “As long as it’s an ‘object’… then it shouldn’t be a problem. And if there’s any danger, Brother Han Yimo can protect me.”
“Protect you?” Yan Zhichun raised an eyebrow. “No need. You’ll have a large number of people protecting you—each one stronger than ‘Disaster.'”
“Wait…” Han Yimo frowned. “What exactly do you mean? Are you sending me or not?”
“Of course we are,” Yan Zhichun said with a smile. “After all, it’s the person I trust most who asked for you. Even if you’re ‘Disaster,’ there must be a reason for your existence.”
“Still feels weird…” Han Yimo sighed. “Whatever… You’ll come get us tomorrow, right?”
“I’ll fetch you,” Jiang Ruoxue said. “Rest easy tonight.”
After seeing off these two “freelancers” from the “Extremists,” Yan Zhichun lowered her head expressionlessly. Today had been overwhelming.
Though the final moment was near, countless unknowns still swirled in her mind.
Why had Bai Yang orchestrated such a grand scheme?
What would happen after the giant clock was destroyed? Would everyone truly board the “Train”?
The very concept of the “Train” was surreal—formless yet as deep as an endless corridor.
It would open countless doors in the “Land of Finality,” yet no one could ever see where the “Train” actually was.
And this eerie thing allowed people to come and go freely.
Yan Zhichun’s only concern now was whether the “Train” might be too vast.
Based on what she knew, since it resembled a corridor lined with wooden doors and rooms, its length could exceed imagination.
According to Bai Yang, not only would “Participants” emerge from the “Train” on the first day of each cycle, but all “Zodiacs” also resided there.
With roughly ten thousand “Participants” in the city, assuming nine people per room, they’d need at least 1,100 rooms.
No real train could ever be that massive. If every city had ten thousand people, five cities would require over 5,500 rooms.
Even more terrifying—each room had three “Interview Zodiacs.” Even if they died every time and didn’t need lodging, their numbers alone reached a staggering 16,000.
Add to that nearly a thousand “Human-level Zodiacs” hosting games, dozens of “Earth-level Zodiacs,” over a dozen “Heaven-level,” and four “Divine Beasts.”
Would the “Train” really have around 6,000 rooms?
Assuming rooms lined both sides, each 3-4 meters in diameter, the train’s length would span roughly 3,000 rooms—at least 9 kilometers, possibly up to 12.
A behemoth over 9 kilometers long, perpetually hovering or stationary in the “Land of Finality,” yet unseen by anyone.
So… how did the “Train” work? Where was it parked?
“I almost forgot… it’s also holding countless ‘Ants’ captive…” Yan Zhichun thought.
Her expression darkened.
She’d once believed the “Extremists” were already a vast, well-established organization.
But even with hundreds of fiercely loyal, capable members—all miraculously surviving to storm the “Train”—they’d still face an army.
They’d have to navigate a narrow, 9-kilometer-long corridor, avoiding countless enemies, regrouping swiftly, and finally locating the “Black Sheep.” It seemed impossible.
“Brother Sheep…” Yan Zhichun whispered inwardly. “You’d better have paved the way for us… There’s no turning back now.”
At that moment, Zheng Yingxiong twitched his nose, sensing something, and turned to look at her.
Though Jiang Ruoxue couldn’t read Yan Zhichun’s thoughts, her grim expression spoke volumes. “Zhichun… won’t you be there tomorrow?” she asked softly.
“I can’t join the first task,” Yan Zhichun said. “Qi Xia wants me to accompany him in ‘Earth Dragon’s’ game.”
“Is that necessary…?” Jiang Ruoxue frowned. “He has plenty of skilled allies. Why specifically you?”
“Hard to say.” Yan Zhichun shook her head. “But even if he hadn’t asked, I’d have wanted to join him.”
“Why?”
“First, in all this time, I’ve never truly been his ‘comrade.’ This might be my only—and last—chance.” Yan Zhichun’s voice was firm. “Only by fighting alongside him can I fully trust him.”
“Alright…” Jiang Ruoxue understood her obsession. For so long, Yan Zhichun had seen herself as nothing more than a loyal dog. Now, she craved even a single battle alongside Bai Yang.
Even if just in a game, it would make her his “comrade.”
“Second… I need to know if Qi Xia is truly at his peak,” Yan Zhichun continued. “He wants us to act tomorrow morning, but I disagree…”
“Disagree…?”
“I’m moving the plan to the afternoon,” she declared. “After I finish ‘Earth Dragon’s’ game. You and Zhou Mo will spend the morning assembling the team—but no action until my signal.”
Yan Zhichun had her reasons. According to Bai Yang, after destroying the clock and screens, they’d need to hide before infiltrating the “Train” from eight locations.
If they struck too early, it would alert the higher-ups, forcing them into a day-long chase with high casualties. Acting in the late afternoon or evening meant they could immediately head to the eight “Zodiac” spots—seamlessly linking both plans.
But this hinged entirely on Qi Xia’s ability to handle what came next.
Jiang Ruoxue’s brow furrowed. “Zhichun… at this critical moment, you’re delaying the plan? Won’t that contradict ‘his’ arrangements…?”
“A general in the field isn’t bound by orders,” Yan Zhichun said coldly. “I have no choice. Qi Xia’s state is off… If I can’t confirm he’s capable of leading, I’ll prioritize saving the ‘Extremists.’ Otherwise, we’re just moths to a flame.”
After a long silence, Jiang Ruoxue nodded. “Alright…”
“Don’t stay here tonight either,” Yan Zhichun added. “Find Zhou Liu. Tell her it’s time. Tomorrow, you two act together. All orders will go through her.”
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