Apocalypse: I Build A Doomsday Train Chapter 1184 - 457: Dark Energy Eruption

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Previously on Apocalypse: I Build A Doomsday Train...
Lin Xian chose to go with the flow, trusting the Jingyuan Vortex Channel as an underwater highway after deciding against a risky ascent. Exhausted, he intended to rest, but Shi Zhi insisted on constantly healing him, sensing a spiritual issue. Chen Sixuan urged him to comply. As Lin Xian rested in his cabin, Shi Zhi continued her healing, finding comfort in the belief that their train, Silent City, was a home that could withstand any danger. Lin Xian reflected on Mochizuki Masashi's inspiring vision of a fortress-like train and considered his own Mechanical Superpower's potential direction.

Lin Xian's eyes closed, weariness washing over him in waves. Compared to when he first departed Jiang City, fleeing the zombie apocalypse aboard the Infinite Train, his mind now felt heavy with fatigue.

From the colossal floating corpse and the enigmatic Heavenly Mushroom Tower to the unsettling human mutations and the encroaching darkness, a multitude of strange phenomena had unfolded.

To this day, humanity remained largely unaware of the true nature of the enemy they confronted.

On Apocalypse Day, faced with the relentless tide of zombies, invasive mutations, the dark tide, the Extreme Night, and mutant bodies, coupled with the gradual expansion of the Star Abyss, the S-Class consciousness, and the cryptic symbols adorning the solar wings of the South Heavenly Gate, Lin Xian had once believed that humanity would eventually unravel the mysteries of the darkness through their ongoing escape and battles.

It felt as if they were uncovering veiled truths, like the Dark Mark, Cold Dark Particles, Dark Energy Synchronization, and the Fungal Brain Machine...

Yet, just as humanity seemed on the cusp of piercing the terrifying veil of the unknown, each ensuing dark night brought only continued desperation.

This latest encounter, however, with the dimensional entity known as the Black Hole of Silver Dragon Ten Thousand Mistakes, deeply unsettled Lin Xian. Witnessing the complex tapestry of dimensional timelines had profoundly shaken his worldview and eroded his optimism.

He began to grasp that destruction might not be an absolute end but merely a manifestation of an event within higher dimensions. While this thought was daunting and perhaps required further contemplation, it sent a chill down his spine.

If time itself were an entity, did the countdown appearing in his vision signify that he was already on a predetermined path, with all his current actions and efforts inevitably leading to that specific outcome?

Lin Xian recoiled from the thought, yet he had, just moments ago, managed to alter his team's perilous fate.

"Should I discuss the Silver Dragon Ten Thousand Mistakes and that countdown with Director Ding...?"

After a brief moment of consideration, Lin Xian dismissed the idea. Perhaps after a night's rest, he could attempt to connect with Chu Yan and the Phoenix Society in the morning.

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Thump, thump~

The muted sound of water pressure against his ears gave Lin Xian the sensation of being submerged in a boiling pot. The oxygenator and air system imbued the carriage with a fresh yet faintly metallic aroma. While this might suggest the train was traversing open plains at high speed, Lin Xian suspected the Infinite Train was, in reality, still lurking thousands of meters beneath the Pacific Ocean, a spectral wanderer in the depths.

Opening his eyes, the dim light of the bedroom, illuminated solely by the faint indicator lights of the onboard instruments, greeted him. Lin Xian lay still on the bed, the usual clatter of wheels on tracks conspicuously absent. The train's motion was so smooth it felt akin to drifting on clouds. Were it not for the persistent sound of water pressure from the abyss below, he might have believed he had simply awakened in his home bedroom in the dead of night.

Silence, coolness, comfort – provided he didn't dwell on the abyssal depths beneath the carriage, the environment was surprisingly pleasant.

Beep, beep.

The alarm from his watch chimed, immediately causing Lin Xian to furrow his brow as he raised his hand to check the time.

8:00

He had slept for nearly nine hours!

"Damn it..."

He had overslept!

Lin Xian hastily sat up, intending to get out of bed, only to find someone lying on him. Surprised, he gestured, and as the light flicked on, he saw it was Shi Zhi. The young girl had collapsed from exhaustion without her Power Armor, her small body resting on Lin Xian's stomach. One finger was extended, maintaining the posture of activating her superpower.

"This little girl, did she use her superpower all night?" Lin Xian's eyes widened slightly. He gently touched Shi Zhi's forehead, finding her fast asleep, her face slightly warm, faint sleep-induced marks pressed into her cheeks.

Seeing this, Lin Xian let out a soft sigh, "No wonder I slept so soundly."[Rest assured, the plan you gave me has been carried out flawlessly, and everything is proceeding normally at this moment.] Viola turned her gaze toward Lin Xian, her voice steady as she reported, [Our reconnaissance flotilla entered the current spreading zone southwest of Queensland Island approximately 5 hours and 32 minutes ago. The average depth in this region is 3300 meters. Following thorough analysis and exploration, Miss Chen Sixuan concurred with my suggestion to proceed cautiously at a reduced speed towards the Republican Islands. For security reasons, I have calibrated the navigation group's cruising velocity to 15 knots, maintaining a depth of 1500 meters. This altitude is ample for deploying unmanned deep-sea probes in observation mode for protection.] Lin Xian responded, "So, we've been making our way towards the Republican Islands for the past five hours?" [Correct. Once we exited the hazardous zone, the individuals within the train commenced their gradual recovery. The ordeal of escaping the Island likely depleted their reserves significantly, which is why the majority of the passengers have succumbed to a profound slumber. I interpret this as a natural protective mechanism and evolutionary response. Consequently, I have moderated the train's internal illumination to facilitate a peaceful rest until daybreak.]