System: My Doomsday Train Chapter 988 371: Let's Call Him Chen Jiufa

"How to put this sensation into words..."

With a mix of feelings, Chen Mang gazed at Ji Chuchu's Past State incarnation and tutted, "Does it even account for virginity restoration?"

Words fail to capture the process.

All that can be said is:

The bodily delight pales compared to the electrifying thrill that chills straight to the soul.

An unparalleled, flawless sensation.

It sparked his intrigue toward the "Fox Charm Race", making him eager to witness this species in action someday, to see how their males and females engage in intimacy?

3v3?

Like a massive brawl.

Endless variations and setups possible.

For instance...

Male's Past State versus female's Future State.

Male's Future State versus female's Past State.

And the like.

Numerous arrangements await.

He sensed dimly that this aligned better with cosmic principles.

Among humans, couples usually share similar ages, sparking silent bedroom woes many face but few admit.

Youthful men, at peak vigor with rapid recovery, lack finesse, often irking their partners.

As years add wisdom, like a potent brew that hits hard upfront yet fades quick down the throat, women crave raw power over teasing.

Brute force trumps fancy techniques.

In such cases.

Pitting the man's Past State against the woman's Future State, then the man's Future State against her Past State—perfect harmony.

All four fulfilled.

Bliss for everyone.

The leftover Present States? If restless, they can assist the other pairs.

"Truly..."

Chen Mang reclined on his bed, surrounded by tender forms nestled in his embrace and at his feet, weary yet dreamy. Post-battle, his thoughts drifted wildly.

He quietly sparked a cigarette.

Savoring the serene calm of the instant.

Not quite.

This round proved overly fierce; one afterglow smoke falls short—I need a pair.

Light up another.

Chen Mang swiftly puffed through the first, then ignited a second in silence.

The glowing ember danced in the shadowy train car, syncing flawlessly with the room's hurried breaths.

Alas...

Alas, bedroom tales stay hushed.

Else, he'd dub himself Chen Jiufa.

One word: mighty.

Tech aided or not, the prowess shines, leaving him content.

...

Merely three months left before the "Star Arrow Race" heads home.

Before long—

A month flew by.

The "Holy Arrow" matter wrapped up ages ago, as 987 folks randomly gained the "Star Arrow Race" racial talent, letting him supply "Rough Civilization" with 987 Holy Arrow prospects instantly.

Yet...

He picked just one middle-aged guy to dispatch to Rough Civilization.

Prior, he wiped key human civilization memories from the man's head to block vital intel spills. Inevitably, some details would slip.

Such as humanity surging from doomsday's edge to level 6 civilization in a mere dozen years.

Flashy as hell.

Actually shorter—his timeline saw just years pass.

En route to "Good Cat Civilization", a black hole warped time: one train day equaled seven outer years.

No matter now.

He struggles to downplay his might; overwhelming power defies concealment.

Like a glowbug dimming in night—easy enough, but a supergiant star cloaking its blaze? Tough, inevitable shine.

By the way...

He fixed "Rough Civilization"'s virus plague too, courtesy of Cyan Mountain Civilization's toxin.

Ai teamed with "Qi Kexiu" for a counteragent, poison fighting poison.

The original toxin spread via lustful dreams, hiking "Chosen One" phase newborn Berserker odds to 99.9999%, Divine Archer at a pitiful 0.00001%.

Reality dipped even lower.

Just a ballpark.

To counter, they aimed to boost Divine Archer rates while slashing Berserker ones.

Sadly.

Divine Archer boost proved impossible, utterly intractable.

Thus...

They ditched antidote hunts and glory days dreams, dosing a fresh toxin that dropped Berserker odds to 0.00001% too.

In "Star Arrow Race", adults invariably become one of two Chosen Ones.

Berserker odds: 0.00001%.

Divine Archer odds: 0.00001%.

In essence.

Balanced 50-50 shot.

Ideal fix.

Though altered, execution and outcomes match the old days flawlessly.

...

"Impressive."

From his train compartment seat, Chen Mang eyed the "Rough Civilization" Elder Council—his solid handiwork—on the control screen, a faint grin forming.

His duties done.

Two months till Star Arrow Race's return.

Just bide time. Once gone, he claims all Rough Civilization's assets and lands.

Naturally.

Backup plans stayed ready.

He'd never heard of "Bloodline Wormhole" before; Rough elder claimed nothing passes through. What if deception?

Should they loot resources pre-exit.

He'd grab zilch, wasting toil—and endure mockery? Unbearable.

Luckily—

His ongoing watch confirmed Rough Civilization's honesty: no takings, all primed for his takeover.

Swifter than raiding.

Can't scoop every star system scrap—resources dot civilians. Nab iron scraps from thousands of homes one by one?

With Cyan Mountain Civilization, he seized bulk only.

Sparing planetary folk's bits.

But Rough Civilization's exodus hands him every scrap, effortless to gather.

"Should this Rough Civilization elder honor the deal, the Star Arrow Race might get humanity's friendship overture."

Chen Mang tutted.

Truth be told.

Straight-dealing allies unsettle him, weaned on schemes and betrayal.

When grand, no fibs—just direct.

...

"How goes it?"

Three-month timer nearly hit zero.

Chen Mang lounged in the Constant Star Train car, facing the "Rough Civilization" elder, grinning, "The antidote we cooked up spreads via sexual fantasies too, mirroring the poison."

"Full rollout needs time."

"Give it a few decades max, via new births and growth, and your Rough Civilization's virus vanishes."1

"Per agreement..."

"I can claim my spot in 'Rough Civilization' now, yeah?"

"Yes!"

The Rough Civilization elder drew a deep breath, nodding deliberately, eyes fixed on Chen Mang earnestly, "Best wishes—your civilization's mighty; I foresee you gracing the Divine-level Civilization arena someday."