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Chapter 261 Hell West Road Station, Arrived
Chapter 261 Hell West Road Station, Arrived
The driver's cab was empty, except for a huge control panel with all sorts of incomprehensible buttons, screens and instruments.
Fortunately, each button on the control panel had a note, and the text used did not have any special power. Through the "Language Proficiency" spell, Mordi could easily understand their meaning.
In front of the control panel is the train's windshield, through which you can see the view in front of the train—a vast emptiness.
The entire train to the underworld travels through the void, with no tracks beneath it and darkness all around. Gazing at it is like gazing into an abyss.
"A vehicle that can travel in the void, this train is something else."
Modi looked at the various indicators on the screen with great interest.
Although he also possesses the technology to traverse void dimensions, it relies on teleportation arrays that require coordinates to execute, and he does not yet have a vehicle that can truly move in the void.
If he could acquire the technology of this train, perhaps he could have his alchemists learn and improve it, thus obtaining the vehicle he needed.
"This train doesn't seem to rely on conventional energy," Su Youli said, glancing at the instruments on the control panel with surprise. "91% of the Void Energy remains... What is Void Energy?"
"I don't know," Modi shrugged, offering a convincing answer. "I don't even know where this train's destination is, so how would I know this?"
Changing the subject, he added, "However, this should be a relatively advanced energy source, and judging from the name, it should be related to the void. Could it be energy extracted from the void?"
He noticed a line of text on the screen, which showed the estimated time to reach the final destination.
This timeframe is undoubtedly a time of despair for ordinary chosen ones... a full five hundred years, meaning the Yellow Springs Train will have to travel for another five hundred years or so before reaching its final destination.
When Mo Di shared this discovery, everyone behind him couldn't help but gasp, even Su Youli frowned.
Let alone five hundred years, even two or three hundred years would be enough for the three chosen ones to turn into skeletons. After all, they are not immortal beings, nor are they high-ranking chosen ones with strong abilities, so their lifespans are not that long.
Modi and Su Youli were able to get through it, but the time was not short for them, and it would be a waste to spend the whole time on the train.
"That's not right. Someone on the forum calculated based on the number of sightings that the Yellow Springs Train stops at an abandoned station around the world on average every month. In other words, it only takes about a month to make a round trip."
The female office worker's expression wasn't good, but she still held onto a sliver of hope, thinking, "How could it possibly take five hundred years to reach its final destination?"
"Clearly, there are differences in the flow of time between different realms... that is, between the instance and Xuanxing, and between different instances. This is a very common phenomenon."
Modi shrugged and advised her to quickly abandon her fantasies and face reality.
"Does that mean that if we can't find any other way to escape, we'll have to stay in the car for hundreds of years before we can return to reality?" the boy muttered to himself.
The burly man's expression was equally grim. He thought of the door from before. If it weren't for the man and woman, the three of them could have escaped by killing each other and sacrificing one of them.
The strong man was confident in fighting the other two, but if his opponent was one of God's chosen ones... he had no choice but to abandon the idea and bury his resentment deep in his heart.
None of the three looked well, but Su Youli remained calm. She gazed at the composed Mo Di, as if she knew what he was thinking.
"You should have a way to speed up the train, right?" she asked telepathically.
Nodding slowly, Modi didn't hide anything from the three of them and said directly, "There's no need to be so pessimistic. Although the train's direction of travel cannot be changed, I never said that the time cannot be shortened."
"You mean you have a way to speed up the train?" The boy's face lit up with joy.
"That's right. According to the data displayed on the control panel, the train's speed is far from its peak. In other words, its speed still has a lot of room to increase."
Modi conservatively estimates that once the train speed is increased to its maximum, the time of five hundred years can be shortened to a few decades.
If he were to add his own capabilities to the train, he could probably increase its speed and further reduce the travel time.
As he spoke, his tone shifted, and he chuckled, "Have you noticed that passengers on trains actually don't die of old age?"
"Passengers may be killed, but once they board the train, their lifespan will not end... Even if you do nothing, you will still reach the final destination alive."
For him, the passing of lifespan was also a quantifiable metric, and he immediately sensed the abnormality in this regard after getting on the bus.
Inside the Yellow Springs Train, there exists a certain rule that infinitely slows down the passage of life, making it almost indistinguishable from stopping it.
That being said, time itself is a poison during the train's journey, and those who are lucky enough to escape being killed by the monster may eventually lose their minds due to the long passage of time.
In this situation, it's hard to say what changes might occur among passengers.
"I think we won't survive more than a few hundred years," the female office worker said helplessly. "So, I can only ask you, sir, to take control of the train and shorten the journey as much as possible."
Modi didn't say anything, and turned to operate the control panel.
"Increasing the speed to maximum will lead to a dramatic increase in Void Energy consumption and may increase the risk of Void gliding?"
Seeing the line of text that appeared on the screen, Modi decisively chose to ignore the risks and attached layers of protective shields to the front of the train.
Reinforcement, penetration, shock absorption, speed increase... various witch factors were activated one after another, turning the entire train into a rampaging behemoth.
Even if the person in front of you is a low-level immortal, they would probably be sent to another world by the Yellow Springs Train, which is traveling at full speed and has countless layers of buffs.
With the engines roaring and the consumption of void energy increasing dramatically, the Yellow Springs Train burst forth at a speed far exceeding anything it had ever achieved before.
As the speed increased, the time displayed on the screen also changed rapidly, decreasing from five hundred years to just over ten years.
Based on the rate at which Void Energy is consumed, it should be sufficient if you're only traveling one way.
The Yellow Springs Train itself has the function of extracting energy from the void, which is clearly shown on the screen. However, at the current speed, the void energy is already in short supply.
Perhaps the terminal station has facilities for replenishing energy, or perhaps it doesn't; these are not things that Mordy cares about. He only cares whether the terminal station has the intelligence he needs.
"Alright, if nothing unexpected happens, we only need to wait fifteen years to reach the final destination. At that time, you can also try to find a way to leave from there."
Modi turned to the trio and said that he could wait a mere fifteen years.
Even if they didn't want to endure this time on the train, he and Su Youli could synchronize their senses with their original bodies and adjust their perception of time to be the same as their original bodies.
Because time flows faster on the train than on the stars, and they use the time perception of the stars to synchronize with their own senses, they may feel that not much time has passed, but the train has been traveling for many years.
"Fifteen years... While it's much better than five hundred years, it's still not a small amount."
The burly man sighed. The longest instance he had ever experienced was only three years, and that instance was much larger than the Yellow Springs Train.
Confined to the small carriage, he was genuinely afraid of getting sick from the confinement. Fortunately, he wasn't the only one suffering.
The boy and the female office worker exchanged a glance, both seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes.
"Fifteen years...tsk, it seems I can only pass the time with meditation. One meditation session lasts a month, so fifteen years is only one hundred and eighty meditation sessions. I'll just consider it an improvement in my spiritual realm."
The boy smiled bitterly, trying to console himself.
"There's no need to be so pessimistic. Actually, I have a method that can blur your perception of time, so that you only need to take a nap and the train will arrive at the station," Modi suddenly said.
Is there another way to do this?
The three became wary, instinctively assuming the worst of his intentions.
After all, they didn't know if they would be attacked while they were "taking a nap".
Even if we take a step back, this train isn't safe either. There are likely many monsters hiding in the back carriages. It wouldn't be good if a monster suddenly attacked while you were sleeping.
Seeing that none of the three responded immediately, Modi guessed their concerns, but did not try to persuade them.
After all, there's plenty of time. In fifteen years, they'll change their minds, and he'll be able to get what he's interested in.
With the driver's cab issue resolved, Modi didn't immediately synchronize his senses. Instead, he went back and cleaned up the back compartment.
The Yellow Springs Train had been traveling for an unknown period of time. Except for carriage number seven, almost every carriage contained monsters, including many large chimeras of flesh and blood.
It's easy to imagine how many people died on that train.
After he cleaned the carriage, the three chosen ones' thoughts began to change. After six months of doing almost nothing, they went to see Mordy together.
At this moment, Mordy sensed someone approaching, automatically severed the synchronization link, and resynchronized his sense of time with the train.
"What do you need me for?"
He shook his head, feeling only momentarily dazed, before the three of them came looking for him.
The three looked at each other, and then pushed the boy out again.
"We need that method."
The boy looked tired; even after meditating for several days, he couldn't relieve his mental burden.
He always felt that the train possessed some kind of power that was eroding his wisdom and reason, and if his guess was correct, he probably wouldn't last more than fifteen years.
In order to survive, he still sought out Modi, willing to risk everything for it.
"What can you offer in return?" Mordy maintained his smile; he had anticipated this situation.
"You probably don't want our items, and our skills and talents are not transferable. The only thing you're interested in is the extraordinary legacy of the power behind us."
Modi neither agreed nor disagreed with the boy's words.
He was already interested in the three people, especially the Paiguang Council behind the boy.
He still remembers the familiar feeling the boy had when he made his move, which aroused his curiosity and a desire to investigate.
However, this was not a necessity, so he did not resort to torture.
"The forces behind us have long been on guard against this situation, so it's impossible for us to hand it over voluntarily."
The boy said he was certain that Modi had a way to bypass the restrictions.
"If you want it, you'll have to come and get it yourself. How much you can take is up to you."
"It's not impossible," Mordy nodded. "Then, the deal is done."
After saying this, he extended his spiritual sense, piercing into the foreheads of the three people, ignoring the irrelevant information, and went straight for the heart of the matter.
Within the mental realms of the three individuals, there was a clearly defined area that had been placed under a restriction to prevent information leakage.
For Modi, this was not difficult to crack; he could even bypass the restrictions and steal information without breaking them.
Let me see... three different extraordinary skills, all of which seem to have a long history.
Modi perused the three skills he had acquired, among which the light skills originating from the Council of Light attracted his attention the most.
He lowered his eyelids slightly to conceal the fleeting glint of light in his eyes, exhaled a breath of stale air, and sighed inwardly.
No wonder it felt familiar, no wonder I was able to use it right away. It turns out it's an extraordinary legacy left by the Court of Eternal Day. In that case, could the predecessor of the Dark Light Council be the Court of Eternal Day?
The moment he acquired the Art of Light, guided by the mysterious power of the Sprout of the Heart, he deciphered the hidden secrets within and learned that it was actually the legacy of the Court of Eternal Day.
"The Court of Eternal Day... I remember my first fragment of the God of Light came from a relic of the Court of Eternal Day, and now it has become the sprout of my soul."
The information hidden in the legacy mentions that the Court of Eternal Day once had a branch on Xuanxing. Over time, that branch may have evolved into the current Council of Paying Light, or it may have simply perished.
Various colors of light flashed in and out of Modi's eyes, as if they were filled with lamps. Perhaps it was because of the Seed of the Mind, but the art of light was surprisingly easy for him to master.
Before withdrawing his spiritual consciousness, he left a spell in each of the three people's minds, which blurred their sense of time, achieving an effect similar to "a dream of wealth and glory".
"A Dream of Yellow Millet"—the name of this extraordinary skill is quite poetic.
After the three finished their inspection, they each found a seat in the carriage and sat down, then tried using magic.
Anyway, all the monsters in the carriage have been wiped out, and there are two powerful Chosen Ones sitting next to me, so I shouldn't be in any danger.
Before long, their minds went blank, their eyes became vacant, and they had clearly fallen into a state of "a dream of wealth and glory".
The train travels through nothingness, and time flies by in silence.
At one point, the train jolted, startling Modi and his companion who were in sync. They simultaneously severed their connection and exchanged a glance.
"There is some kind of large object ahead, affecting the train's gliding through the air. If I'm not mistaken, that should be the final stop on this journey."
The two men entered the driver's seat and, through the windshield, could vaguely see a strange spot of light in the darkness.
At the same time, an announcement came over the loudspeaker on the train to the underworld.
We've arrived at Hell West Road Station on Huangquan Metro Line 3.