Weird Rules Rumor: At The Beginning, He Insisted That He Was Not Dead-Chapter 88: Train of the Century (8)
This strange thing truly didn’t lie. Half an hour later, Bai Lian successfully exited the forest and, seeing the passage to the next train car ahead, glanced back at the dark woods behind him. Every tree was twisted in an absurdly eerie manner, radiating a sinister atmosphere.
Averting his gaze, Bai Lian ignored the car and headed to the next one.
He was in Car 16, and according to the rules, he could only move to Car 15 or 17. The screen displayed that the passage connected to Car 28, with a transition time of 5 minutes.
Bai Lian stood still and waited. Five minutes passed, and Car 28 shifted to Car 19.
Suddenly, he realized a critical point.
“55 cars, and they only shift every half hour? What if they loop? How long would that take? Wait until dawn?” Bai Lian slapped his forehead, annoyed at wasting those 5 minutes.
“This is unbearable! Why not make every two cars switch normally? No pointless shuffling—how else are we supposed to get through this train?”
As he finished speaking, his gaze froze: “Wait, the cars can change too?”
Something wasn’t right...
【Doubt】: You can express skepticism and seize items or abilities from opponents that seem absurd!
The term “opponent” referred to any opposing entity—players, anomalies, etc.—but not inanimate objects like the trees Bai Lian couldn’t target. Yet now, he distinctly felt he could impose order on this chaotic car!
“Why?” A vague suspicion flickered in his mind, unsettling him.
Shaking his head, he dismissed the thought.
Skill activated!
Boom!
The car lurched, and Car 19 vanished, replaced by Car 17.
“Much faster.” Bai Lian nodded approvingly at the updated screen.
Current car: 16. Next: 17. Transition duration: ∞+.
Pushing open the passage door, Bai Lian stepped into Car 17.
Blinding light forced him to squint. Before him lay what resembled a supermarket entrance, with towering shelves stocked with goods.
Unlike the despair-ridden darkness of Car 16, Car 17 felt safe and abundant.
Three figures stood inside: two in plain sight, one lurking behind a shelf, weapon in hand. Only Bai Lian’s enhanced senses detected the hidden one.
The visible pair—a man in a tactical vest wielding a meteor hammer and a short-haired woman (rated 70/100 in Bai Lian’s book)—snapped their weapons toward him, eyes wary.
Bai Lian approached calmly.
The man lowered his hammer, relieved. “Damn, thought you were an anomaly. Name’s Qi An.” He extended a hand.
“Bai Lian.” He shook it, then glanced at the woman and the hidden figure. “You together?”
Qi An followed his gaze and paled. “Shit! An old man’s hiding there?!”
The lurker, realizing he’d been exposed, emerged—a silver-armored youth with a sly grin.
“Wait! I got here first! Just grabbing supplies!” he claimed, edging toward the exit.
“Kill him!” Qi An barked, hefting his hammer.
The youth’s form dissolved into shadow, darting past them and vanishing down the corridor.
“Tch. Speed items.” Qi An shrugged, turning to the shelves. “Forget him. Let’s loot.”
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The woman moved toward another aisle. Bai Lian trailed Qi An, eyes sharp.
