Chapter 3
Chapter 3 Arsenal
The Train speed was gradually slowing down.
Accompanied by the gradually subsiding roar, Ye Qiyan arrived at his first stop.
In front of the Train door, he took a deep breath, gripped the dagger after Sublimation, and pressed the button to open the door.
The world outside the door was dead silent.
The surroundings were pitch black and devoid of light, except for a huge matchbox-like building directly in front of his line of sight.
He looked up. There was no sun here, yet both the road under his feet and that building could be seen clearly.
“Space travel is truly an unthinkable power. No wonder the arrival times of all Trains are the same.”
Leaving the Train, it took less than ten steps to reach the entrance. The door was tightly closed. He pried open the gap with the dagger, and the big door opened accordingly. Immediately after, the scent of Decay rushed towards his face.
Walking inside and looking around, wooden boxes were neatly placed, and that scent of Decay emanated from these boxes.
Ye Qiyan used the dagger to pry open the rusted iron locks on the boxes. Coming into view, two bolt-action rifles half-buried in sawdust appeared before him.
[Low-level Marksman Rifle]: Equipped with 20 low-level bullets.
Two guns, forty bullets.
This was the contents of just one box.
And there were still many such boxes in this arsenal.
“Good stuff.”
Opening several boxes in succession, Ye Qiyan moved all these gains back to the Train.
After going back and forth several times, the strength lifted by excitement was finally reaching its end.
[Current Stamina: 15 points]
Having used the Sublimation ability multiple times in succession, Ye Qiyan’s physical endurance had long reached its limit. But whether due to excitement, his Mental Power had actually recovered to 70.
During these three hours that the Train was docked, without energy replenishment, he estimated he wouldn’t have much strength left to move these supplies.
Resting for a while, Ye Qiyan did not continue moving items. Instead, he explored everywhere in the arsenal and found several sealed iron boxes on the shelves of a room.
In that former world, he had watched some introductory videos about military supplies, among which there was no shortage of similar iron boxes…
Holding a curious heart, he walked over to those boxes. The stamped logos on them were blurry, and he could only vaguely make out square-shaped things.
“Could it be…”
Ye Qiyan swallowed hard. He pried open a corner of the iron box and saw compressed biscuits neatly arranged inside like gold bars, exuding a faint milky aroma and a slight fermented sourness!
“It really is!”
Regardless of whether these biscuits had an expiration date, he grabbed a piece and shoved it into his mouth.
“It would be great if there was some water.”
Although the food for the next period of time was settled, he was still not satisfied.
He only ate one piece of the compressed biscuit; after all, besides filling the stomach, this kind of thing also made people thirsty.
A total of four buckets of iron boxes similar to containing military rations were found, totaling eighty pieces of compressed biscuits.
It was enough for a normal adult male to eat for about half a month.
Besides this, he also found some sealed bottled water nearby. Unfortunately, the smell of this water obviously didn’t seem like the kind that could be drunk.
However, Ye Qiyan still moved them all onto the Train.
This arsenal was a semi-enclosed space like a matchbox. Various collapsed shelves, rotting matter piled on the ground, plus the rotting smell drifting in the air made exploration exceptionally troublesome. The further inward he explored, the more intense the rotting smell became.
In over two hours, Ye Qiyan only found forty-two intact rifles. Most of the others were corrupted and rusted due to improper preservation, and their only value was to be recycled through the processing platform.
Besides that, he also put some iron products and wood that were easy to pick up and carry onto the Train.
Train upgrades could be done directly through Sublimation, but manufacturing items also required resources. Even if he didn’t use them, he could take them out to trade with others.
Once again hugging supplies and returning to the carriage, he glanced at the countdown on the operating system.
There were still thirty minutes left until departure time, enough for him to make one or two more round trips.
“Let’s go one more time; there should still be enough time.”
Looking at the Train that had already become crowded, Ye Qiyan felt that the thing he should build most right now was the first ordinary carriage. Wood and mechanical parts from those boxes and the processing platform recycling discarded firearms were already enough, but Metal was still quite lacking, so it couldn’t be built temporarily.
“It seems I haven’t entered these few rooms yet.”
Returning to the arsenal, he bypassed the mess all over the floor and walked straight towards the innermost part. The few remaining rooms that he had not yet explored were pushed open one by one. From the interior decoration, it could be vaguely seen that these places were once areas for people to live and rest.
The first few rooms had no special gains, until the very last one, which finally presented unexpected things.
Click.
That was the sound of bones being crushed underfoot.
Ye Qiyan slowly lowered his head. Under his feet, a skeleton’s lower leg bone was crushed to pieces.
“Sorry, brother, I didn’t mean to, haha.”
He wasn’t scared at all. Since childhood, even in the scariest horror movies, he only found them fun. Occasionally attending funerals and seeing the swollen, cyanotic faces of the deceased wouldn’t give him any special feeling either.
Ye Qiyan withdrew his foot and was about to turn and leave when he suddenly noticed a dust-covered paper document bag under this skeleton.
It wasn’t strange to have a document bag in the arsenal, but what was strange was whether its condition was too well-preserved? After all, even iron products and wood products had rotted into that state, so how could a paper bag remain intact?
Harboring doubts, Ye Qiyan pulled the document bag out from under the skeleton.
He didn’t open it immediately, but trotted back to the Train. The operating system in the carriage had the function of item appraisal. If there was a trap inside, it should be able to be checked out.
[Level 1 Treasure Chest] (Can be opened)
“This is actually a Treasure Chest?!”
Up and down, he sized up the folder that was as thin as a cracker, his face written with astonishment and pleasant surprise.
“Hey, thanks, bone buddy. I’ll help you find peace in the earth later.”
Smiling as he was about to open it, he suddenly stopped the action in his hands.
“Right, this Treasure Chest should also be able to undergo Sublimation, right?”
Just like when Sublimating the Train before, as soon as such a thought appeared, there was absolutely no way to cast it behind his mind.
He glanced at his current personal information.
[Stamina: 30] [Mental Power: 80]
“Such a small bag, even using Mental Power shouldn’t take too much. Besides, there are still compressed biscuits. If I eat another piece, it can recover some Stamina. No problem.”
Perhaps this was the special feature of this world.
The Stamina recovery after eating was very obvious.
Furthermore, when a person started to persuade themselves, it meant they had already made a decision long ago.
Thus, Ye Qiyan silently recited those two words in his heart.
“Sublimation.”
The numbers of Stamina and Mental Power were constantly decaying.
[Mental Power dropped below 50, falling into a state of self-doubt]
He lay motionless on the floor of the carriage like a fish stranded ashore, looking at the slightly swaying chandelier overhead, and only sat up after a long while.
[Stamina: 30 → 20] [Mental Power: 80 → 50]
“It seems there’s no particular feeling either.”
Ye Qiyan scratched his head.
Aside from physical exhaustion, he didn’t feel anything uncomfortable about the so-called self-doubt state.
Shaking his head, Ye Qiyan carefully sized up the document bag in his hand that seemed to have undergone no changes at all.
The total Stamina and Mental Power consumed to upgrade a Level 1 Treasure Chest to Level 2 was 40 points, which was a bit larger than he had imagined.
[Level 2 Treasure Chest] (Can be opened)
“It seems it cannot continue to Sublimate. Can the potential of this kind of thing only be Sublimated once? Or are there any special rules?”
“Forget it, let’s open it first and talk later.”
Rubbing his hands, Ye Qiyan opened the folder in his hand.
[Opening Level 2 Treasure Chest]
[Obtained Train Coins: 4]
[Obtained: Colt M1911 Pistol]
[Obtained: Level 2 Blueprint: External Garbage Collector]
