NIKKE: The Apocalypse Arrives, But the System is 100 Years Late

After disembarking from the train and clearing out the nearby Raptures, Eunhwa finally couldn't hold back anymore. Ignoring the fact that Emma was watching, she eagerly opened the combat suit package.

However, the moment she unfolded the suit, she froze.

It was indeed a Ganz combat suit.

But unlike the standard version, this upgraded model was ridiculously revealing—barely covering anything essential. The lower half was completely exposed, and the midsection was so thin that it only barely concealed what was below, leaving her navel fully exposed to the air.

Emma let out a stifled snicker, barely holding back her laughter.

Eunhwa's expression instantly turned ice-cold, her beautiful face now as frigid as eternal frost, her anger laced with unmistakable embarrassment. Her fists clenched.

Commander!!!

Meanwhile, back on the train, Mo Chen suddenly shivered.

He had a bad feeling—like something terrible was about to happen.

Feeling uneasy, he opened his system menu to check the Ganz combat suit settings—and froze.

Oh shit. So the stronger the equipment, the less fabric there is?!

The higher the stats, the less it covers?

It all made sense now.

"Commander."

A soft voice came from behind him. Mo Chen turned to see Soline standing there, her bright eyes filled with curiosity. She looked like she had something to ask but hesitated.

Mo Chen smiled.

"What's up?"

Soline tilted her head slightly.

"Are they all your harem?"

He blanked out.

For a full second, he couldn't process what he had just heard.

Did this innocent-looking girl just ask that question so casually?

For a moment, he even doubted his own hearing.

Then, before he could react, Soline patted his shoulder, giving him a knowing look—as if she completely understood the situation.

"Ah… adult problems. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

Mo Chen was stunned.

When did kids become this mature?

She barely looked like she was in her mid-teens—not much older than Syuen.

Just then, Diesel approached and called Soline over for something, then turned to Mo Chen.

"Sorry about that, Commander. Soline likes to act like a grown-up."

"Ah, it's fine," Mo Chen replied.

Though in his mind, he was thinking—

"Acting? That was a full-blown adult conversation!"

At that moment, a loud alarm suddenly rang through the train.

"Alva particle concentration rapidly increasing!"

"Unknown substance detected! It's corroding the train's defense shield!"

"Defensive armor compromised: 3% damage. Core remains intact."

Diesel's face darkened immediately. She quickly apologized to Mo Chen before rushing to the cockpit.

Mo Chen turned toward the window, gazing outside.

The sky was shrouded in thick, heavy clouds, with only a few struggling rays of light barely piercing through, casting a dim glow over the ruined landscape—but not enough to dispel the oppressive gloom.

In the decaying ruins, shattered buildings stood like gravestones, their former grandeur long eroded by time and war. Walls were cracked and weathered, roofs had collapsed, windows were shattered, and scattered bricks and debris littered the ground—a scene of utter desolation.

The ruined land was shrouded in thick fog, with visibility barely extending twenty meters ahead. A strange crimson hue coated everything in sight, resembling algae-infested tides, surging through the broken walls and rubble like waves carried by the wind.

Within the fog, eerie sounds echoed—sometimes low, muffled sobbing, other times sharp, unsettling laughter, sending chills down the spine. The noises seemed to come from all directions at once, yet at the same time, they felt whispered right into one's ear, making it impossible to pinpoint their source.

Mo Chen immediately recognized it.

It was the same bizarre virus that had once infected Snow White and Alice.

And now, it was exactly the same again.

A deep sense of shock settled in Mo Chen's heart.

In just a few months, these viruses had already spread to this extent—growing like wild weeds, infesting every corner of the surface. Even Raptures had been corrupted, mutating into twisted, grotesque forms.

This reminded him of a particular chapter in the game's original story.

There, the Raptures had also been corrupted by an unknown substance.

However, in the game, the corruption resembled crystalline formations.

The Raptures' bodies had mutated into crystal.

But here, the Raptures were completely coated in a thick layer of crimson matter, as if they had been stained by blood itself.

"Activating purification system…"

"Purification system activated successfully…"

"Initiating purification protocol…"

"Purification failed…"

"Corrosion rate: 5%…"

Normally, to prevent contamination, all Nikkes were equipped with built-in purification devices, not to mention the train itself had its own purification defenses.

Yet this time, the system had failed.

Diesel hurried out of the conductor's cabin, her previously relaxed demeanor now completely gone, replaced with a serious expression.

"Sorry, Commander, at our current speed, we might not make it to the des—"

Before she could finish, a piercing train whistle suddenly cut through the sky—growing louder and louder, approaching at incredible speed.

Brid's voice came through the train's speakers.

"Incoming target rapidly approaching the train—it's… another train!"

A train?

Diesel froze, her bright eyes flashing with disbelief, and quickly pulled up the live feed.

A massive train was barreling down the tracks, resembling a rampaging beast, displaying tremendous power and speed. Its wheels thundered forward, producing an earth-shaking roar, reminiscent of war drums pounding through the battlefield.

As it drew closer, it became clear—this was no ordinary train.

It wasn't just a train—it was an armored war machine.

Mounted on its frame were twin heavy cannons, their barrels as large as those of a battleship. Along its sides were broadside cannons, resembling those from the Age of Sail, but clearly far more advanced and lethal than anything from that era. At both its front and rear, it carried triple-barreled turrets, making it a fortress on rails.

The entire train was armed to the teeth.

Mo Chen recognized it instantly.

This was every new player's worst nightmare.

The Tyrant-class Rapture—Alteisen MK.VI.

Alteisen MK.VI had once been a human-controlled machine, but during a battle, it had been hijacked and taken over by the Raptures, turning into a rampaging, runaway train.

But this Alteisen MK.VI was far more terrifying than before.

Its entire exterior was covered in pulsating crimson veins, resembling twisting blood vessels, as if it had been infested by something parasitic. As it raced forward, it spewed massive clouds of spores, instantly shrouding the ground in dense crimson mist.

Boom! Boom!—

With a thunderous roar, it opened fire on the train!

The AZX train shuddered violently, rocking from the impact.

"Side armor hit! Defensive shield integrity down to 23%!"

Alteisen MK.VI's firepower was terrifying!

"Initiate Level-One Combat Readiness!"

Diesel steadied herself and immediately ordered the train to return fire!