System: My Doomsday Train

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Chen Mang stood beside the train and threw something like a suitcase into the air. The suitcase quickly unfolded and expanded in mid-air. By the time it landed on the ground, it had transformed into a massive mecha, towering four meters high.

Not tall, only four meters.

It was somewhat smaller than the mecha he had seen in the Mechanical City, but it still gave a heavy impression when standing before a human.

The intertwined overlapping steel composite armor at the chest, with bolts the size of an adult's fist along the edges, and the crimson lines on the armor looked like magma veins flowing on a giant's skin.

Armor extended outward like a rhino's on the shoulders to both sides.

The cockpit was located in the abdomen, where the operator sat and controlled the mecha using levers and mental commands. The control room was equipped with many other components.

Such as...

"Miniature AI," "Miniature Oxygen Generator," and so on.

The observation chamber of the cockpit was tucked behind layers of protective grid mesh. The operator could watch the enemies with the naked eye or use several hidden cameras on the mecha to observe the surroundings on the control room screen.

In its hand was an exaggeratedly large axe, with the axe handle alone nearly four meters long.

"Whoa."

Standing still, Chen Mang looked at the mecha in front of him, couldn't help but walk up to it, and pressed a hidden red button on the mecha's knee, making the cockpit in the abdomen slowly descend to the ground.

He opened the cockpit door and sat inside.

The next moment.

Suction cups at the ends of several cables behind the seat attached to his neck. The chair contracted inwardly, firmly securing his body to the seat, while something akin to silicone molds encased his hands and feet.

Meanwhile.

The cockpit screen began flashing red lights incessantly.

"Warning, warning!"

"The operator's physical comprehensive quality does not meet the standard; forced usage poses injury risks."

Ignoring the risk.

Chen Mang casually glanced at the words. There weren't many buttons in the cockpit. Once those four silicone molds engulfed his limbs entirely, he felt as if he'd become one with the mecha.

He tried lifting his left arm.

When he lifted his left arm in the cockpit, the mecha's left arm also slowly rose.

But...

Chen Mang gritted his teeth, exerting all his strength just to lift the left arm, with only one notion in his mind: heavy… so heavy.

But perseverance pays off!

A few seconds later, he finally managed to lift the left arm into the air, but his back was already soaked with sweat.

"Huff!"

"Not bad."

Chen Mang controlled the mecha, raising its arm high, smiling with satisfaction. Then he prepared to have his left arm pick up the giant axe in the right hand. He gripped the axe with his left and then released it from the right.

Then, the next moment—

"Bang."

The weight of the giant axe made the mecha stagger directly and kneel on the ground.

The axe had been lodged in the ground previously, unnoticed, but holding it and feeling its weight was a different matter entirely.

"So... cool!"

At that moment.

Zhang Damei, who had arrived, was slightly stunned looking at the scene. She saw the mecha kneeling, the axe handle lodged in the ground, its head lifted skyward like a general returning victorious to report to the emperor.

Following that.

She saw Master Mang emerge from the mecha's cockpit, one hand behind his back, using a cane to walk calmly to the side.

"Mas... Master Mang?"

A flash of shock crossed Zhang Damei's eyes. She had been wondering who was controlling the mecha—could it be Biao? Yet unexpectedly, it was Master Mang. She had never fought alongside him, only heard from Biao about Master Mang's fierce combat skills, and now she realized it was true!

...

"Hmm."

Chen Mang, expressionless, with one hand behind his back, looked at Zhang Damei calmly and said, "This mecha is yours now. After we're done here, explore how to operate it yourself; there's a beginner's guide inside, so it shouldn't be too hard."

"Go on."

He didn't linger further, walking calmly into the train cabin and heading for car No. 2. He lay down in the "Medical Cabin" without even taking off his clothes.

"Max it out, quickly."

"Pain."

He wasn't sure if his bones were fractured or if he pulled a muscle, but it didn't matter; he only knew it hurt terribly, an excruciating pain.

What a darned mecha.

The mecha placed such high demands on the operator's physical comprehensive quality?

Probably partly due to this mecha being made using Zhang Damei's "Single Soldier Exoskeleton Armor" as the framework, which didn't quite match him. Although it's a lot cheaper to make than train armor.

Both have level 4 defense.

This mecha costs only 18,000 units of Red Heart Rock.

Building one was enough; making another wouldn't mean much since no one else could use it anyway.

Soon—

After using up 11,000 units of iron ore, Chen Mang jumped out of the medical cabin, striding toward the train cabin, grabbing a few roujiamo to eat as he walked. Eating more of these was beneficial, given his poor physical comprehensive quality, any improvement was welcome.

After entering the train cabin, he once again lay back in the "Combat Training Virtual Space" to practice more.

So he wouldn't end up unable to operate even a mecha in the future.

...

Beside the train.

Zhang Damei sat in the cockpit, exuberantly and excitedly controlling the mecha, making it sprint wildly across the wilderness, occasionally performing jumps and slashing movements.

"Die!!!"

Getting into the spirit, Zhang Damei shouted angrily, throwing the giant axe high into the sky, then bent her knees and leaped powerfully. The mecha's nitrogen thrusters burst with two blue flames from behind, allowing it to catch up with the axe in the air, grabbing onto the handle with both hands.

She swung the axe around, resembling the Decapitating Strike from Noxus, then struck it down heavily towards the dry branch on the ground.

"Boom!"

A loud impact sounded, and a cloud of dust exploded.

When the dust slowly cleared, only one could see the heavily-built mecha kneeling on one knee, axe handle in the ground, head tilted up, its mechanical eyes flashing a faint crimson light.

The glossy black mecha, adorned with those crimson lines, added a hint of bloodlust.

"Really handsome!"

Zhang Damei in the cockpit couldn't help but smile from ear to ear. Indeed, Master Mang's move was impressive; from now on, this would be her MVP finishing move. Every time she completed a mission and returned triumphantly, she would present herself like this before Master Mang!

A victorious general, returning from a bloody battle!

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"..."

Standing aside, Biaozi looked at the scene, sighing with emotion, "You have to admit, this girl has true combat talent. That's the first mecha of the Fixed Star, and it was given to her just like that. I'm really envious."

All the train residents were mining.

The butchers, store clerks, cleaners—all these train residents—each wielding a pickaxe, were digging in the open space next to them, where plenty of treasures were buried underground.

Everyone was put to work; no one was idle.

With only 48 hours to stay, all laborers were put to use.

"That mecha requires a physical comprehensive quality of at least 13.5 to be piloted, reaching 14.0 to unleash its full power; even if you were given one, you'd have to be able to handle it first."

Old Pig grimaced; he didn't need to work. He was responsible for evenly distributing all supplies within the 48 hours, like cola, bread, water, and whatnot.

He kept watch for unknown dangers and ensured no train residents pocketed any contraband, especially after the first resident turned in a Train Order. Once there's a first, there's bound to be a second.

Holding a hammer makes everything look like a nail.

The Train Order itself wasn't of much use.

But putting it in one's pocket meant they had intentions aplenty, bound to stir up trouble eventually.