Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

Zhou Baiyu still had a calm and composed appearance.

Deep inside, however, he was also very anxious.

It was like playing blackjack. When your cards are closest to 21, your deterrent power is the greatest.

But if you don't handle that measure well... you're likely to bust.

Zhou Baiyu's measure was now very extreme; if he did not eliminate two rule monsters, these rule passengers would not listen to him properly.

But if he killed too many, he'd likely be upgraded to VIP, facing bigger challenges.

Zhou Baiyu's judgment was precise, barely standing at the critical point.

The conductor Number Two could not upgrade Zhou Baiyu to VIP.

At the same time, the other rule passengers no longer dared to provoke Zhou Baiyu.

Realizing this, Huang Miu admired Jiang Xianwu even more:

"This way, all the risks of this journey are controllable now."

Zhou Baiyu, however, hadn't completely let his guard down. He planned to continue learning about the pasts of these rule passengers.

But at least for now, he had conquered this train car.

[Gained the favor of the Monster Baby.]

[Gained the favor of the Salesperson.]

...

...

At the front of the train.

If Zhou Baiyu had not chosen to stop at a suitable point and continued killing,

he would have entered the next elongated car.

In this car, the passengers would become even more bizarre.

This car had a bar, a library, a smoking room, a bathhouse, and a ballroom.

This car would bring passengers experiences far from apocalyptic ones.

Be it cuisine or environment, everything was superior to the previous cars.

Of course, the challenges here were also greater.

Yet, like in the previous cars,

when the man in the black cloak wielding a sword walked into the car, all the passengers became tense.

Even those on stage, who seemed to dance eternally without stopping, were forced to halt their dance steps.

This was their respect for the man in the black cloak.

But Zhou Baiyu clearly didn't receive such treatment.

If he continued walking further back—

he would arrive at the food section, or the kitchen.

The kitchen was one of the secret areas; no one knew exactly how the food there was processed and prepared.

People only knew that at meal times, there would be conductors pushing dining carts starting to tout.

The food could bring satiety and nutrition. In such a train, food was especially important.

But never inquire about the source of the food; that was taboo.

Past the kitchen was the conductors' compartment.

This area housed seven conductors, each responsible for their own section.

Some were in charge of announcing rules, some were responsible for updating rules.

Others were responsible for—training the plundered passengers into new rules.

Legend has it that if one wanted to stay on board, one could choose to become a rule passenger or to become—a conductor.

As long as one could make it alone through the VIP and kitchen areas to reach the conductors' compartment and complete a bizarre interview, one could become a conductor.

If one performed well enough to be recognized by the conductors, then they could proceed to the cars at the forefront—

The power source.

This place housed things humanity could never conquer before the apocalypse, only existing in many theoretical states.

Like—the perpetual motion machine.

Of course, these were all gimmicks. If one really could make it alone to the power source, then the train's greatest secret would have been conquered.

It can be said that the power source car housed many miracles that currently neither humans nor demonic tribes, corrupt species, or polluted species could understand.

So the next car from the power source was the train conductor's car.

Only the highest qualified conductor Number One had the chance to appear in the topmost car with the train conductor.

At this moment, in the luxurious car, the train conductor was watching the scenes from many cars through surveillance.

In the attendant's carriage, the new Attendant Number Five was changing her facial features.

She seemed quite satisfied with the features of the recently deceased Ms. Carolyn.

She specifically chose Carolyn's purple lips to adorn her own face.

In the kitchen carriage, today's turkey was cooking splendidly, although the turkey was created through a design in the power source carriage.

In the VIP carriage, the intimidation brought about by the man in the black cloak who had just alighted had not yet dissipated.

At the other end, in the regular carriage, a peaceful scene surprised the train conductor.

Attendant Number One wore a blue suit, white gloves, was tall, and wore a mask covered in irregular swirls.

"He seems to be stuck at an edge without further advancement, and his presence has frightened both Rule 34 and Rule 36,"

"Perhaps I could arrange for 34 and 36 to go to the power source carriage. Then deploy new rules to handle it? Only if you agree."

The train conductor didn't speak.

He and Attendant Number One dressed similarly, except he wore no mask and looked extremely old with a thick, white beard.

Staring at the screen, the man who was chatting confidently with rule-abiding passengers, the train conductor said after a long time:

"We can't defy the rules. Unless we revise new ones, but that would destabilize many things."

"Never mind, this kid found a loophole in the rules, that's his skill."

Attendant Number One laughed:

"Should this be reported to the Pantheon? After all, the place he's heading to is that library."

"Shush."

The train conductor interrupted Attendant Number One's words.

"The creator of the train is the great God of Trade and Choice."

"And that passenger has successfully paid the price. There are some loopholes in the rule of surviving for fourteen days, and through this young man, we've found those loopholes."

"As per the god's demands, we must ensure the fairness of the trade. Since he has paid the price, we must present the goods to him."

"But you can go and ask him if he wants to become an attendant on my behalf."

The train conductor's gaze was profound.

Although he had never met Zhou Baiyu, he was aware of many rumors about this world.

As the strange train's conductor, he could go almost anywhere in this world.

So his experiences were extraordinarily rich.

In the process of Zhou Baiyu dealing with various rules through his performances, the train conductor had grown fond of his talent.

He wanted to recruit Zhou Baiyu under his command.

Number One said:

"If we keep expanding, will that not arouse the suspicions of the Pantheon? The people of the Pantheon are already complaining that the death rate of passengers attempting to enter Longxia via this train is too high."

"And at this time, if we still want to develop our own people..."

"The Pantheon might suspect we have ulterior motives."

The train conductor's response left Number One somewhat at a loss; he replied so assertively:

"But we do have ulterior motives."

After a brief pause, the train conductor said:

"After the War of the Gods, a barrier appeared on the borders of Longxia, isolating the pollution."

"The Polluters have exhausted all means to enter Longxia, and the train is almost the only way."

"But in this world, everything has a price, and the essence of trade is to pay a price to satisfy desires."

"The Pantheon is increasingly losing its reverence for the great God of Trade and Choice."

The Pantheon has many gods with fallen followers.

There's the God of Gender and Diversity, the God of Reproduction and Virility, the God of Duplication and Plagiarism, the God of Games and Entertainment, and so on.

Everyone's purpose is simple—to grow the Pantheon and let the battlefield of gods decide the outcome in the Advanced World.

But the followers of the God of Trade and Choice are an exception.

As his most loyal follower, the train conductor wasn't like Qian Ji.

The train conductor believed trade was sacred.

"Anyone trying to break the fairness of a trade is my enemy."

"That kid has already paid the price, I will ensure he reaches his destination."

"But Number One, do ask him if he wants to join us. I can sense...this young man is no ordinary individual."

"Perhaps compared to that demigod who loves wearing a black cloak, he's still weak... but he knows when to advance or retreat, a rare one... who clearly understands his own stakes."

"This is a very valuable quality in trade."