Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

In the ordinary compartment,

Zhou Baiyu had already learned from the vendor that he and the real crew members were not part of the same establishment.

The status of a crew member was much higher than his.

"After boarding the train, I just wanted to find a stable job to survive. So I was assigned to this role, According to the conductor's words, I must ensure the fairness of the transactions,"

"So... even if you trade something with me, as long as the scale shows inequality, I cannot trade with you, unless, I give up some things to help you balance the scales,"

"But doing so would set a precedent, and this world suffers not from scarcity, but from inequality. The hierarchical system on this train is very clear... I can please those higher up, but I absolutely cannot cater to those of the same rank,"

"Otherwise, others will think I'm unfair. That would be an unfair trade,"

"And my duty is to ensure absolute fairness, as the conductor has repeatedly instructed,"

Zhou Baiyu nodded; the vendor seemed like a very honest presence.

So he actually had no ill will towards the vendor.

"I'm afraid that even if you try to please one of the upper levels, it will provoke dissatisfaction among others,"

"Maintaining complete neutrality and properly attending to one's assigned duties is truly the best approach,"

"Although I saved you, you do not need to be partial to me,"

Zhou Baiyu understood well that sometimes benefits do not need to be explicit; the more generous you are, the more the other party will remember you.

Yet he seemed to have realized something.

The vendor spoke highly of the conductor, who appeared quite upright.

The whole tone of the train seemed to advocate for fair trading.

The more perilous the destination, the longer one needs to abide by the rules, which is quite in line with fair trading.

At first, Zhou Baiyu thought the golden compartment might be linked to a deity associated with money.

Now, he suddenly remembered a fallen believer he had encountered before—Qian Ji.

God of Trade and Choice.

Zhou Baiyu always felt that the core of the train matched the viewpoint of that god.

Next, Zhou Baiyu learned about the past of the baby.

According to the vendor's description, the baby would cry out in the dark, and if one didn't cover their ears—they would revert to a younger age.

Gradually, amidst the cries, individuals would revert to infancy, and the baby would transform into someone else.

The current baby could no longer remember which generation it was; the original baby had long since transformed into another passenger and left the train.

"Everyone will fall asleep, and the train might enter into darkness, so you need to be cautious of it,"

"Because after falling asleep, its crying will also affect you. The effects will occur faster in the dark,"

This was a reminder from the vendor.

The baby was helpless; its ability was its secret, and once the secret was exposed, it was like a magician whose tricks had been revealed.

With ten more days to go, if he and Huang Miu fell asleep at the same time, they would fall into a great crisis.

Zhou Baiyu did not want that.

His solution was simple, to offset his sleeping schedule from that of Huang Miu.

The two took turns watching over the baby.

To ensure the baby would stay silent.

Compared to the harmless vendor, Zhou Baiyu truly disliked the baby.

On this train, you can only kill rules with rules.

Fortunately, covering the baby's mouth was not an excessively violent act.

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Time gradually passed by.

Zhou Baiyu learned one by one about these rules and their histories.

In another timeline—

Blood and fire had finally converged, and the great battle outside Linxiang City had already begun.

The vast army was, in truth, just one individual manifesting as many.

The Blood Demon could manipulate blood, making it the cleanest and most efficient killer.

The Black Flame could burn everything, leaving no opportunities for the enemy.

In the demonic army's conquest against the Fused, wherever blood and fire went, there was nothing left but scorched earth.

The Fused's avatars were all obliterated by the apocalyptic Black Flame.

Under the leadership of two Demon Emperor-level figures, the demonic forces advanced triumphantly.

The Fused's forces scattered around Linxiang City were eradicated one by one.

The two Demon Emperors had always been wary of the Fused, of course, such wariness was more like the fear of an unknown new species.

But as rulers of the demonic race, their pride remained undiminished.

The emperors of the Flame Demon Clan and the Blood Demon Clan joining forces alone was testament to the significance they placed on the enemy.

A dirty, corrupt breed, drawing the combined forces of two demonic emperors, was the highest praise for this corrupt breed.

However, in the march of the demonic forces, there were virtually no casualties.

This reminded the Black Flame Demon Emperor and the Blood Demon Emperor of one thing—

The Fused was not yet a serious threat.

"I've heard a saying that the Fused's grand army is actually an extension of the Fused himself, his avatars,"

"If that's true, then this battle seems hardly worth the effort,"

It wasn't that the Blood Demon and the Black Flame were underestimating their enemy.

Rather, the combination of these two was indeed very suited for battling the Fused.

The Fused's greatest strength lay in his powerful suturing ability and extraordinary vitality.

It was possible that without careful attention, leaving behind even a small piece of his flesh could continuously stitch together surrounding enemies and devour them... eventually forming a new, formidable opponent.

But the Blood Demon and the Black Flame gave the Fused no such opportunity.

First, the Blood Demon used Blood Explosion to severely injure the Fused's avatars, then the Black Flame ignited the blood, the powerful Black Flame causing devastating damage to the Fused.