A Sinful Mess!

On the Bell Country ice fields, located in a high-latitude region, a spectacular scene is unfolding.

In the distance, a dark cloud resembling a lingzhi mushroom was rapidly approaching from afar.

As you get closer, you can see that at the base of the Ganoderma lucidum, there is a trench that has been deeply dug out of the snowfield, and the source of the trench is a train.

The train wasn't the kind of coal-fired train you see in Western movies, and the lingzhi-shaped dark cloud wasn't smoke from the train.

The train, engulfed in flames, lived up to its name as a "train," melting away even the surrounding snow, which had piled up to three meters high, before it even came into contact with the flames.

The evaporated water vapor gathered and accumulated above the train, then fell as a torrential rain. Before reaching the ground, it turned into hail, and was then sublimated again by the flames outside the train.

Even though all rail transport in the Bell Country had come to a complete standstill, this train continued to race along the tracks in a frenzied and savage manner.

As dusk settled, Feng Xue leaned back in his chair. The music playing in the control room had changed to energetic rock. He fiddled with his phone, channeling all the computing power provided by the Haotian Mirror into the Graphics Recognition System to avoid hidden dangers like tractors and dump trucks lurking within the fragile ice barrier.

"At this rate, I should be able to reach Cosmo Station by tomorrow evening at the latest. Although this thing may not actually be the final stop, once I get here, I should be able to get off this train."

Feng Xue muttered to himself, but his ears twitched slightly. Suddenly, the door behind him, which hadn't been opened since he entered the driver's seat, was knocked on, accompanied by a somewhat familiar voice—

"Train conductor, the control center has issued a strict order: we must stop at the next station Jia'er You, or we will use Martial Force to stop us."

"So they've actually recovered to the point where they can cause trouble?" Feng Xue glanced at the sky outside the window, listened to the familiar flight attendant's voice, and calmly said with a slight smile:

"Ah, yes, yes, yes."

In an instant, the slightly anxious voice disappeared, replaced by the sound of slowly departing footsteps.

"These train attendants are a nuisance too. I need to find them something to do." Feng Xue pondered, temporarily leaving the driver's seat. She took out a bunch of parts from her waist bag and made a Track Mechanical Transmission Device at the door of the carriage.

It has no intelligence; its energy comes from an electric switch; and its only function is to make a roughly spherical object roll at high speed over a distance of no more than five meters.

Having completed this small item, Feng Xue placed the Stone Pier inside. In an instant, the rather light Stone Pier began to roll along the track at an extremely high speed.

Watching the two springboards alternate back and forth, Feng Xue activated his [Item Master] power, endowing it with precise Phantom Object- level characteristics to ensure its operation would not malfunction. Only then did he try to reach out and open the door, but just as his arm was about to cross the Stone Pier, an uncontrollable instinct made him jump back a step, avoiding the little thing.

"It's done!"

Feng Xue smiled and readjusted the driving parameters to make sure there wouldn't be any problems. Then, he Teleportation back to his own carriage—yes, just a carriage, because his room was empty, so he could only appear behind someone in the carriage in front of him.

With practiced ease, Feng Xue used a business card to send the girl to school for further studies. She quickly packed up the remaining three people in the room, then returned to her own room as if nothing had happened, maintaining the output of her Samadhi True Fire magic while waiting for midnight to arrive.

At one o'clock in the morning, Feng Xue returned to her room carrying Santa's Wrapping Cloth and sat quietly on her bed waiting, but her best friend did not appear.

Feeling that something was missing from the nighttime program, Feng Xue didn't insist. After confirming that the few real people who had deliberately stayed behind were sound asleep, he transformed into Kamen Rider Orca again and activated his Visage of Oath.

"Brush!"

Suddenly, after traversing a distance of over a thousand kilometers, Feng Xue's figure appeared, but immediately afterward, a chilling feeling surged into his heart.

Before him stood figures as stiff as wax figures, breathing and with heartbeats, yet standing there like statues. But in the next moment, hundreds of people in the station almost simultaneously turned their heads, focusing their gaze on Feng Xue's eyes, which were covered by the helmet of Kamen Rider Orca.

"Hiss--"

Feng Xue gasped for breath, the air heated by the Omni-Press Drive. Card-shaped Admission Letter danced between her hands like a gambling god's slicing knife, then, under Feng Xue's exquisite control, they were forcibly flown into the hands of the corresponding people.

Although it looks terrifying, the passengers who are frozen here are actually just ordinary people. Before they can react, they have all returned to their long-awaited High School Life and started a new round of preparation for the college entrance examination.

"They're all real people; those Fake Human passengers are completely gone." Feng Xue tried to sense the coordinates and, after confirming that there were no more people he had marked at this station, he activated his Visage of Oath again and headed to the next marker.

In just a few minutes, he found all the passengers who had gotten off the bus earlier and were still able to be tracked down, and unsurprisingly, they were all sent to School Hell.

"Interesting. The 'real people' turn into 'wax figures' after getting off the train, while the Fake Human just disappear?" Feng Xue looked at the chaotic scene in the School Hell where classes were already being divided according to appearance. Without any hesitation, she Teleportation back to the K7 Train.

"The driver's cab remains unchanged, the drone and camera on the roof are functioning normally, the coordinates of the real person have not disappeared, and the Fake Human has not been refreshed. It seems that there have been no special changes."

Still using the identity of Lin Jiaxin Feng Xue took advantage of the train attendants' off-duty time to re-inspect the train, then sent the last few real people she kept as coordinates to school. Then, holding her phone, she simply stood guard at the refresh point (referring to the toilet) in the Hard Sleeper Car with the most people, and stayed there all night.

He's really afraid to sleep carelessly now, because if the car derails while he's resting, all his efforts will be in vain.

As dawn broke and the flight attendants reappeared at the rest stop to prepare for their work, a chilling cacophony filled their ears. Then, inexplicable memories flooded back. Opening the rest stop, they found thousands of passengers in groups of a dozen or so, staging a series of True and False Monkey King.

The Chief Attendant's face turned ashen as she looked at the scene that seemed to repeat itself from yesterday. But then, at the same time, all the passengers in the carriage turned their gazes toward her:

"What's wrong with your car?!"

A barrage of perfectly synchronized questions bombarded their ears. The flight attendants, having lost their ultimate weapon—"Next stop for inspection"—were instantly bewildered. Ultimately, this culminated in the Chief Attendant uttering a word she shouldn't have—

"What a terrible thing!"