After the robed man left, the carriage fell silent again. Especially after the two doors at the front closed, many people visibly relaxed. Most of the passengers were players of the same rank, but there was always the chance they might run into one or two High-level Players. If they did, "unlucky" wouldn't begin to describe it. After all, a train was nothing like a Dungeon.
"That must've been a B-class player," someone said. "It hasn't even been that long, and everyone in his carriage is dead."
Of course, the purple-eyed woman and the others who had escaped didn't count.
"If he's a B-class player, he should be doing B-class instances. What's he doing on a C-class train?"
They grumbled, but no one tried anything after that. Players of the same rank might be evenly matched, but picking a fight with someone obviously much stronger than you was as good as asking to die.
The rest of the journey passed beneath the moonlight. When the lights came on the next morning, the sky had shifted back to daytime. But the scenery outside the train was no longer as beautiful as before. It had become a desolate region. The waterlogged ground had rotted the plants growing there, and half-buried bones—of some unknown animals—occasionally poked through the mottled soil. Strange footprints and handprints could also be seen in places.
"Are there Aliens active around here?" Quite a few players in the carriage were puzzled. "I've never heard of Alien packs being near the tracks during the day."
"Wherever Aliens live, there should be Aliens both day and night," someone else replied. "The train usually passes through these areas at night, but no one ever said there weren't any Aliens during the day."
Besides, unless they were especially rare species, most Aliens weren't