Curved Time

The middle-aged woman, who had been invincible just a second earlier, was killed in the blink of an eye. The curly-haired female player, who had been planning to charge in and die with her, instinctively backed away. Once she had put some distance between them, she warily watched the players around the corpse.

The scene fell silent. Everyone looked like they could have been the one who'd struck.

No Player spoke, and naturally, no one admitted to killing the middle-aged woman. But she was dead, so the fight could come to a temporary end.

The curly-haired female player put her companion's body in a body bag and returned to Xu Huo and the others.

After a night passed, the sun rose as usual the next day, and the number of Players who had survived on the train had fallen to two-thirds of what it had been.

Nearly four days had passed since they encountered the dimensional storm, but the Rail Supply Department still hadn't appeared. The Players, who had just begun to feel hopeful, once again fell into despair at the thought that rescue might never come. Arguments and fights broke out frequently; some people were injured, while others were robbed. In broad daylight, though, everyone held back to some extent. To avoid exposing their items, no one dealt a fatal blow.

"Hey, look over there!" Yan Jiayu gazed into the distance and suddenly spoke.

Xu Huo followed her gaze and saw the boundary between spaces at the edge of their field of vision rippling. It was like looking through steam: a line that should have been horizontal began to undulate.

"That should be a different kind of timeline." The train's traffic controller had someone use an instrument to record the distant scenery.

"A timeline? You can see time?" Yan