Zhao Xun was inspecting the large pile of weapons in his Storage Slot. Once he confirmed they were all still there after he boarded the Endless Train, he knew his experiment had succeeded.
Items purchased with money could count as things willingly given by NPCs.
Food and water, however, still could not be brought onto the Endless Train.
He had put a small amount of food in his Storage Slot, all purchased during the third round of the Platform Game, but now it was all gone.
Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone sit down beside him.
He turned and saw No. 013, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.
No. 013 looked even thinner than before. His face was sallow and his cheekbones protruded. Clearly, he hadn't been doing well lately.
But he was very much alive.
Noticing Zhao Xun and Xiao Hong looking at him, No. 013 turned toward them.
"What, surprised to see me?" No. 013's expression was cold, and his tone was rather confrontational.
Xiao Hong instinctively shook her head but said nothing.
She didn't know what to say.
But she could tell No. 013 seemed to be in a terrible mood. She didn't want any new trouble when she was already utterly exhausted, so she chose to keep the peace.
"I am, actually." Zhao Xun spoke gently, his usual warm smile on his face. "It's been half a month. You never showed up again after you left, so we all thought you were dead."
"Then you must be pretty disappointed, huh?" No. 013 sneered at Zhao Xun.
"Why would you think that?" Zhao Xun asked, sounding puzzled.
"Stop pretending," No. 013 said bluntly, calling him out. "You're the one who got rid of my ticket. You must have hoped