[Trade Star? Lower level of Refining Factory No. 13?]
Beneath the steel furnace.
This factory, already infected by the Trade Plague, was locked in a deadly struggle with the white rats.
No one knew that beneath this volcano-sized super-refining furnace lay a hidden, mysterious space.
"Phew... did Zhuxing Tu deceive me? It suddenly became a Platform World. Permission of that kind is exceedingly rare."
Christine stood within this space beneath the magma, gazing lovingly at a sphere suspended before her by metal threads.
"Should I never have trusted that witch in the first place?"
She murmured to herself, her face showing little emotion.
"But I shouldn't blame her, either. After all, whatever else happened, Lu Jiayun and the Homecomers were the ones responsible for reducing the Trading Platform's Weight to just level 3.
Reciprocator, we've worked so hard all these years.
And it seems we still won't have much of an ending."
The Blasphemy Card named [Reciprocator] floated before Christine.
The Faceless One on the card held a Train Coin in one hand and reached into the void ahead with the other.
Listening to the whispers of the Faceless One within the card, she smiled in acceptance.
"Yes, I know.
If we force ourselves to continue, the chance of success will fall below 10%.
But don't you think it's a shame? Fair trade was something that should have belonged to Train Conductors in the first place.
How I miss the old days.
Back then, the Trading Platform saved so many lives.
There was no need for the Black Market, no need for so-called auction houses.
Much less any need for you and me to waste our years in this world.
But nothing can be done about it.
Those people in the City of a Thousand Stars have all grown old.