Luck was intangible. A slight difference could mean a world of difference.
Even after leaving the Tower of Babel and returning to the station behind the Church at 44 Nakolo Street, Ye Qiyan still found it somewhat unbelievable as he looked at the Order Card in his hand.
He had just come back like that? No obstacles, no accidents. Everything had gone so smoothly.
Back in Solo City, Zhuxing Tu had also obtained an Order Card, but the outcome had been nothing like this.
"Qiyan, you're back?"
"Yeah..."
He looked at Zhao Lin with a complicated expression and was about to speak when he suddenly noticed that, at some point, a bandage had been wrapped around her ankle.
"You're hurt?"
Zhao Lin chuckled.
"I accidentally hit a rock on the way back. It's fine, nothing serious."
That was not what concerned Ye Qiyan.
After all, Zhao Lin was currently in a state of absolute good luck. If she was lucky, how could a rock have injured her?
Unless her luck was not unlimited?
He could not figure it out. He would have to see what happened at Zhao Lin's next station.
The time was nine at night.
The instant he obtained Sloth.
The sense of sloth and ease that had permeated the city vanished without a trace.
As time passed.
Something like what had happened in Solo City was unfolding.
Even at night, the Train Exchange was packed.
Muxiang Youren, the Wanderer, took a black-and-white photograph from inside his clothes. It showed the owner of that roadside stall.
With a cigarette between his lips, he turned to look at the group behind him.
"Brothers, I'm counting on you. Remember to look after his kids. Once I make a name for myself in the Wasteland..."
They were all Train Conductors from