"The temperature dropped?"
Back in the Wasteland.
Ye Qiyan immediately looked out the window.
The Fire Tornadoes that had ravaged the Endless Wasteland yesterday had disappeared. The wasteland was still the same wasteland, as though nothing had ever happened.
Monsters chased the train.
The horizon stretched endlessly.
Yesterday's apocalyptic scene seemed like nothing more than a dream.
But it hadn't been a dream. It had been a real disaster.
Today's weather was clear.
No wind, no clouds.
In other words, the weather at the next station wouldn't be affected by the wasteland.
Inside the Public Chatroom.
The block, which had returned to ten thousand people after the merger, now had fewer than five thousand left.
Ye Qiyan still remembered that yesterday, the number had remained around seven thousand.
A single day of disastrous weather had killed nearly thirty percent of the Train Conductors, who were already quite experienced with stations. How much more weather like this would there be in the future?
"No wonder the number of Train Conductors barely increases, even with a hundred and eighty million arriving every three years."
Perhaps cities really were where many people ought to end up.
"Hmm?"
Something was biting his trouser leg.
He looked down.
The little Giant Eagle, which had been stumbling with every step not long ago, had already grown feathers after spending this time in the Livestock Carriage.
Its body had also grown from the size of his palm to that of a three-year-old child.
"You really grow fast. Hmm..."
He picked up the little Giant Eagle and touched it. As his mental strength grew, he could tell with increasing clarity whether an object could undergo further ascension.
"Your potential has grown. Should I give you another ascension?"
The little Giant Eagle affectionately pecked his shoulder, as though agreeing.