"No wonder it was the most precious treasure. Although it was only twenty thousand Train Coins, for that fellow who became a False God...
With no way to keep raising his Train Level, even if he secretly sent his subordinates into human cities to buy items or materials with those twenty thousand Train Coins...
He couldn't buy any stronger high-grade items at all.
After all, whether at auction houses or ordinary Black Market trades...
Those Train Conductors, each holding absurd quantities of non-Correct Train Coins, would raise the prices however they liked."
Ye Qiyan raised his hand, and all twenty thousand Train Coins landed in it.
"Phew, the Train System at least left me a little before. Add in the five a day from [Wealth] over this period, and what I got from selling some useless junk materials, and now..."
[Train Coins: 21,458]
Looking at the number on the black card, Ye Qiyan felt a surge of excitement.
It wasn't because the number was particularly high.
Rather, with these, his train could undergo Ascension once again.
The next Ascension would bring it to Level 39.
And after Level 39...
"Level 40..."
Ye Qiyan sighed with feeling.
Going from Level 30 to Level 40 really was a long process.
Clearing high-level Platform Worlds took much longer than clearing those low-level worlds in the past.
And now, undercurrents surged through the Wasteland.
All sorts of crises kept occurring.
Whether in the Twelve Primordial Cities, the other smaller cities, or the various major factions.
He seemed to have taken part in a great many things.
But if one truly counted everything among all the Human Train Conductors, all those things that weren't livestreamed or recorded, who knew how much had actually happened?
Everyone was growing.
No matter how powerful a Train