[Blasphemy Card · VII · Anchor]

[Giant Skeleton ×13, Dream Crystal ×5, Chunk of Meat ×13]

That was the final haul. If the processing station had recycled things a little faster, he probably could have collected all the corpses before the giants turned back into windmills.

But the processing station was integrated with the train. Improving it meant upgrading the train along with it.

The remaining corpses had already reverted to windmills. Ye Qiyan did not waste them, recycling them into timber as well.

The largest part of this haul was giant meat, but Ye Qiyan had no intention of eating it. Just thinking about meat from humanoid monsters was disgusting.

But just because he would not eat it did not mean others would not.

The thirteen portions of giant meat amounted to sixty-five kilograms.

He filled all five trading slots, pricing each portion at one Train Coin.

For survivors who had not eaten meat in a long time, this price was extremely cheap.

Even though Ye Qiyan had labeled it as giant meat, that did nothing to stop some people's desire to buy it.

["Someone's selling meat on the Trading Platform! You can get five kilograms for one Train Coin! Fuck, I spent one Train Coin on half a kilogram of chicken just yesterday. I'm so pissed!"]

["Seriously? Holy shit, there really is! I haven't had meat in ages. No, I've got to buy five kilograms to grill. I got a Train Coin at the last trading station anyway, hehe."]

["Don't buy it! Didn't you see that it says giant meat? You can actually stomach meat from humanoid monsters?"]

["Exactly. Are you even human anymore? I despise you."]

["So what? Giants aren't humans. I'm going crazy craving meat. Forget giants, if I get hungry enough, I'll even eat people! Keep yapping and I'll kill you all at the next Public Trading Platform!"]

["Is the guy above really low on spirit or something?"]

["I've still got 33 points. So what? Am I eating your food?"]

["Diagnosis complete: the guy above is going nuts."]

Before long, all the meat on the Trading Platform had been snapped up.

After all, these ten thousand people were survivors who had made it through the Seventh Station. Not only were all their trains level 2 or higher, but they also had at least some Train Coins on hand.

Besides, Ye Qiyan's price was the lowest on the market. They could not worry about whether it was giant meat; they would buy it first.

Ye Qiyan filled the listings again, and they sold out once more. In that short time, he earned ten Train Coins. He did not sell the remaining three portions, keeping them for now in case they proved useful.

He also discovered something else from their conversations.

It seemed that once other people's spirit dropped, it was very difficult to recover. Once it fell below a certain proportion, they would gradually descend into madness-the so-called [Mental Fatigue], [Self-Doubt], and [Dissipation of Reason].

But what about him?

He had used Ascension so many times, and his spirit had dropped below 20 points at its lowest, yet he still had not felt anything. His recovery was also very fast.

From the conversations in the chatroom, it was clear that depleted spirit was extremely difficult to recover, yet his spirit recovered considerably faster than even his stamina.

"Could I have some special ability even I don't know about? One the Train System can't detect?"

Ye Qiyan scratched his head. Unable to figure it out, he stopped dwelling on it. Things would work themselves out when the time came. Thinking so much would only add to his worries without doing him any good.

After resting for a while, he got back to work.

One must not forget where Don Quixote had fought the giants.

This was the Wheat Field, full of ripe wheat.

He transplanted some intact plants into the growing carriage, then packed in as much of the rest as he could.

Departure countdown [3:41:08]

With forty-one minutes left until he could leave the station, Ye Qiyan was harvesting wheat when he discovered WALL-E, who had yet to return, beneath the ruins of a windmill.

"...You weren't trapped under here this whole time, were you? I was wondering why you hadn't come back after so long."

WALL-E waved its mechanical arms, its treads rolling as it kept moving in one direction.

"The treasure chest is over there?"

Ye Qiyan followed. Right in the center of the Wheat Field, beside the remains of another windmill, he remembered this was where the last giant had disappeared, and where Don Quixote's first charge had ended.

"Under here?"

He moved the rubble aside, and a dark gold fragment appeared before his eyes.

"Why does this thing look so familiar? Wait a second?"

"??"

Ye Qiyan could hardly believe what he was seeing was real.

Because buried beneath these ruins was actually one-third of the Blasphemy Card.

"What? That's the whole set? Am I dreaming?"

He had originally thought it would take a long time to find the final third of this card. After all, Shaya had even been sealed away for fifteen years over that one fragment. No matter how he looked at it, this thing ought to be exceedingly precious and rare.

He had never imagined he would find the final third at the eighth station.

Picking up the fragment, Ye Qiyan thought for a moment.

Should I combine them?

What would happen after I combined them?

Would there be danger?

His hesitation lasted only an instant before he tossed those thoughts aside.

"What's there to hesitate over? If I've got all the pieces and still don't combine them, am I even human?"

He took the other two thirds out of the Safety Box.

The three card fragments fitted together seamlessly, as though they had never been separated.

Dark gold radiance flowed out of the Blasphemy Card, turning into endless streams of light that enveloped the entire world.

The Blasphemy Card floated in midair, and faint whispers suddenly sounded beside Ye Qiyan's ears.

He could not understand them, but the sound grew louder and shriller, as though a hundred sopranos were shouting, singing, and extolling something.

Even covering his ears did nothing. The unbearable sound made Ye Qiyan draw his gun, and just as he was about to shoot the card, the sound abruptly stopped.

The radiance faded, and the dark gold card dropped into his palm.

"That was pretty scary. This thing really is bad news... I'll just check its effects. If it's no good, I'll throw it away."

Despite his words, his gaze was full of anticipation as he looked at the Blasphemy Card.

[Blasphemy Card · VII · Anchor]

[Drop Anchor: consume Mental Power to set an anchor point. A maximum of three may be set. Cooldown: one day.]

[Voyage: consume Mental Power to teleport to an anchor point's location.]

[Banishment: remove all anchor points and forcibly banish an enemy into the wilderness.]

[Return: consume all Mental Power???]

"Gulp-"

The description of the Blasphemy Card on the light screen made Ye Qiyan swallow.

So powerful. Unquestionably powerful.

If the description was correct, then as long as he dropped an anchor point at any station, he could teleport back through it even after reaching another station.

Not only that, it could also banish enemies. Although doing so would consume all his anchor points and prevent further teleportation, if he encountered danger he could hardly escape, this would undoubtedly be a trump card of the highest order.

And then there was...

The last one.

"What happens if I consume all my Mental Power?"