["Fengfeng, you must live freely..."]
["Don't stay here. Run away, as far as you can..."]
["We are a race of the Wasteland, we are part of the wind, we... are wind that can never stop..."]
Newcomer Platform.
Fourth stop.
The girl named Fengfeng opened her eyes and touched her cheeks.
Tears had already soaked the front of her clothes.
"That nightmare again..."
She was a Platform Lord, a [Wind Element] who had lost her past, and now, a human.
"Wind..."
On the day the [Wind] of Solo City was extinguished, she had remembered a great deal.
She was a wisp of wind from the Wasteland, a being who had fled to a certain magical world and been called a wind elf. After that world was destroyed, she had fallen along with [Fengfeng Mall], becoming a [Lord] of a Platform World.
Now, she was merely a human.
A human who had set out anew, boarded a new train, and entered the Wasteland to start over.
"I wonder how everyone is doing now."
Muttering to herself, she went to the front of the train and opened her System Light Screen.
In her friends tab, all her friends from the Guild she had joined, [Libra], were blocked.
After being chosen as a Newcomer Train Conductor for this batch, she had remembered her entire past. As a wisp of [Wind] from the Wasteland, after the pinnacle of [Wind] perished, she had been selected by the Train System as a newcomer to start over, perhaps because she was now a human.
Or perhaps... because she had once failed.
The vast majority of these one million new Train Conductors seemed to share something in common.
[Former losers]
Whether they were Apostles of gods or generals of emperors... human or nonhuman, none of it mattered...
The Train