[Blacklight Enchanted Pistol]

On the other end of the chat, Shangguan Yingxue hesitated briefly.

Shangguan Yingxue: ["All right, but I also need some bullets. I can trade water for those too."]

This woman? Where did she get so much water?

No, having a lot of water wasn't surprising. She'd said it was lake water, after all, so her first stop was probably somewhere like a lake. What really intrigued Ye Qiyan was where she had gotten the containers to hold that water, and the carriage to store those containers.

Before the first stop's average three-hour stopping time ended, both the trading platform and the chat room had been closed.

Had she picked them up? Built them from blueprints like he had?

Ye Qiyan had no intention of refusing the trade. Since he had already sold her a gun, he would naturally trade bullets for resources too.

He placed the trade point above the water tank, and water flowed down from it.

Looking at the clean, clear water in the tank, he suppressed the urge to drink it.

Although the water looked clean, anyone with a little common sense knew that drinking lake water without filtering and boiling it was practically asking to die.

Once the trade was complete, another message arrived through the interface, along with a friend request.

["Can I trade with you again in the future?"]

["Maybe."]

Compared to that self-important Li Xiaosheng from earlier, this woman named Shangguan Yingxue was relatively less troublesome, so he chose to accept.

After finishing his trade with Shangguan Yingxue, he sold quite a few more low-grade marksman rifles and bullets to other people in succession.

He also acquired all the fiber and glass needed to reinforce the carriage. Once he reinforced it, windows appeared in the frames, greatly improving the carriage's previously drafty interior.

"Quite a haul."

After completing the final trade, Ye Qiyan had only twenty-one rifles left.

He had not set a fixed price. As long as an offer seemed reasonably suitable, he would sell.

He was not selling at a loss. Rather, Ye Qiyan knew very well that everyone else's train was still level 1. Once most people upgraded their trains for the first time and triggered the upgrade options, who knew whether they might get weapon blueprints better than these low-grade rifles?

Hoarding was not the way to go.

Low-level items like these would only lose value over time.

"Finally, nothing left to do."

Taking out a loaf of bread and some bottled water he had traded for, Ye Qiyan ate his first proper dinner since arriving in this world.

He returned to the locomotive, swaying as he found a relatively warm spot and curled up.

To hell with survival or whatever. He was so tired now that all he wanted was sleep.

Accompanied by the rhythmic clunking of the train as it traveled through the endless wilderness, Ye Qiyan gazed at the bright moon hanging high outside the window and slowly closed his eyes.

Clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk-

"Brr!"

The late-night cold made Ye Qiyan shiver.

Rubbing his eyes, he got up from the floor, rolled his slightly stiff neck, and instinctively looked out the window.

The wilderness was still the same wilderness, and an unsettling mystery hung beyond the distant horizon.

He raised his head. The cold light cast by the enormous, bright moon seemed to lend the entire world a touch of desolation.

[Stamina: 87] [Mental energy: 91]

"How long was I asleep?"

Looking at the train's built-in timestamp, Ye Qiyan rubbed his eyes.

[03:37]

Three thirty-seven. Ye Qiyan sighed helplessly and opened the chat room, watching the messages still scrolling endlessly through it.

Only a few people could sleep peacefully like him.

"Forget it. I can't sleep anyway."

Ye Qiyan brushed the dust off himself and stood up.

With this much stamina and mental energy recovered, it was time to continue using Ascension.

"I'll try this first."

The Colt M1911-if he used Ascension once on this entirely black pistol that resembled a work of art, how powerful would it become?

The upcoming second stop would no longer be a safe one. Only powerful weapons could put Ye Qiyan at ease.

"Ascension."

Stamina steadily drained from his body.

Faint patterns appeared on the previously pitch-black firearm. The gun's body became somewhat wider and longer than before, making it a little difficult to lift with one hand.

[Blacklight Enchanted Pistol] (Level 3)

[Can consume stamina to convert the bullets inside into armor-piercing rounds]

[Stamina: 47] [Mental energy: 90]

It had consumed forty points of stamina, which Ye Qiyan could still accept.

He hefted the Blacklight Pistol in his hand and stacked a few pieces of metal into a makeshift target.

He pulled the trigger, consuming stamina, and an armor-piercing round shot out with a tremendous bang and a scorching, dazzling flash.

Bang!!

Looking at the bullet hole that went all the way through, Ye Qiyan's face lit up with delighted surprise.

"So powerful. Aside from the recoil being a little heavy, is this really just a pistol?"

[Stamina: 45]

"Two points of stamina to convert one armor-piercing round? Acceptable."

"Hmm? Looks like I can use Ascension on it again?"

Ye Qiyan fiddled with the gun in his hand. After a moment's hesitation, he abandoned the idea.

He could still just barely handle its current recoil.

If its power and recoil increased again after another upgrade, he feared he would no longer be able to control it.

His remaining stamina and mental energy were enough for him to continue using Ascension.

He went to the first carriage.

Ye Qiyan reached out and touched the wall.

"Ascension."

Somewhat to his surprise, using Ascension on the carriage did not require much stamina.

[Stamina: 25]

"That little? I thought I'd have to use mental energy."

[Warm train carriage] (Level 2)

[Warmth enchantment: the interior can maintain a constant temperature of 22 degrees Celsius at all times]

"Now I won't wake up from the cold."

Although the train carriage could not undergo a second Ascension like the locomotive, Ye Qiyan was already quite satisfied with it.

"There's still plenty of time anyway. I'll sleep a little longer."

He fetched the thin blanket he had bought from the locomotive and spread it on the floor.

Losing a large amount of stamina was the best cure for insomnia.

He did not plan to use Ascension on anything else.

Tomorrow, he would reach the second stop.

Next came rest.

He would wait for tomorrow, and his arrival at a new platform.