Train Survival: I Can Ascend Anything!
Chapter 797

The opponent for the final trial! A victory set in stone!

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Thirteen days had passed since the day he completed the Ascension.

Ye Qiyan had stayed in the Matrix Space, only occasionally going out for a stroll and having Lisette take a few photos of him as keepsakes.

For the rest of the time, Ye Qiyan remained in the Train's Training Ground, familiarizing himself with and using the three items that had undergone Ascension.

He still did not know who his next opponent would be.

Although Miatila had kept the Netherworld System blocked out all this time, it had never sent him a single message either.

The trials in the Mooncore-Level Arena continued.

There were other Trial-takers besides Ye Qiyan.

And on this fourteenth day, he actually saw a Train Conductor complete twelve trials and leave this world.

Without any Train Coins, the man could not afford the three thousand Train Coins the Train System charged for a forced departure.

He could only keep trying and growing stronger.

Ye Qiyan's appearance had initially plunged that man into despair.

But later, when he discovered that Ye Qiyan's third opponent was stronger than his own eleventh opponent, he finally felt completely reassured.

He waited for his Guide to make arrangements and, at last, got his twelfth opponent.

A Ghost Spirit who had likewise reached the twelfth match.

After winning, the man boarded his Train and left this world without hesitation.

The Guide responsible for him left despondently, her face expressionless.

Clearly, that Train Conductor would never enter the Corona-Level Arena, nor could he help that Guide recover her soul.

But had that Train Conductor done anything wrong?

Clearly not.

With insufficient strength, even if he really entered the Corona-Level Arena, it would serve no purpose beyond leaving him trapped there until he died.

Disguised as a vampire noble, Ye Qiyan followed the crowd

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