Hundreds, thousands, or even more worlds were used as fuel.
Train Conductors had never been kindhearted beings.
Even the Heavenly Realm Organization was no different; they simply had higher moral standards.
Having decent moral standards was indeed enough to qualify as kindhearted among Train Conductors.
"Do you know how many worlds they burned for fuel?"
Zhou Shangqing's eyes were bloodshot. His voice filled with despair, he held out his gaunt fingers.
"One thousand seven hundred and ninety-six! Even if many of those worlds were merely fragmented worlds of varying levels, even if the vast majority had no life in them, do you know?! So many worlds were burned because of that one careless remark I made about using worlds as fuel!
"They're lunatics! They've all gone mad!"
Zhou Shangqing had gone mad, too.
More and more people came to know him in the world of memories.
More and more people offered him help, too.
Sometimes, as he walked through the streets of the City, people even called him a hero among Train Conductors.
From this, it was not hard to see.
At least in his era, there seemed to have been quite a few Homecomers, and they had not been enemies with the vast majority of Train Conductors as they were now.
But as those expectations grew.
So did the pressure on Zhou Shangqing.
He chose to hide.
On the small Platform that belonged to him alone, he immersed himself completely in the world of games, unwilling to leave.
Perhaps, if he had truly been allowed a few days to vent, he might not actually have broken down.
But everything was so full of dramatic turns.
As he was the implementer of this plan to cross the Wasteland, the Homecomers thought something had happened to him. On only the second