If one did not count unrestricted instances like the Bloody Train.
By his calculations, he would need more than seven months.
Die in an instance? What kind of international joke was that?
Of course, Mu Rufeng had started out with a trillion soul coins. Ten million was truly nothing to him, mere drizzle.
If other oddities found out about this, forget ten million—even ten thousand would be enough to make them kneel and call him Daddy.
Even powerful Level 6 oddities would obey his every word for a million.
In the Oddity World, the richer you were, the stronger you were. Yet the stronger you were, the poorer you became, because all your money was spent enhancing your own strength.
It could be said that the two contradicted each other.
After all, one could absorb the ghostly energy within soul coins to strengthen oneself.
Mu Rufeng stepped into Carriage 3.
The attendant in Carriage 3 was quite perceptive. She knew that contractors who could walk about freely were absolutely not to be trifled with.
She also knew that they were close to the Dining Car, so no melodramatic nonsense occurred.
She merely politely asked whether Mu Rufeng was headed for the Dining Car.
When Mu Rufeng took out his meal card, the attendant immediately stepped aside.
Some newbie players saw Mu Rufeng pass by and hesitated, wanting to speak or ask him something, but in the end, they still could not muster the courage.
It did not take long before Mu Rufeng reached the passage connecting to Carriage 2.
There was something strange here.
He did not step into Carriage 2, instead standing before its entrance.
Because Mu Rufeng discovered that Carriage 2 was completely pitch-black, without the slightest trace of light.
Calling it so dark that one could