System: My Doomsday Train-Chapter 819 - 331: Dragon King Returns!

An offcut of an advanced civilization.

It could overwhelm an ordinary person to death.

Impossible to swallow.

Originally, everything was developing beautifully, but recently, there always seems to be a mysterious thief appearing in his mining field and then stealing a piece of level 9 iron ore.

No...

To describe it as theft might be inappropriate.

That guy doesn’t even steal the ore dropped on the ground by the mining robots, but rather, he digs with a pickaxe himself. You can tell from his posture that he’s a seasoned miner. He’s been killed many times, but each time, he refreshes right on time.

As punctual as clockwork.

Just like going to work.

The kind of work with no days off.

And what’s even more bizarre is that he can’t see the guy’s face at all, not even what clothes he’s wearing. He can sense it’s a person and can even tell it’s a man.

But whenever he tries to focus his eyes to see more clearly, his mind gets muddled, unable to intake any information.

It gives him a drowsy feeling.

Even on the surveillance screen, it’s the same.

Extremely eerie.

The young man lay bored on the desk. There’s no internet here; the network hasn’t been extended to the Southern Border. No signal base stations. Internet costs are exorbitant here, a million units of iron ore per minute.

He surely won’t spend that money.

Although he knew upon coming here that this journey was destined to be lonely, actually staying here is somewhat torturous.

But soon.

"Come on!"

The young man straightened up, emanating an unyielding energy, eyes filled with resilience. He can’t just return in defeat; otherwise, that old bastard would mock him to death. He must accomplish something!

Let that old bastard know, just like you could start from scratch back then, I can do the same!

Then he sighed with relief, took out a screen from the desk drawer, and started selecting today’s entertainment films, sliding through films. Fortunately, he downloaded quite a few before coming, enough to watch ten a day for three years.

Three years later.

The Dragon King returns!

Just a moment...

He looked awkwardly at the remaining films. It’s been less than half a year, and he’s finished over half. What now? He has a bit of a cleanliness obsession and never watches a film again once he’s seen it.

At that moment——

The man suddenly noticed out of the corner of his eye that the "Mysterious Miner," which he couldn’t directly look at, appeared on the surveillance screen again.

"Here we go again!"

The man’s expression changed slightly, feeling an urge to curse, but soon realized this time, the man, although still holding a pickaxe, didn’t start mining as soon as he appeared like before. Instead, he stood still, like waiting for something.

Could it be...

He placed the tablet aside, put on his pants, and took out a control handle for a "Weaponized Robot" from the drawer. A weaponized robot quickly emerged from behind the room, striding toward the position on the surveillance screen where the mysterious miner appeared.

Quickly!

The weaponized robot had arrived right in front of the "Mysterious Miner."

While performing the micro-operation, he looked at the screen where the mysterious man remained indescribable, light bending continuously on the surface, and tried to communicate via loudspeaker: "Hello...?"

He had only seen this situation once before, on the surface of a being.

It was a once instantaneous expansion of a massive Stellar Giant Beast, with its size bloating so fast that the naked eye couldn’t keep up, causing such a space-time distortion that was impossible to look at directly.

But he never thought, one day, he could see such an effect on a person.

The mysterious miner remained silent without speaking.

After a long while.

He raspily opened his mouth and slowly said, "Okay."

"..."

The young man was slightly stunned, not expecting the other party could communicate smoothly using the old cosmic language. He knew the old cosmic language; the wealthy and powerful kids loved using it to appear more prestigious.

He never liked hanging with those people and never used it.

Found it pretentious.

But he was just modest because his parents were really rich. If he wanted to, he could join in, maybe even form his own small clique.

Then he hurriedly cleared his throat; although he hadn’t spoken the old cosmic language for a long time, muscle memory remained.

"Hello, senior, I wonder... what business do you have visiting my humble abode multiple times?"

However.

The mysterious miner fell into a long silence again, without speaking for a long time.

...

Meanwhile, on the other side, in the Fixed Star Train!

The miner’s dream was unfolding in the Fixed Star Train.

"How to respond?"

Ai’s voice resounded in the train.

"Wait."

Chen Mang, lightly rubbing his temples in some frustration, thought things were somewhat deviating from the plan. He intended to awe the other using the old cosmic language, but now it felt absurd; the other was more fluent, whereas he only knew some simple phrases.

Communication now became a problem.

His miner couldn’t speak the cosmic language.

Then how to communicate?

Speak Mandarin?

"Bring Coco’s train captain soon."

A few minutes later.

The train captain of Coco, the only train captain of the Nia Civilization, entered the train room, yet before he could observe his surroundings, he was pulled by Chen Mang to a table at the side: "I wander in the corners of the Cosmos, trying to reclaim my lost name, do you know what I am called?"