System: My Doomsday Train-Chapter 825 - 332: Where the Hell Did This Come From!

Other people cannot enter the Time Rift.

Once inside, they age instantly, and when they come out, they're already dead.

Attempting to traverse the Time Rift with one's body is an extremely difficult task, and the train faces the same challenge.

All the secrets in the Cosmos.

Only need one method to solve them, which is...

Finding differences, and finding commonalities.

Those few...

The civilizations that once massively acquired or manufactured "Cosmic Forbidden Items" were invariably Ninth-level Civilizations.

This single piece of information is already enough.

The "Nami Civilization" is a Fifth-level Civilization, and they have visited the classified-level "Civilization Library," a place with highly valuable information where the Nami Civilization's exploration of other civilizations almost entirely relies, with all data found in this library.

This library is not open to the public.

Its main function is inheritance.

Passed on to later generations.

Only special personnel can enter to view.

He has been there, and inside, information about Advanced Civilizations is scant, even for those just one level higher, the Sixth-level Civilization, there's hardly any information, the information barriers between civilizations differing by one level are almost crushing.

The understanding of Advanced Civilizations, even lesser than his own.

This is also why the painting from the Ninth-level Civilization fetched a sky-high price when auctioned, he was just starting out then and failed to recognize its value, nearly causing a major incident, although eventually the painting's money didn't end up in his hands, but was taken by someone else.

But this also brought him many opportunities, and his development thereafter went smoothly, with continuous support, becoming a renowned entrepreneur.

It's just...

Later, when he acquired more items related to Advanced Civilizations, he dared not bring them out for sale again, the price was too high, selling them would not yield much and easily become a source of trouble.

Business cannot grow too large.

Too large and it ceases to be one's own business.

Becomes somebody else's business.

In this civilization, where he has a clear limitation on civilian armed forces, civilization is a mountain to him, no matter how much money he amasses, he is just a walking blood pack, whenever someone's child wants to start entrepreneurship, he would have to make way.

But...

"Alas."

The old man sighed deeply and tiredly looked at the books on the table, although his lifespan can be extended for a long time, he is still preparing to gradually pass his business on to his son.

He did not, like others.

Give birth to a bunch of children.

Select one perfect heir.

Perhaps because he rose from humble beginnings, he values family ties more, he doesn't want to see children fighting each other because of wealth; one child is just fine, one child inheriting all his wealth and... secrets.

He's not short of money.

His wealth is comparable to a nation; put bluntly, all the wealth of a Third-Level Civilization combined might not surpass his.

But he doesn't dare spend it.

Nor is there anywhere to spend it.

Without building a train, with the current condition of all his wealth maxing out his living conditions, he can live in extreme luxury for nearly a million years.

Of course.

He hasn't told his son how rich their family is, mainly because there's no way to explain...

Afraid of scaring the child.

He once gathered a batch of children from Fourth-level suppliers, wanting these children to play with his son, so his son wouldn't be so lonely, but... the son said those children are just rich second-generation kids, he doesn't like their bold mannerism.

Upon hearing this, he felt quite helpless.

Those are just the children of Fourth-level suppliers, even higher are Third-level, Second-level, First-level ones, all living off your father, you're the real rich second-generation here.

The gift of fate was long marked with a price in the invisible.

Though this desk has yet to demand anything of him, he always feels that one day, when this desk makes its request, it will be one he cannot refuse, unable to refuse, he doesn't know how long he'll live, only wishing for his son to quickly inherit his wealth and mantle.

He never believed anything in this world comes free.

But he has no choice.

As long as his wife and son live happily enough not to bow for five pecks of rice, that's enough, what counts are these contributions.

...

"You say..."

At this time, inside a certain train stationed in the "Pseudo-Fourth Dimension" space, a young man with long hair suddenly thought of something and said thoughtfully, "Boss, you said his father can pay so much to hire us; if we bind him up, wouldn't we earn even more?"

"Just one big job and retire?"

"..."

The man with a scar on his face sitting in the driver's seat replied coldly and expressionlessly, "In our line of work, we should avoid saying things like doing one last big job and then retiring, often that last job ends badly."

"Moreover, haven't I taught you countless times."

"Love the job in hand."

"What you've promised, you must fulfill, this way you eat comfortably and sleep soundly, living straightforwardly brings much happiness."

"Get ready, yet another pirate has arrived, prepare to act."

"No." The young man with long hair scratched his head in frustration, "Why do so many pirates come to this mining planet, does this mining planet have something special, staying long-term in the 'Pseudo-Fourth Dimension' space also consumes a lot of resources, plus so many pirates, this last job can't end up being a loss, right?"

"The escort fee is 100 billion a day, if you can lose on that, then you can retire too, less talk, get to work!"

...

"Finally repaired."

On the mining planet.

The young plump man satisfactorily fixed his robot before taking a long stretch, looking up at the sun overhead, today is a good day, he specifically chose a mining planet nearby with a Fixed Star.