System: My Doomsday Train-Chapter 820 - 331: Return of the Dragon King!

"Translate this sentence into Cosmos language, then write it on a piece of paper."

Quickly.

The middle-aged man did not hesitate much. He immediately picked up a pen and wrote this sentence on the paper. Soon after, the paper appeared in the miner’s hand in the dream, and then the miner handed this piece of paper to the armed robot in front of him.

The content in the dream can be freely created by Ai.

But whether it can be brought into reality depends entirely on luck. Moreover, bringing things into reality requires consuming the capacity of the "Dream Stone," and items that exceed the energy of the Dream Stone cannot be brought out.

But...

If the other party in the dream perceives it as reality, then the things created in the dream seem to be able to be handed directly to the other party.

However, this is limited to ordinary items.

For example, paper notes. He cannot manifest hundreds of level 9 iron ores out of thin air and give them to the other party; a single Dream Stone simply cannot provide that much energy.

...

"..."

The young man sat inside the house, looking at the content on the screen’s paper note, a tremor flashed through his eyes. Damn it, could it be a ghost... is the air conditioning temperature set too low? Why does his back feel chilly?

The content on this line is very strange.

The Cosmos is so vast.

It is normal for some bizarre things to happen. At this moment, he doesn’t want to think about anything; he just wants to quickly send this thing away. He doesn’t want it to mess up his mining site, and most importantly, he doesn’t want it to mess him up. He just wants to mine, not lose his life.

He quickly spoke through the loudspeaker again, "I don’t know, sir."

Quickly.

The other party handed over another piece of paper.

"I remember having an enemy from the Level 6 Civilization, the Kaka Civilization. Are you from this civilization?"

"Phew..."

The young man let out a sigh of relief and spoke again, "No, sir, you’ve got the wrong person. I am from the Fifth-level Civilization, the Nami Civilization, and I am a good person."

Then.

The other party handed him another piece of paper.

"You’re a good person. Can we become friends?"

The young man was about to respond, his mouth slightly opened and closed, suddenly stunned. Could it be... could this be a cosmic opportunity? There are indeed many opportunities in the depths of the Cosmos. Could this be one of them?

After hesitating for a moment, he tentatively spoke.

"Of course."

"Then, as a friend, could you tell me about interesting things in your civilization?"

"Uh, what type would you like to hear?"

"Any type is fine. As long as it’s told by a friend, I love to listen."

"Let me think... hmm... what should I talk about? Okay, let me tell you how my father started from scratch. Although I don’t like him much, I must admit that his experiences are definitely legendary."

"In this aspect, I do admire him."

"To this day, I still don’t know exactly how his first pot of gold came about. I only know that suddenly he made 10 billion. My mother said it seemed to have something to do with accidentally entering a Time Rift or something. For us at the time, it was astronomical. After he got this sum of money, it’s like my father suddenly maxed out his investment talents..."

...

At this moment.

In the Cosmos within the atmosphere of the mining star where the young man resides.

An armored train, armed to the teeth, hides itself in the "Pseudo-Fourth Dimension," undetectable by any radar.

"Ugh."

Inside the train, a long-haired white-haired man lies bored on the sofa, trimming his nails lazily, "Boss, we are the renowned escort team of the Nami Civilization, we’ve participated in many large-scale projects of civilization pioneering, even attacked several large Third-level Civilizations."

"Yet—"

"Now we’ve fallen to the point of looking after kids for a living?"

"Such a life is too boring, isn’t it?"

The middle-aged, scar-faced man sitting in a chair, without raising his head, replied coldly, "Each day here makes more money than any day we’ve spent on large projects before. The employer is willing to spend money, and since we’ve taken the money, we do the job well!"

"Our mission is to ensure the absolute safety of the young master down on the mining star!"

"Even if this mining star suddenly explodes, the young master must survive!"

"Ugh."

The white-haired man lying on the sofa spread his hands helplessly, "I know, boss, just feel a bit bored. I prefer the life of fighting and killing. Watching kids is the most uninteresting."

"Plus this guy has such a unique taste."

"Other wealthy heirs go to these remote places with a gaggle of girls, but he comes with a bunch of films. That’s really down-to-earth."

"I’m curious."

"Does he know that even if he mines the entire site exhaustively, the profits are only sufficient to hire us here for a day? Having a rich dad is great, why don’t I have one?"

At this moment—

The middle-aged scar-faced man’s expression suddenly turned cold, looking at several red dots slowly approaching on the radar, "Pirates are approaching the mining star, prepare to act, don’t make too much commotion."

"Roger!"

...

Inside the wooden house.

At first, the young man just tried communicating, but as they chatted, he opened up, excitedly talking about the interesting things he knew.

It’s been a long time since he talked to anyone.

He’s long been holding in.

After a long time.

The young man stopped reluctantly, "What about you, have you ever had any interesting experiences before?"

"I’ve seen a gigantic Stellar Giant Beast."

"How big?"

"2.5 light-years in length."

"Impossible, there’s no way such a large Stellar Giant Beast could exist, that’s just unreasonable." The young man instinctively shook his head in denial.