System: My Doomsday Train-Chapter 823 - 332: Where the Hell Did This Come From!

Chapter 823: Chapter 332: Where the Hell Did This Come From!

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Inside the Constant Star Train cabin. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Chen Mang sat alone on the train, gazing into the vast depths of the Cosmos in silence. For now, he had no leads on the matter and only knew that the Level 10 telescope had slipped from his possession. How it ended up in the hands of that chubby guy’s father, who was light years away, was completely unclear.

The recent events had been numerous.

So...

Let’s relax for a bit.

It’s been a long time since I’ve relaxed.

Back during the Doomsday, I could relax often. Though resources were tight then, at least there weren’t as many matters to attend to. Ever since leaving Water Blue Star, things have multiplied, and my free time has dwindled.

I’ve completely forgotten what it feels like to relax.

"Ai, ask Ji Chuchu and Yan Yao to come over."

"Yes."

It seems it’s truly been too long since I’ve summoned them; Ji Chuchu’s name even felt somewhat unfamiliar to him.

Soon—

Ji Chuchu and Yan Yao pushed open the train cabin door and entered together, followed by a group of women who looked as beautiful as Celestial Immortals.

"What’s this?"

"These were sent from Black Tortoise Star last time. Master Mang, you haven’t enjoyed them yet."

"It does seem like that’s the case."

Chen Mang nodded, having forgotten about this altogether, and casually grabbed a few Red Heart Nuts from a drawer to snack on, waving his hand: "Play a song first, to liven things up."

...

Meanwhile—

Light years away.

An old man sitting in his study was busy writing when his pen suddenly ran out of ink. This little mishap made him frown slightly. Since waking up yesterday, he had felt uneasy, as if something was about to happen.

And this mishap heightened his sense of foreboding.

Without delay,

he dialed the guards he had hired at great expense to protect the Southern Border and asked in a deep voice, "What’s the situation?"

A response came quickly over the phone.

"All is well. Your son is happily repairing his armed robot, and there are no issues. Any pirates approaching this mining star are swiftly dealt with by us."

Hearing this, the old man breathed a slight sigh of relief, "Keep it up. Upon successful completion of your task, there’s a generous bonus awaiting you."

"Understood."

Assured that his troublesome son was fine, the old man poured himself a cup of hot tea, yet he still felt a weight pressing on his heart.

"Could it be that my body truly needs repair..."

Absentmindedly, the old man pulled out a device from his pocket, inserted the needle into his body to check his health data in real-time. Despite his wealth, he would wait to repair his body until it was absolutely unusable.

No matter how wealthy, the same applies.

It’s not about the money.

The longer the repair intervals, the longer one can live.

To this day, civilization has not found a way for humans to achieve immortality. Or rather, such a method should not exist. Even the Cosmos is not eternal. How could anything within it attain immortality?

Including—

Cultivation Civilizations.

After a Cultivation Civilization attains the status of an Immortal Emperor and seeks immortality, it isn’t true immortality but rather life as long as the Cosmos. When the Cosmos perishes, their life ends as well. It’s not true transcendence over all things.

Everything in this universe is reliant on this Cosmos.

The old man once again sat at his desk, browsing through books and notes. Recently, he had acquired something incredible from a Cultivation Civilization, a... sixth-level Cultivation Civilization.

That’s remarkable.

His current civilization, the Fifth-level Nami Civilization, had only existed for 5,000 years. But a sixth-level Cultivation Civilization would have lasted millions or even tens of millions of years.

Requiring extensive accumulation of time.

Moreover, "Cultivation Civilization" is characterized by an extremely uneven development curve. At the initial stages, they’re incredibly weak, almost unable to compete with any civilization of the same level at Levels 1, 2, and 3. Even if they’re powerful later on, with the current form of Cosmic civilization...

The inherent weakness in early stages means they’re destined to have no future.

In a situation where anyone could kick them down, where is the chance for the later stages to develop?

This he does not intend to place in his "Auction House." It’s too conspicuous. He plans to research it himself.

He owns numerous companies.

But the one that truly got him off the ground and remains his most profitable venture to this day is the "Fengtian Auction House," which brings him substantial profits annually. Everyone wants to know through what channels he acquires those rare collectibles.

He has several fleets, sailing long journeys out in the universe, collecting those scattered products within the Cosmos.

But—

In truth, this is all a cover.

His actual largest channel for obtaining these rare items is...

The old man slowly put down the pen, still feeling somewhat uneasy. He opened a drawer and looked at a teapot that had inexplicably appeared there, smiling as he sensed a new acquisition.

It seemed like a product of Cultivation Civilization.

What exactly it was needed further identification.

Yes.

The treasure that truly set him on his path of success was actually this drawer, part of a desk he had bought at a negligibly low price in a discarded second-hand furniture market during his early struggling days.

Once, while working overnight, he accidentally spilled a nosebleed on the desk.

A magical scene unfolded.

The desk emitted a yellow glow, and the drawer opened automatically.

Since then.