System: My Doomsday Train-Chapter 922 - 350: Hell Forbidden Items

In an unknown city on an unknown planet within the Second Cosmos, a group led by Chen Mang arrived.

Strangely enough.

Although the people here are deceased, there isn’t that overwhelming aura of death on them. Their bodies aren’t decayed, nor are they ghostlike. They look almost indistinguishable from normal humans.

No.

Should be said there is no difference at all.

This saved quite a bit of effort.

At first, Chen Mang thought he might need to do some disguising to avoid exposing himself as a living person, but upon closer contact with these "hell residents," he discovered...

They are all living people.

Not a single dead one.

There are many pedestrians on the road. The city is a modern city, with skyscrapers and neon lights, bustling streets filled with cars, everything that makes one often forget they are in what is called the "Second Cosmos"... hell.

"..."

Chen Mang, along with Biaozi and others, stood in front of a roadside vendor, watching as a vendor throws some unknown bugs about palm-sized into batter, coats them a few times, then throws them into an oil pot. After frying, they sprinkle some chili powder.

It seems to be a local snack.

Only...

A bit hellish.

He can barely accept eating bugs, but at most can accept those similar to the size of a finger-sized cicada, palm-sized bugs already challenge his limits, and he never came from Guangxi.

His lips twitched slightly.

So he led Biaozi and others away from the vendor. Over the years, in his spare time, he has been learning Cosmian language. Now he can communicate fluently and smoothly with Cosmian language, which is the language used in this city’s signs and communication.

Therefore.

He can basically live normally in this city, though he still occasionally hears some minority languages he doesn’t understand.

Incidentally, Cosmian language can be instantly mastered through memory implantation, but he is sensitive about this matter and is unwilling to erase any of his memories or implant a memory.

This makes him feel somewhat impure.

Feels like he’s not truly himself.

...

Three hours later.

Chen Mang and Biaozi sat in a roadside coffee shop, letting out a light sigh.

"Pretty good."

It seems now the "Second Cosmos" is a complete and independent universe, except that resources and any Special Tools have a "hell" prefix, cannot be used in the First Cosmos, can only circulate in this universe.

He originally wanted to buy some snacks or something.

But...

Not a penny to his name.

No local currency, no hell iron ore, can’t buy a thing.

At the moment, they are sitting at the free tables outside the coffee shop, haven’t gone in, can’t afford coffee, new to the place, he’s also not keen on drinking a free cup of coffee.

Meaning.

The freedom to travel between the "Second Cosmos" and the "First Cosmos" is essentially just for sightseeing.

Can’t really act as a profiteer.

And he learned quite a bit about the "Second Cosmos."

For instance...

There’s a hierarchy here, too. Knowing Cosmian language in life and having family in the First Cosmos regularly burning paper, that’s third class.

Not understanding Cosmian language, unable to integrate into this world quickly, but having family burning paper, that’s sixth class.

Not understanding Cosmian language, no one caring after death, that’s ninth class.

As for first class, that would be understanding Cosmian language in life, knowing about the existence of the Second Cosmos, having family madly burning incense after death, measured in tons, then living in the Second Cosmos would definitely be enjoyable.

Besides.

No overly special places in the Second Cosmos. It’s a place everyone has a chance to come to after death, where you can live indefinitely until...you don’t want to live anymore.

The suicide rate here is high.

Every year a large number of people commit suicide.

In absence of natural death from old age, unable to kill each other, suicide becomes the sole way to die.

Just then—

Chen Mang suddenly felt his staff gently vibrating, even his hat vibrated, not only that, the sunglasses in his shirt pocket also vibrated, like they sensed something.

"..."

He slightly froze, recalling the full names of these three Special Tools.

Named "Hell Staff," "Hell Hat," "Hell Sunglasses."

Special Tools with hell prefix, deeply connected with this place...

But...

Isn’t this normal?

In the First Cosmos, many Special Tools have the hell prefix, including some components, like the "Hell Cannon," and he wasn’t the only one possessing them. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

He raised his staff, stood still, his body constantly turning, facing different directions.

Until when they faced directly north, the staff stopped vibrating.

He looked up ahead.

That’s a dark alley across the street.

"Another alley."

Chen Mang said quietly, evidently the staff was drawn by something and guiding him, but whether it’s fortune or misfortune remains to be seen. He lightly patted the brooch on his chest, as the saying goes, "courage follows skill."

He rose, leaned on his staff, crossed the bustling street, heading toward the opposite side.

This process lasted six minutes.

The street isn’t wide.

Only eight lanes.

However, there are no traffic lights, the cars on the street are speeding fast, crossing the street is truly not an easy task.