The blinding red light, like splashed blood, instantly flooded the entire carriage, replacing the usual cold white tones.
The piercing alarm blared without warning, one blare after another, like the mournful howl of a dying beast, violently assaulting everyone's eardrums and nerves.
Having just returned from the ancient mansion ghost marriage instance, Xiao Jin hadn't even had time to stand properly when her eyes suddenly narrowed and her body instinctively went into a state of alert.
The black jade blood python on its shoulder also raised its head, its scarlet tongue hissing as it sensed this unusual danger signal.
[WARNING! Unknown high-dimensional energy tidal fluctuations detected! Survival game sequence accelerated!]
[Attention all players! The rest period for the login point will be adjusted to 30 standard days!]
[The final survival instance, "Crimson Finale," will open in 30 standard days! Immediately, all surviving players on Earth will be teleported to this instance!]
The outcome of this instance will directly determine the survival and ownership of the Blue Star civilization's flame. All players, please be prepared!
The cold, merciless system notification sound, like a heavy hammer, pounded into the hearts of all players.
The entire train space first held its breath, then erupted into an unprecedented wave of panic.
Although players cannot see what is happening in the other carriages, they can almost imagine the chaos and desperate screams that followed that moment of deathly silence.
The regional channels exploded instantly, with information scrolling at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow:
"Holy crap! The ultimate dungeon? Are you kidding me?!"
"One month...is there only one month left? I'm not ready yet!"
"All players... how many people is that? This is the ultimate battle royale! And since it's called the final instance, you can imagine how difficult it is."
"Civilization survival? Does that mean if we lose, Earth will cease to exist?"
"This damn survival game is just not giving us a way to live!"
"Hahaha, it's over, it's all over! I should have died a quick death in the last dungeon!"
"Any pros want to team up? Looking for a carry! Maxed out life skills, can make beds, fold blankets, cook, and shout '666'!" This is the atmosphere group.
"I'm desperately seeking reliable teammates. The ticket is the gold item [Substitute Puppet]. Top 100 players on the power rankings, please DM me!"
Since all the players are here, teaming up is definitely a good option, and this player obviously thought so too.
To find reliable teammates, they were even willing to use precious 'substitute items'. No wonder they only want people in the top 100 of the combat power ranking.
Xiao Jin was secretly tempted when she saw this.
"Any kind soul willing to lend me some points? I'll pay you back double for running dungeons. May my whole family die if I'm lying!" This person is planning to get something for nothing.
Sure enough, someone quickly retorted.
"Get lost. I already said it's the final dungeon, and we don't even know if there will be a next time. This is the time to use up your points, who would be stupid enough to lend them to you?"
"Shut up, you poor bastard. I'm just trying to make you look powerful by borrowing points!"
In an instant, the channel was filled with despair, curses, pleas, and frantic clamor, like a chaotic dance of demons before the apocalypse.
Xiao Jin glanced at the channel that was flooding the screen with messages without any expression, and then closed the interface.
Then she walked to the window of the carriage, which had been altered, if it could still be called a window.
The view outside the window was no longer a real landscape; tracks, farmland, grassland, trees... everything disappeared, replaced by a constantly churning, ominous dark red data stream.
It was as if the entire train was heading towards a gigantic maw that would devour everything.
At this moment, a private communication request came in, signed by Wen Baiqiu.
After the call connected, Wen Baiqiu's voice, which always carried a touch of elegance and magnetism, came through, but at this moment it couldn't hide a hint of fatigue and seriousness: "Ajin, did you see it?"
"Hmm." Xiao Jin responded coldly, but not distantly.
Previously, in the Ghost Marriage instance, time was tight, danger lurked everywhere, and there were many outsiders present. After the two recognized each other, they focused more on completing the game tasks and didn't have time to say many things in detail.
At this moment, through the communication device, Wen Baiqiu's voice revealed deep guilt and lingering fear: "It's my fault for being useless. I lost my memory, and you suffered so much alone..."
"My sister and the Wen family..." His voice choked with emotion, his composure as a noble young man shattered completely in the face of the tragedy of his loved ones.
“It’s all in the past.” Xiao Jin interrupted him, her voice still calm: “We’ve already avenged ourselves. Those who survived can’t dwell on the past forever.”
If your maternal grandparents were still alive, they would definitely be happy that you are still alive.
A heavy breathing sound came from the other end: "Yes, you're right, but it's not just me, it's you too."
At this point, Wen Baiqiu chuckled softly, her tone full of regret: "It's just a pity that your maternal grandparents couldn't see what you looked like."
Your eldest uncle was very happy when he found out your older sister was pregnant, and he and your aunt even prepared a gift together…
Xiao Jin sighed inside the carriage, not interrupting Wen Baiqiu's rambling. He was wrong; the only one truly alive is yourself…
The two talked for about half an hour, mostly with Wen Baiqiu asking questions and Xiao Jin answering.
As for the Wen family's problems, Wen Baiqiu didn't mention them again. Neither of them had the habit of dwelling on sadness, and Wen Baiqiu quickly adjusted her emotions.
He knew that his niece was far more resilient and ruthless than she appeared; just looking at how a young girl who had just come of age could have reached this point made it clear.
Then, the two exchanged some guesses about the final instance.
With her innate keenness, Wen Baiqiu conveyed some vague information to Xiao Jin: the final instance was extremely dangerous, but not an absolute dead end; the system seemed to have been intentionally filtering something all along.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Jin didn't show anything on the surface, but she was secretly surprised.
My uncle is indeed very capable; I only confirmed this when I was discussing it with Jian Yiqiu. He had limited clues, yet he was still able to deduce these things.
Before ending the call, Wen Baiqiu solemnly said, "Ajin, be careful in everything. Although we're in the same instance, we might not start together."
But no matter what, we... must survive together.
"Definitely, and you be careful too." Xiao Jin nodded seriously.
After hanging up the call, the icy coldness in Xiao Jin's eyes melted slightly for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.
If you want to live, you can't just talk about it; you have to keep moving and training!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com