Chapter 150: The Fourth Stop — Fiction Station
The live stream belonging to Shen Yu had gone dark again.
The barrage immediately erupted.
Wild Boar Peppa: Wow!
"No wonder!"
"This is basically the modern version of Ghost Rider Pro Max!"
"No one can stop Shen Yu now!"
Ghost Rider Ning Kai Chun: Even I have to admit defeat.
"I can’t watch this anymore."
"Let’s see what’s happening in the other countries."
Blue Lotus: Ha!
"No way."
"Why is everyone’s screen black?"
Selling Drinks in Maong: I have no idea.
"The carriage suddenly broke apart."
"Fortunately, Malin left early, and Menloa found Bill in time to use Golden Hero."
Suck a Bule: See?
"What did I say?"
"This level isn’t difficult."
"As long as everyone works together, we can definitely clear this instance."
Across the various perspectives of the United Nations broadcast, the comments were filled with excitement.
For the first time, people from different countries seemed united.
Everyone was celebrating.
Everyone believed the participants had finally found the rhythm of the dungeon.
But in the perspective belonging to Beautiful Country—
The atmosphere was completely different.
The comments exploded.
Reborn Selling Goods at Times Square: What?!
"Are you kidding me?"
"Bill!"
"Are you bronze?!"
"I thought you were some ranked player!"
"Turns out you’re just a bronze noob!"
Strict Farmer: Are you seriously lying there like a dead man?
"Couldn’t you have acted before it happened?"
"Damn it!"
"Useless!"
Freedom America: "Bill!"
"I have my rhythm!"
Another Viewer: Your rhythm got blown away!
"You didn’t take down a single person!"
"I see it now."
"This guy isn’t a Future Plunderer."
"He’s a Future Joker!"
"No wonder he has no future!"
Another comment appeared.
"Why do I feel like Malin has some problem too?"
"Stop making excuses."
"A useless person is useless."
"Luckily, the screen is completely black."
"Nothing has been exposed yet."
"There’s still a chance."
"Damn it."
"Even after entering such a strange situation, you haven’t accomplished anything."
Clang.
Clang.
Clang.
The Twilight Express continued racing through the darkness.
The train moved at high speed, disappearing deeper into the tunnel.
Inside Sandy’s bedroom, Shen Yu was holding Sandy in his arms.
Neither of them moved for a moment.
Sandy’s warm breath brushed against his face.
Her eyes remained fixed on him.
"What’s wrong?"
"Are you still planning something?"
Shen Yu’s lips slowly curled upward.
"Wait a moment."
Sandy blinked.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean literally."
"Wait a moment."
"What are you hiding?"
Just as Sandy seemed unable to wait any longer, she leaned closer and left a faint mark on his shoulder.
"Wait..."
"Sandy."
"Sandy."
Suddenly—
A violent tremor came from the rear of the Twilight Express.
At almost the same moment, a strange groan echoed from the front of the train.
Sandy’s entire body stiffened.
Her expression changed immediately.
"Dad?"
"What happened?"
Her father’s voice came through the carriage.
"My body..."
"It feels like it’s been cut open."
"It hurts."
"It hurts so much."
Sandy immediately became anxious.
"You’ll be fine."
"Dad, you’ll be fine."
"I’ll take care of you."
Her father’s voice continued trembling.
"You..."
"You’ll recover?"
"Yes."
"You’ll recover."
"Dad, you will."
Shen Yu’s eyes narrowed.
Then—
His hand suddenly wrapped around Sandy’s neck.
The pressure made her body tense.
He leaned closer.
"Answer your father’s words."
"Quickly."
Sandy’s eyes widened.
"Answer him."
"I..."
Her voice trembled.
"Dad..."
"You’ll recover."
"You’ll definitely recover."
After a moment, the old man’s voice gradually faded.
Shen Yu finally released his grip.
His expression remained calm.
He had done it deliberately.
He had already noticed something.
Every time the train entered a tunnel, something unusual happened.
And whenever the train behaved strangely—
Sandy’s so-called father reacted.
So Shen Yu had deliberately stimulated Sandy to see whether her father would respond.
And he had been right.
Sandy’s neck was flushed from the pressure.
Her breathing was uneven.
Yet her eyes were filled with excitement.
"Oh, darling."
"What other tricks do you have?"
"Use them all on me."
Ding!
[Goddess Sandy’s Favorability +15.]
[Current Favorability: 65.]
Shen Yu froze.
For the next thirty to forty minutes, the rhythmic sounds of the train continued echoing through the carriage.
Clang.
Clang.
Clang.
Outside the window, the scenery rushed past.
Inside Sandy’s bedroom, Shen Yu finally lay on the bed.
He rested his head against Sandy’s shoulder and closed his eyes for a brief nap.
Sandy gently stroked his face.
Her expression was filled with comfort.
Then—
Ding!
[Goddess Sandy’s Favorability +5.]
[Current Favorability: 70.]
The system notification echoed beside Shen Yu’s ear.
Shen Yu opened his eyes.
He couldn’t help sighing.
"Damn."
"This foreign ghost really is difficult."
"After all that, I only gained five points?"
"How much more stimulation does she need?"
Sandy leaned closer.
The scent of her perfume drifted across his face.
She gently bit his ear.
"Why don’t you consider staying?"
"Stay here and take care of me and my father."
"Don’t worry."
"Even though the Twilight Express is small, we can give you anything you want."
"What do you say?"
Another invitation.
Another olive branch.
Sandy’s eyes were filled with hope.
She looked almost like a woman quietly hoping her husband wouldn’t leave.
But Shen Yu shook his head.
"How about I take you away?"
Sandy’s expression softened.
"Leave?"
Then she shook her head.
"I’m sorry for saying this so bluntly."
"But it’s impossible."
"Entities like me can’t leave the instance."
"And even if I could leave..."
"I can’t abandon my father."
Shen Yu remained silent.
Sandy lowered her eyes.
"I won’t force you."
"If you manage to leave this instance..."
"Come and see me and my father in the real world."
"The Memory Train will open its doors to you."
Her soft hair fell across her face.
Shen Yu could only see her chin as she slowly lowered her head.
Then Sandy shifted her position.
She moved closer to him.
"How about..."
"Before we reach the station, one more time?"
Her voice was warm and teasing.
Shen Yu was about to refuse when—
Woo! Woo!
The train announcement suddenly interrupted them.
[The train is currently traveling at 290 kilometers per hour.]
[Approximately 130 minutes remain until Fiction Station.]
Shen Yu froze.
Something was wrong.
He immediately noticed the problem.
Wait.
Excluding the time that has already passed...
There should be at most around one hundred minutes left.
Why does the announcement say one hundred and thirty?
And more importantly—
The train’s speed was decreasing.
"What is going on?"
Before Shen Yu could think further, Sandy suddenly leaned against him.
A strange throbbing sensation appeared in his head.
His forehead tightened.
His veins bulged.
The world before his eyes gradually blurred.
Strange images flashed through his mind.
Unreal.
Fragmented.
Impossible to understand.
His eyelids became heavier.
Then—
He completely lost consciousness.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
The Twilight Express continued speeding through the darkness.
Inside Sandy’s bedroom—
Shen Yu had fallen into a deep sleep.
And in the rear carriage—
Bill, Menloa, and Malin also collapsed almost simultaneously.
One after another, the participants lost consciousness.
No one remained awake.
The entire train had fallen silent.
Shen Yu’s last thought before losing consciousness was simple.
Something is wrong.
This time...
Can we still pass?
Sandy slowly adjusted Shen Yu’s clothes.
Then she stood up.
She carefully carried him toward the carriage where Bill and the others were.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
The train continued moving.
No one knew how much time had passed.
Eventually—
A layer of bloody mist appeared outside the windows.
The clear sky disappeared behind the red haze.
Then—
A flashing sign appeared ahead.
FICTION STATION
The Twilight Express slowly approached the platform.
But this time, the station looked nothing like before.
There were no clean floors.
No orderly waiting hall.
No peaceful atmosphere.
Instead—
Rotten human bones were scattered everywhere.
Dismembered limbs lay across the ground.
Blood covered the walls.
Pieces of flesh were strewn across the platform.
Flies swarmed through the air.
Maggots crawled through the rotting remains.
The entire station looked like an apocalyptic ruin.
The electronic announcement echoed through the carriage.
[Fiction Station has arrived.]
[Fiction Station has arrived.]
[This train will stop for three hours.]
[Next station: Dusk Station.]
[Passengers who wish to continue traveling on this train, please disembark and purchase a transfer card.]
The announcement slowly faded.
Sandy stood beside Shen Yu.
Her figure gradually became transparent.
She looked toward him for a final moment before disappearing.
A few seconds later—
Shen Yu’s eyes suddenly opened.
"My head..."
"It hurts."
He slowly raised a hand and rubbed his throbbing forehead.
His vision was still blurry.
He looked around suspiciously.
The first thing he noticed was that the carriage was strangely quiet.
Then—
He remembered nothing.
Not what had happened.
Not why he had fallen asleep.
And not what had happened while he was unconscious.
Outside the window—
The ruined Fiction Station waited in silence.
The fourth stop had begun.