Chapter 2815: Fragile Players
After listening to the buzz cut man's words, Xu Huo directly put away the "Green Moss" and got up to head toward the dining car.
The buzz cut man didn't press the issue either, simply turning around to find another target.
There were quite a few players in the dining car, and the atmosphere was decent. They were chatting in small groups, with the main topic being the xenomorph attack the train had encountered the previous day.
It wasn't actually that common for high-level trains to encounter xenomorphs, though of course, it could also be that the players had grown stronger and simply didn't take ordinary attacks seriously anymore.
The people in the dining car were mainly discussing the peculiarities of the xenomorph that had attacked the train last night.
Although xenomorphs had body structures similar to humans, their appearance was already far removed from humanity, so ordinary players had no psychological barriers when killing them. One player showed a recording of the xenomorph that had climbed onto the rear carriage last night.
"If it weren't for the scales and armor on its face, just looking at the shadow, you'd really think it was a person. Xenomorphs usually appear in groups, but this time only three came."
"That's not strange. I've heard this type of xenomorph becomes less and less human-like," another player said. "To a large extent, they're actually degenerated players."
"Then how did they appear near the tracks?" a female player asked. "After players degenerate, most are either killed or imprisoned by their respective districts. There's no way they could reach the dimensional tracks."
"You've been a player for so long, don't you know that this track was originally set up by the game as an obstacle for us?" another female player with green hair said. "Otherwise, how could xenomorphs appear near the tracks? Look at the space on both sides of the tracks—it's like a jigsaw puzzle. I can't even imagine what would happen to a person who went in there."
What would happen...
Xu Huo's gaze fell on the space outside the window, which was divided into upper and lower layers like a computer desktop, each with completely different scenery. He gained a new insight.
Ever since learning about hyperdimensional space power, he understood that the area near the dimensional tracks was likely occupied by such power. Players couldn't perceive it because the gap was too vast—just as ordinary players couldn't sense evolvers manipulating space-time power, players also couldn't perceive higher-dimensional space power.
But the game could still use dimensional space power, so it made sense that the area around the tracks remained relatively stable. These powers seemed to occupy all the space around the tracks, but what the actual situation was, no one knew. At the very least, it wasn't as dangerous as it appeared, otherwise xenomorphs wouldn't be able to move around here at all.
"Has anyone ever gotten off the train?" the female player who had spoken earlier asked again. "I mean, has anyone come back alive?"
"I've never encountered anyone who has, but I once caught someone from the Game Government Base. According to him, there have been cases, but it was just an internal notice with no specific information." The short-haired man who had shown the recording admired his nails, which were covered in tiny gemstones, and said slowly, "People from the Game Government Base basically don't know the situation near the tracks either. Maybe the higher-ups know, but they have chips in their heads and run fast, so they're hard to catch and hard to interrogate. Can't be bothered with that effort."
No one looked down on the gemstones on his nails, because quite a few items were mixed in among them. Using items inlaid on nails like this was quite an original approach.
"But there are rumors that players from high-level wormhole points often appear on trains on this track," the short-haired man continued. "I mean players from A-level wormhole points."
"Most members of the Game Government Base come from A-level wormhole points." The green-haired woman said with interest, "They must often disguise themselves as ordinary players and appear on trains. Frequently moving in and out of this track means there must be something very important nearby."
As she spoke, she looked around. "Are there any base members here?"
Laughter rippled through the dining car. "If you ask like that, no one would admit it. If you've got the skill, try to find out—maybe you'll succeed."
The green-haired woman laughed too. "One against many, I don't have that kind of ability. There must be someone capable among you—why not give it a try?"
No one responded to her, and the topic returned to that unusually human-like xenomorph. They talked about how, although it was very fast, its attack power wasn't that strong. As long as you had full defense and held out for a long time, it would leave on its own. The only minor trouble was the toxin on its nails.
As the conversation continued, it shifted to the issue of xenomorphs eating people. Xenomorphs eating people was instinct, seemingly their only way to replenish energy. Some players had even studied whether xenomorphs became stronger after eating people, and generously shared their research records.
The sound of xenomorphs eating echoed through the dining car, but the players remained expressionless. Some even used it as an accompaniment to their meal.
Fortunately, the player didn't play it for too long before closing the video, smiling at the others. "I usually use this to relieve stress."
"Your way of relieving stress is really unique." The short-haired man fanned the air in front of his nose. "It's ruining people's appetite."
With that, he got up and left the dining car.
The man with silver-dyed hair slowly swept his gaze over everyone in the dining car, naturally passing over Xu Huo as well. Xu Huo was sitting in a corner, not particularly noticeable, but after the silver-haired man passed him, he deliberately looked back, seeming quite satisfied as he gave Xu Huo an appraising glance.
Xu Huo didn't respond at all. He finished his meal in silence and returned to his carriage.
Unexpectedly, this man and the green-haired woman were in the same carriage as him. The two returned to the carriage after him and sat together with the buzz cut man who had approached Xu Huo earlier.
Not long after, two more players boarded the carriage. One was seriously injured and immediately went into a single room, closing the door and not coming out again. The other silently walked to a corner.
Time quickly passed to evening. A few minutes before the lights went out, the silver-haired trio split up—one went to the transition car ahead, one to the transition car behind, and one stayed near the rear carriage door.
When the time came and the lights went out, the air in the carriage seemed to take on substance. When a person moved through it, what flowed through their fingers was no longer a gentle breeze, but something like flowing water.
The entire carriage was submerged in this "water flow." The two who had been in the transition cars also entered from the front and back doors respectively, striking at their pre-selected targets with lightning speed!
The silver-haired man had obviously chosen Xu Huo. He flashed in front of Xu Huo like lightning, and a silver light shot from his hand—aiming for a quick resolution while controlling the attack range.
"Weng!" Unfortunately, that silver light was stuck in midair, stopping steadily to Xu Huo's left. At the same time, the silver-haired man's movements also froze—he didn't stop in place, but inexplicably slowed down. Just as he was stunned with shock, he felt someone press up against his back. Without giving him time to react, a pair of hands firmly clamped down on his throat...
"Crack." The silver-haired man fell to the ground.
Xu Huo remained sitting on the sofa. He reached up and took the small knife item from midair, sighing, "Really fragile."
There will be another update later. If you can't wait, everyone can read it tomorrow.