The night wind on the roof of a train traveling at 80 km/h wasn't just a breeze. It was a solid wall battering the body.Je had just crawled out of the hatch, standing with his knees bent low to maintain balance, when a pale figure lunged at him from the darkness.WHOOSH!The creature moved so fast Je barely saw it. He only felt the heat and the stinging scent of pheromones. Je tilted his head to the side.SLASH!The creature's long claws tore Je's cheek, leaving three gashes that stung instantly in the wind."Fast," Je hissed, wiping the blood on his cheek with his thumb, then licking it. The metallic taste of his own blood triggered his adrenaline.Under the moonlight drifting in and out between the teak trees, Je finally saw them clearly.[Monster Identified: Fungi-Runner (Variant: Aero-Lust)][Description: Zombies evolved for speed. Frictionless skin, aerodynamic bone structure. Swollen reproductive organs acting as body heat centers.]There were six of them on the roof of the pas

"GUNTUR! DON'T STOP! IF YOU BRAKE, WE DIE!"Je's scream tore through the roar of the deafening wind. He stood on the roof of the locomotive, his hair whipped by the wild night gale. Ahead of him, the collapsed Progo River bridge gaped like a giant toothless maw.The gap was twenty meters.Down there, sixty meters at the bottom of the ravine, a dry rocky riverbed waited with sharp granite teeth. Falling meant becoming meat paste in an iron can."CRAZY! THIS IS CRAZY!" Guntur roared inside the cabin. His face was no longer pale, but flushed red from the furnace heat and hysteria. He knew basic math. An 80-ton steam train could not fly. Gravity was God's law that could not be bribed.But Je was a Curator. He didn't care for God's laws. He created his own."EAT THIS, PIG!"Guntur threw all the remaining Runner zombie body parts into the furnace. The mutant fat hissed, exploding into blue flames that licked the boiler walls. The steam pressure needle pierced the red line. The safety valve

The sound of charcoal scratching on paper dominated over the noise of the train wheels. Scritch... scritch... scritch... If aliens were to look into the Passenger Car right now, they would surely think this was a mental asylum conducting group therapy. Fifteen humans near death from starvation, with cracked lips and hollow eyes, were now bowing solemnly over dull paper. Their hands, trembling from hypoglycemia (low sugar), somehow found stability as they etched lines of wild imagination. Je walked down the narrow aisle like a ruthless art gallery curator. His hands were clasped behind his back, his black sword tapping rhythmically on the wooden floor. "Lacks curves," Je criticized as he passed a bald man. "Are you drawing a woman or an ironing board? Add volume to the hips. We need fat, not bone. We are sick of seeing bones." The man nodded f

"BRING IT HERE! DON'T SPILL!"Je's screams were almost overpowered by the roar of steam that gushed wildly from the cracked distribution pipe. The driver's cabin of the 'Iron Maiden' locomotive now looks more like a hellish sauna than a control room. The air temperature reached 70 degrees Celsius. Je's skin felt sore, her sweat evaporated before it even had time to drip.Sinta stumbled in from the tender joint. He was carrying a large zinc bucket whose contents were shaking.The smell hit Je's nose straight away, stronger than the blow of the 'Hobo King'.The strong smell of urine, mixed with the iron scent of blood, cheap alcohol, and... other thick liquids. It was a "Cocktail of Despair"—a mixture of the urine of twenty passengers, leftover spirit, monster blood taken from the floor of the carriage, and waste sewer water squeezed from wet clothes."This is disgusting, Je!" Sinta coughed, her eyes watering from the ammonia vapor, "Are you sure this machine can drink urine?""This mach

Riiiiiiinnnnggggg...That sound was the only thing in Je's world for the first few minutes. A long, painful tinnitus ring, as if a needle were being stabbed directly into his eardrum.The world spun. Up became down. Dark became light, then dark again."Je...!"The voice sounded distant, like it was coming from the end of a long tunnel at the bottom of the sea."Je! Wake up, dammit! Don't die in my lap!"A hard slap landed on Je's cheek. The sting jolted his consciousness back into his physical body.Je opened his eyes. Breath gasped into his lungs with a sharp pain, as if he had just inhaled glass powder.Sinta's face was right in front of him, only centimeters away. Her glasses were gone, her face covered in blood and white lime dust, tears flowing creating clean tracks on her dirty cheeks."Sinta..." Je tried to move, but his entire body screamed. The Sacred Womb skill did absorb 99% of the physical impact, but the remaining 1%—from an 80-ton train crash—was still enough to make hum