C94 - Taboo FilesSteam curled above the hotpot like a living thing, red oil bubbling softly as if the world outside had never ended.Seven leaned back in his seat.The cold bite of survival still clung to his bones, but here, in this cramped carriage-like room, the others were laughing like death had taken a break.“Pass the wine.”“More meat, hurry.”Clink.Glass touched glass.KIKI wiped her mouth, cheeks flushed, eyes bright in a way that didn’t match the apocalypse outside.Sha Sha leaned forward immediately, elbows on the table.“KIKI sis, your ability really evolved?”KIKI paused for half a beat, then smirked like she had been waiting for that question.“Yeah. Thanks to someone’s blessing, I can feel it clearly now. My superpower leveled up.”“Wow…” Chen Sixuan blinked, eyes glinting with relief and curiosity. “No wonder you were insane earlier. I still ha

C96: Cold Steel, Warm LiesThe inside of the carriage was dim, not fully dark, but dark enough that shadows clung to every corner like they belonged there, while the heater’s warm air crawled through the cramped space and pushed back the outside cold that was trying to chew through the armored walls like a starving animal. The metal skin of the train kept the storm out, but it also made the whole place feel like a sealed coffin rolling across the end of the world, and Seven lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, half listening to the faint hum of the heating pipes and half watching the slow rise and fall of Chen Sixuan’s chest beside him. She was asleep, deep asleep, the kind of sleep that only came when the body finally gave up fighting, and seeing that made something loosen inside Seven’s eyes, not softness, not comfort, but a brief sense that at least one thing in this collapsing reality was still intact.The apocalypse did not teach lessons gently, it punched them into you until y

C98: Voices BelowThe world outside the armored glass was pure madness, with metal screaming against rail steel as the Infinity tore forward, and the night exploding with zombie shrieks that rose and fell like a living storm that refused to die.CLANG… CLANG…The track screamed.The train answered.And the dead answered louder.From every direction, they poured in, spilling across the snow like oil, slamming into one another as they chased the sound of engines and the promise of warm flesh, and yet even with all that movement, even with bodies smashing into steel and claws scraping plating, the real thing stealing everyone’s breath was not the horde.It was what waited ahead.A colossal structure loomed in the darkness, half buried in white frost and drifting snow, so massive it looked like someone had ripped a piece of an old-world megacity and planted it into the earth like a tombstone, and the Infinity was heading straight for it like a bullet that had already decided it was going

C100: Terms of the Buried CityThe screen flickered.Static hissed like a dying snake.The underground camera feed was grainy, warped, and tinted with that ugly green-gray glow that always came from cheap emergency lighting, but even through the distortion, the figures were clear enough to make anyone’s stomach tighten.The woman speaking, Ding Junyi, didn’t sound like a survivor.She sounded like a scalpel.Cold. Precise. Detached.Like she was dissecting corpses in a lab instead of staring at a heavily armed crew parked outside their sealed underground hellhole.Her voice came through the speakers with the calmness of someone who had already accepted death and decided to spend her final hours calculating the price of it.“This fits the core profile of leadership under crisis conditions,” she said, her tone flat but sharp, every word measured like she was writing a report for some dead government. “One female, estimated age range sixteen to eighteen, displays a rare telekinetic capab