C121: Ash White SprintBOOM, BOOM, BOOM!The Infinity tore through the blizzard like a steel beast that had finally remembered what rage felt like, its orange red headlights punching holes into the night while the Ice-breaking Shield in front carved through packed snow with brutal ease, sending white waves rolling to both sides like the world itself was being shoved aside. The snow didn’t drift gently anymore, it exploded, it slammed into the armored windows in thick wet clumps, and every time the front shield rammed into another wall of frozen buildup, the whole train shuddered like it was chewing bone.Nothing could stop it. Not wrecked vehicles buried under ice, not twisted steel barriers, not the shambling corpses that kept appearing out of nowhere, stumbling into the rails like blind idiots begging to be flattened. Zombies hit the front like sacks of rotten meat and vanished under the shield with a crunch that no one wanted to imagine too clearly

C123: White Lights in the BlizzardThe blizzard didn’t stop.If anything, it got worse.Snow slammed against the steel body of the Infinity like a thousand invisible fists, rattling the outer plating and turning the world outside into a blank, violent haze where even headlights looked like candles drowning in milk. Visibility was trash, the kind that made you feel like the universe had been erased and replaced with cold static.Seven stood near the corridor window and watched the snowstorm swallow everything.Not a single landmark.Not a single shadow.Just white.Just noise.Just the endless scream of wind.The blackout panels were all open now, every internal light pushed to maximum output, casting thick beams through the windows so the snowy plains outside could at least be vaguely monitored. It wasn’t about comfort, it was about survival. In this kind of storm, if something big ap

C125: Awakening Protocol[ DEVOURING PROGRESS 80% ]Eight hours.That was how long Seven had been sitting inside the Huanxing 7F electric locomotive like a corpse that refused to die, his back pressed against cold metal, his shirt soaked through as if he had crawled out of a river instead of a machine cabin, while sweat dripped from his chin and splattered onto the floor in slow, humiliating drops.His breathing was shallow. Controlled. Forced.Not because he was calm.Because if he lost focus for even a second, everything would reset.Mechanical Devouring was a cruel skill, not some shiny cheat ability from a cheap fantasy story, but a grinder that chewed through stamina, attention, and sanity, demanding full concentration like a parasite clamped onto his brainstem.Even ninety nine percent completion meant nothing.Stop now, and it all goes back to zero.No mercy.No “saved prog

Chapter 127: Steel Quiet Before the StormThe blizzard finally died.Not in some dramatic way either, no heroic break in the clouds, no sunlight punching through like a miracle, just the wind slowly losing interest, like even nature got tired of wasting effort on humans that refused to die.The Infinity sat motionless on the snowfield, its steel body half buried, the tracks ahead swallowed under layers of white like the world had decided the train was done traveling and should just rot here quietly.The night was still heavy, the kind that pressed against the windows like a lid, and the darkness outside looked endless, flat, and dead, as if the entire land had been wiped clean and reset into nothing but cold emptiness.Chen Sixuan woke up first, sitting up with a sluggish blink, and for a second her face looked almost peaceful, which was rare now, because most people in this world woke up with panic already loaded in their lungs, but she

C129 - 124 Upgrade LogThe snowy plains lit up in a harsh white glare as the Unlimited Train’s roof-mounted spotlight snapped on with a sharp click, cutting through the dark like a blade, and Seven stood at the edge of the platform with cold wind biting into his coat while his eyes tracked the massive steel body of the Gemini 11R nuclear-powered locomotive as it emerged from the tunnel with a deep mechanical roar, dragging behind it the scars of endless collisions with zombies and warped human remnants, its front plating dented and scraped like it had survived multiple wars without permission.Seven didn’t react much, but his eyes moved fast, scanning damage patterns, armor stress points, and exposed seams, then he exhaled once and stepped forward as his Mechanical Heart activated with a faint internal vibration that synced with the train’s pulse, vmmm, and without wasting time he began a rough inspection and immediate repair sequence, welding, reinforcing, an