All Chapters of Black Coin : Chapter 71
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C61: Wind and Warnings
C61: Wind and Warnings Drip. A bead of clean water slid into the metal cup. Xu Jin’s hand shot forward so fast it almost looked like he was trying to catch gold. His fingers gripped the cup like it might evaporate out of spite. “Is it really fixed?!” he blurted out, voice sharp, eyes wide. He lifted the cup to his nose and sniffed. Hard. His brows twitched. Then his eyes lit up like someone had just handed him a loaded gun in a zombie apocalypse. “Clean.” He sniffed again, like he didn’t trust reality. “Clear.” One more sniff, because humans never learn. “No smell. No weird rot. Holy shit, it works!” Shu Qin almost bounced on her heels, excitement leaking out of her like steam from a cracked pipe. “Of course it works. We’ve been using that purifier for ages. Boil it again, then it’s safe. Completely safe.” “Great. Great!” Xu Jin nodded like a man about to cry. He reached into his jacket, pulled out a walkie-talkie, and pressed the button with the urgency of someone cal
Last Updated : 2026-04-09
Chapter 62: Black Radio, Dead Tracks
Chapter 62: Black Radio, Dead Tracks Vrrrrmmm... The engine roared back to life like a beast being dragged out of sleep. Seven, Mo Seven now, sat in the driver’s seat with one hand on the controls and the other resting loosely on his thigh, as if the world outside wasn’t a black ocean of death waiting for him to blink first. Behind the reinforced glass, Qugu Station shrank into the darkness. The platform lights died one by one, swallowed by the night like they had never existed. The wheels clanked over the rails. Clang... clang... clang... The train moved. Not fast. Not slow either. Just steady, like it had decided the apocalypse could go fuck itself. They had loaded the jeep back onto the flatbed, secured it with chains, then returned inside without wasting a single breath. Nobody argued, nobody laughed, nobody celebrated. Survival didn’t give medals. Survival gave you one more day, then asked what you were going to pay for the next. Seven leaned back, exhaling through
Last Updated : 2026-04-10
C63: Midnight Pressure
C63: Midnight Pressure The carriage smelled like oil, cold metal, and stress. Seven leaned over the workbench, fingers stained with grease, eyes locked on the messy blueprint KIKI had thrown together. It was crude. Fast. Ugly. But it worked. A water oxygen recycling system. Barebones, but functional. Pipes, valves, filters, and a circulation layout that looked like it was drawn during a panic attack. Seven tapped the paper once. This is the difference between dying slowly and surviving. KIKI’s design followed his earlier instructions: clear out carriage three, link it to the locomotive’s water tank, install a purification unit, and build sealed planting cabinets that could act as both food source and oxygen generator. Clean water. Clean air. Vegetables. Simple things that mattered more than guns. Seven had already planned for this, but after Xu Jin mentioned the rainwater changing at night, the urgency had doubled. He could feel the city shifting, like the world itself was
Last Updated : 2026-04-11
C64: Gap in the Dark
C64: Gap in the Dark BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The train tore through the night like a steel animal that had finally decided it was done playing nice. The carriages shuddered violently, their iron wheels grinding against the rails as if the track itself was trying to shake them off. Every time the zombie tide slammed into the front, the entire frame tilted slightly, then crashed back down with a brutal metallic THUNK, spraying sparks into the darkness like fireworks made of hatred. This was not a vehicle anymore. This was a moving execution machine. And it was harvesting bodies. At exactly 6 a.m., the world outside was still pitch-black, and there were at least ten more hours before daylight crawled back to save anyone. Inside the cab, nobody was breathing normally. Everyone’s eyes were locked forward, watching the endless flood of undead surge like an ocean that had learned how to scream. Zombies didn’t just run. They swarmed. They poured out of the darkness, stumbling ove
Last Updated : 2026-04-12
C65: The Great Enemy
C65: The Great Enemy Bzzzt… Seven’s vision snapped sideways. For half a second, the world tilted like someone had grabbed the entire train and shook it. His stomach lurched. His ears rang. Then… Clang. Clang. Metal screamed. The train was still moving, still roaring forward like a beast that refused to die, but Seven’s body had already hit the floor. A voice slammed into his skull. “Lin Xian! Lin Xian!” No. Not Lin Xian. That name felt like an old coat someone had forced onto him. It still fit, but it stank of someone else’s life. Seven blinked hard, forcing the dizziness down. His pupils adjusted. The ceiling lights flickered above him, shaking from the vibration of the tracks. The entire carriage trembled as if the rails were barely holding together. Teacher Chen’s face leaned into his view, pale and tight with panic. “What happened to you?!” Chen Sixuan shouted, voice cracking like he was afraid Seven would stop breathing again. Seven pushed himself up on one knee
Last Updated : 2026-04-13
C66: Rooftop Blood Hunt
C66: Rooftop Blood HuntThe wind on the train roof didn’t just howl.It screamed like it wanted to peel Seven’s skin off and scatter it across the dead city.Thump. Thump. Thump.His boots slammed against the steel roof as the Infinity ripped through the night, the Huanxing 7F locomotive dragging the entire beast forward like a metal god refusing to slow down for anyone, not even for death.Seven’s coat snapped violently behind him. Cold air stabbed into his lungs.But he didn’t stop.He didn’t even hesitate.Because somewhere ahead, crawling in the dark between the carriages like a cockroach that refused to die, was Tang Hai.Station master.Railway expert.And now, apparently, a fucking monster.Seven’s eyes narrowed as he sprinted toward the front cars, his mind already building the entire picture with ruthless clarity.North Bay Station had been Tang Hai’s territory. That bastard knew every bolt, every coupling, every weakness in the track system. If anyone could sabotage the rail
Last Updated : 2026-04-14
C67: Steel and Blood, One Breath Apart
C67: Steel and Blood, One Breath ApartThe roof of the Infinity Train screamed under impact.BOOM!Metal plates bent upward like paper.A white giant monster was tearing through the fifth carriage like it owned the apocalypse, its massive arms smashing down, its claws digging into steel, ripping it apart with a disgusting crunch that made Seven’s teeth itch.Seven stood on the roof with the wind tearing at his coat, his electric knife humming in his hand, his eyes narrowed into a cold slit.This was not a fight.This was a disaster wearing flesh.The monster slammed again, and the entire carriage shuddered, sparks bursting from the seams like the train was bleeding electricity.Seven’s jaw tightened.Too strong. Too heavy. Too angry.And behind all of that?The corpse tide.A black ocean of bodies rolling across the ruined land, endless, hungry, loud even from this di
Last Updated : 2026-04-15
C68: Clean Cut Carnage
C68: Clean Cut CarnageThe wind on the train roof howled like it was trying to rip the world apart.Seven’s boots scraped against the metal plating as he slid to a stop, one hand gripping the rail, the other hand already swinging a massive blade forward.“Use this,” he snapped, voice cold and flat. “Chop.”The sword landed in Tang Hai’s hands with a heavy metallic thud.It was not fancy.No gears, no electric wiring, no weird rotating teeth like the GK03 electric knife KIKI had given Seven earlier. No gimmicks. No flashy mechanics. Just raw steel, sharpened to a brutal edge.But the material was the real monster.Tungsten titanium alloy.Dense. Heavy. Built to bite through metal like it was wet wood.Seven had made it during the scraps of downtime they barely got, the kind of crafting done with one eye open and a finger on the trigger of paranoia. His Mechanical Manufacturing was not suite
Last Updated : 2026-04-16
Chapter 69: Blood Bead Silence
Chapter 69: Blood Bead SilenceCrunch... crunch...Seven pushed forward through the snow, boots sinking with every step.The zombie tide was gone.Not “quiet,” not “far away.”Gone.Like someone hit a mute button on the whole damn apocalypse.Only the wind remained, hissing through broken metal and dead trees. A few flashlight beams swung back and forth along the railway line, shaky and nervous, like the people holding them were waiting for something to jump out of the dark.Sha Sha stood near the track, her face pale under the cold light. Her fingers were tight around the flashlight handle, knuckles white, scanning the area like her eyes were trying to tear open the night itself.She looked terrified.Not the screaming kind.The kind where your body goes stiff and your mind starts running worst-case scenarios like a machine gun.Meanwhile, Seven and Building were nowhere near
Last Updated : 2026-04-17
Chapter 70: Steel Roof, Bloody Tracks
Chapter 70: Steel Roof, Bloody Tracks Clank. Seven leaned against the cold metal wall of the carriage, watching Building flex his fingers like he was testing a new body. The train was finally breathing again. Not safe. Not clean. Not peaceful. But breathing. Seven narrowed his eyes. “Building,” he said, voice flat. “Your ability. Anything change?” Building scratched the back of his head, the way a kid did when he knew he had an answer but didn’t know how to explain it without sounding stupid. “It seems…” he muttered honestly. “Like I got stronger. And my head feels clearer too. Like… I got more spirit.” Seven’s gaze sharpened. Something about that sounded too familiar. Too close to the kind of bullshit that turned men into monsters. “When did it happen?” Seven asked. “Back on the roof?” Building shook his head. “No. It was earlier. When I was cutting up that big thing’s corpse. Looking for beads.” He swallowed, then continued, “I felt like I sucked in some weird blood e
Last Updated : 2026-04-17