Abyss Train

Chapter 769 Appendix ③ All the Dark Places

Youth does not refer to a period of life, but a state of mind.

--Sai Ullman

"Listen! Listen carefully!"

The heavy iron hooks engaged each other, suddenly pulling the carriages, and the train headed towards the deep mountains between the lava lakes.

The BOSS took off his top hat. He had just sent away a large group of people. There was also a meeting with important members of the cabinet think tank and the Senate, and the topic was related to the final battle.

"Listen carefully."

Aohen Mingde stood on the podium with his fists clenched in a serious manner.

The people who were listening to the boss's speech were sitting on the fireplace carpet in a carefree and unkempt manner, without any airs.

Whether they are mortals or psychics, these social elites who hold high positions and power, the governors of various departments and administrative regions in the underground world, important figures in economic centers or political centers - in front of Aohen Mingde, they are always just children waiting for a good cat to tell them stories.

"The train has already started running, and the shipping cargo throughput of Eureka Volcano City is close to saturation - the weekly cargo throughput should be 360,000 tons. We don't have better ships, no more advanced ship traffic system, no Beidou satellite, and we rely on ringtones to send and receive letters."

"But enough is enough. It is enough."

The boss nodded vigorously.

"——It's enough. Our settlement cities and all the dark places have lit up the candles of civilization."

"For the soldiers on the front line, this level of transport capacity is more than enough."

"It's enough to kill Judas once and for all."

The transport capacity of 360,000 tons, excluding gross weight, net weight, impact of wind and waves, and self-load loss, means that every day, the four main ports of the Abyss Railway can transport soldiers, supplies, and weapons to Shambhala through six channels.

Until today, the first special heavy-duty freight train was sent from Jiujie Station to Eureka. It is based on the railway section from Manzhouli Port to Transbaikalsk, with an annual cargo throughput of 20 million tons, but in reality it cannot reach this standard. Cargo loading and unloading requires heavy machinery, and the construction of a transportation logistics port system also takes time.

But it was enough. Every day, eight thousand standard containers of supplies were shipped to the front line. Everything needed for the war itself was clenched into an indestructible fist by countless fingers, countless closely connected agencies, organizations, companies and individuals.

It was filled with power, almost sixty years of accumulated injustice and resentment, which was released by the courage and anger emanating from countless people and countless tragedies. It came slowly but also relatively quickly.

Judas couldn't take this punch at all.

"My children, I have watched you grow up." The good cat pulled off his tie, threw away the useless red tape, took off his suit jacket, and unbuttoned the stand-up collar of his shirt, revealing a tuft of white hair from his chin to his chest.

It scanned the more than 30 people in the cabinet, who were almost the smartest group of people in the underground world. Most of them were in their forties or fifties. The older ones had almost all gray beards and had lost all their teeth.

"After the Second World War, it seemed like the whole world had changed, it had become weird and strange."

The boss shrugged and smiled, tapping on the small blackboard.

"The Security Council representative wants us to solve this problem ourselves - that's what they said at the beginning. Philosophers don't have time to deal with the affairs of the underground world."

"Because the world order today is also a mess. The escalating conflicts between the old and new poles, as well as various wars, are like a powder keg that can explode at any time."

“Any armed army from the secular world coming to us or going to Shambhala is a betrayal of the Supreme Pact. The stationing of troops is just the first step. Next, the topic of regime will become more and more sensitive, and the conflict will continue to escalate.”

“Thanks to philosophers, we at least don’t have to get involved in a deeper humanitarian crisis or face more complicated geopolitical puzzles. We don’t have to think about how to solve the problems above our heads, we just need to care about the underground.”

"There is no left or right, no LGBT, no guns, no gods, no homosexuality, no twins - it seems that the pressure of survival here is so great that we can only think desperately."

The boss waved his teaching stick and hit the bright red crazy butterfly on the blackboard.

"I can only desperately figure out how to survive."

“When something becomes romantic, it actually means it’s dying.”

At this point, the good cat showed a smug sneer on his face.

"For example, we can remove Judas's underwear, talk to him, get to know his heart, and watch him die."

"It seems that we can sit on the same chair and discuss things. There is no need to deify this person anymore. The evil god who should be cut into pieces will never be worshipped in the shrine again - he is going to die."

"I sat in on the John Doe Club last week and occasionally heard some interesting stories."

"Like last year, we had to fight for the results for our children because of the physical examination standards of the administrative district."

Aohen Mingde casually talked about this incident, a small story about sports and education -

"——The father came alone. He is an ordinary family in District 9."

"The girl in his family has great physical fitness, but if she wants to pass the Psychic Youth Cup competition standards, she needs approval from three local departments."

"One is the Psychic Disaster Management Office, one is the local Sports Bureau, and the other is the Education Bureau's filing process."

"As long as these three badges are stamped, this girl can become a young athlete and be allowed to enter the Galahad branch in District 9 - it's actually a very simple thing."

"As I listened, I understood why the father wanted Anonymous to help him. His daughter's window for further education was very short, and it was too difficult to complete the process. The psychic talent came suddenly, and there were only sixteen days - he couldn't wait, so he had to ask Anonymous for help."

"That was last year, and I haven't heard that story this year."

Aohen Mingde covered his mouth, his expression suddenly became funny——

"——But I can't guarantee that it won't happen again in the future."

The slightly smarter staff in charge of the hub area immediately understood what the boss meant.

Someone immediately responded: "Boss, I want to ask, is it the same for Judas?"

Someone immediately followed up, “Yes, and the same with Judas?”

Everyone present knew and understood——

——Judas is just an incarnation. Whether on the material level or the spiritual level, he is the phantom of the crazy butterfly, just like the soul power.

Beat him to the point of death, and carnivorism will simply lose a carrier.

It only takes a little time, and the biosphere constructed by the original seed will always give birth to another Judah.

His name can be changed. It can be called Judah or Jew or anything else.

——The hosts that raise the crazy butterflies will always appear, and this fight seems to have no end.

Just as the Fire King can kill viruses with sunlight, these blazing suns also require human flesh, illustrating the painful cycle of carnivory.

There seems to be no permanent solution, no magic trick that can "bring peace of mind."

"We can seize the opportunity and reap the fruits of victory." An old voice sounded. It was the chief of the Yellowstone Senate who had lived for a century, from the First World War to the present. Judging from the family structure and power hierarchy of the Yellowstone people, he was the elder among the elders - as long as he was alive, the Sunflowers and the Golden Spoon would not be able to turn the tide, and the Senate would be unusually stable.

"Boss." The chief elder leaned on his cane and bowed to Aohen Mingde, wanting to make his point clear: "What happened last year did not happen this year, which is a good thing - whether it will happen again in the future is a matter for the future."

"He's right!" Aohen Mingde clapped his hands softly. "The Van Persie family is a family with a long history, profound knowledge and many talented people, just as the head of the Senate said."

“In every era, there is a group of people who hope to solve the bestiality of human beings once and for all with The End of History.”

“Philosophy or theology, as reference books, they constantly transform people’s thinking, redefine morality and law again and again, and redraw the boundary between humans and beasts.”

“But it has never disappeared. For example, when I open the mobile app now, I see that the company’s end point is to lend money, and the individual’s end point is to sell goods.”

"Lending money at interest and idol worship are still the mainstream. They make money very quickly, but ordinary people are bitten once or twice without feeling any pain. They don't even feel that their flesh and blood have been gnawed away - it doesn't hurt that much."

The boss also took off his shirt, unbuckled his belt, and discarded these "human" characteristics.

It turned back into a ferocious beast, sitting naked beside the podium, taking off its glasses and throwing them into the desk drawer.

"Just keep going."

"If you ask me, will Judas come back?"

"Then I would say - this is a good thing, my child." "In this long journey, time is endless, and civilization is just an accident."

"Death is endless, but life is only accidental."

"Madness and fear are almost endless, but courage and inspiration are fleeting."

"Another Judas comes, in the deserted wilderness, or when God abandons a child, the devil will laugh - because of carnivorism, in the process of constant pursuit, there will always be an incarnation of evil that will come to the world, trying to seek relief in this painful cycle of eating and being eaten."

“He’s looking for answers, just like us.”

"He would also wonder if there would come a day when this cruel world would no longer have any mercy and kindness, and all [meat] would be used freely, and the weak would naturally be delivered to the mouths of the strong - that would be a beautiful world."

“There will always be people who say there is nothing new under the sun, and there will always be people who say the only lesson mankind has learned from history is that it cannot learn lessons.”

"And I say that's the pessimists and the lazy people trying to make a conclusion about the laws of history - but the reality is that this boxing match will never end."

The boss spread out his claws, and a colorless stone fell from his palm.

"I guess, since there's a new Judas."

“There will definitely be a new Anonymous, a brand new you and me.”

"A new bell has rung, and the ring bell must also ring."

“Everything is new, and nothing is more romantic or exciting.”

"You will feel empty because it is a distant future, and our short lives cannot touch these things. It seems that everything related to them has disappeared. The fear of not being able to witness the future with our own eyes is too strong. Perhaps it is this that gave birth to the Alliance of the Immortals."

"But in another billion years, I'm afraid there won't be any traces of human existence left on Earth. With today's technology, materials science, and information dissemination, humans won't even be qualified to leave a tombstone for themselves."

"So what are you worrying about? Family, take back your soul and let it stay in your body."

"In the battle report sent from the front, there is a graphic document about Fickwood Abbey."

"This guy was Judah's life-saving feather and a scientific researcher. He died in the pursuit of truth."

"I think about it carefully, this old bitch is really too happy——"

"——That's how many people he ate and how much energy he expended to help him accomplish such a grand vision."

"How many free and brilliant lives have poured all their efforts into this bad thing."

"Isn't this also the charm of the Crazy Butterfly?"

When the boss asked this question, he saw many people involuntarily turning their eyes away, unwilling to actively look at him.

Only a few people were still staring at Aohen Mingde's golden pupils——

——This is human nature, which cannot be changed and is more cruel than fate.

Destiny can be changed through personal will and actual actions, but [nature] is very difficult to change.

What an enviable power it is? What a magnificent wish it is?

  Just one thought, one ideal, can make so much human and material resources work for you!

Even the centralized empire of the feudal era could not accomplish this, nor could it naturally and logically consume so many lives - this scientific research project, which was almost like a sacrificial ritual, caused mental trauma to most of the people present.

"Meeting adjourned!" The boss waved his claws, and the fluorescent lights in the cabinet dimmed.

Only rustling noises could be heard in the darkness; people from the various senates were walking the fastest.

In the dim environment, people couldn't see each other clearly, nor could they recognize family crests and seals, and they couldn't identify people by the accessories on their walking sticks, so naturally there was no etiquette, and they could walk as fast as they wanted - occasionally, there were "children" who wanted to say goodbye to the boss, and they couldn't tell the direction, and they groped their way towards the desk, bowing and waving.

The people in the cabinet walked slowly, as if they were still hesitating, as if they were reluctant to leave - because over the years, except for the period of expeditions, the times of frequent hot wars and fierce conflicts, these busy people were able to see the boss often, and the rest of the time had to be reserved for work and life.

Finally, there was a young man from the Redstone Senate left. He was a representative of the Ministry of Industry and Construction from the Stoneworkers' Workshop. He was only about 27 or 28 years old and was being promoted very quickly - he was the hope for the future.

"Boss!" The young man did not leave. Instead, he bravely squeezed to the side of the desk with a small notebook in his arms. "Boss, I have a few more questions for you! Can I ask you in private? Do you have time?"

The Redstone Man always speaks his mind, and he doesn't care at all even if the uncles and aunts who haven't had time to leave are looking at him.

Aohen Mingde liked it more and more the more he looked at it: "You ask."

The man had black curly hair and eyes like two pieces of amber, but as a redstone man, he looked a bit feminine.

He seemed to sense that the atmosphere and spiritual pressure were slowly changing. More people stopped in front of the porch tunnel. Before they could return to the Five Kings Council, they stopped to listen a few more words out of curiosity.

The man flipped open his journal and asked bluntly.

“Will you continue to stay here after this Security Council visit?”

This is what people want to ask the most -

——Due to the existence of the "Guanjue Pact", the underground world, as a reserved area free from the threat of nuclear war, such an important settlement, as the last bastion of human civilization, has always been managed by Aohen Mingde.

It is not Homo sapiens. Strictly speaking, it has no human rights, no natural property rights, and cannot have rights protected by the Law of the Sea or international conventions. To put it in plain words - this young man in the Redstone Senate is very worried about the safety of the BOSS.

Since the Security Council has no time to deal with Judas, the assessment of the spiritual disaster hazardous materials of the Dagda's Cauldron is fully entrusted to Aohen Mingde. The smarter cabinet ministers have already figured it out.

This may be an opportunity, another way of driving a tiger to devour a wolf, resulting in a lose-lose situation. If the arrogant and cruel Mingde wants to fight Judah, it will inevitably use a series of unconventional means, including weapons and equipment that are expressly prohibited by the "Convention of the Supreme Being".

It has crossed the safety line and violated the rules of the human world, and will definitely be restrained and sanctioned.

Although its body can stably produce panaceas, the harvest season has just passed. This is a great opportunity for the power structure of the secular world to infiltrate the underground. There are more than 50 years to slowly make up for the diplomatic relationship between humans and monsters. As long as the first step can be taken to expand the territory, the Nine Realms will slowly return to human hands - with Homo sapiens as the supreme archon, gradually replacing the administrative system centered on the will of the beasts.

This is not fair to the boss, but there is no fairness in this world. He was prepared from the beginning.

"That's not your concern." Aohen Mingde replied casually, "Youth does not refer to a certain period of life, but a state of mind."

"This is what Homo sapiens taught me. Ten years ago, the most powerful country in your secular world had to choose a president from two weirdos whose combined ages were over 160 years old. When they went on stage to give speeches, they couldn't even speak clearly. They started lying and blaming each other. They wanted to dig up all the dirty laundry on the other's family members and use it as a weapon to win the hearts of the people. It was just like a live broadcast of an internet celebrity PKing to canvass votes."

"What a magical world this is!~"

Arrogant and cruel Mingde laughed loudly——

"——But this is also the common karma of all living beings. It's hard to imagine, right?"

"It's like a huge makeshift troupe. You don't know how it works. Anyway, we are still alive and we still have to live. It seems that we can live until the end of our lives."

"If people don't need me anymore, they want to pick two stand-up comedians whose families have enough money to feed mice to come to this little house and play a voting game. If you like, I'll leave."

BOSS opened his eyes wide, his cat eyes were watery, and his voice returned to a deep baritone.

"Of course, you have to pay me a pension. You can't let me work so long for nothing. I've reached retirement age a long time ago, right?"

There was a cheerful laugh coming from the porch, as if these questions and answers were all taken as a joke -

——People gradually left, leaving only a lonely shadow under the lamp.

Until the Hunter King stuck to the side of the BOSS, she half-knelt down and pressed her cheek against the BOSS's forehead.

"It's time for you to rest."

The BOSS licked his paws and was still full of energy.

It pulled out the newspaper sent from the front line from under the document bag, with no intention of catching up on sleep.

"I want to watch it again! Hehehehe!~"

The King Hunter whispered, "Does the United Nations really not care?"

"Of course I do." Aohen Mingde responded in a low voice, "But I can't say it openly. If any of the gangsters above me dare to shout and directly hand over the weapons to me, it would be like the Soviet Union deploying nuclear weapons in Cuba. Believe it or not, a nuclear war crisis will break out the next day. All kinds of suspicions and potential problems will be exposed at once."

"Where do you think I got this JF-17 fighter? Did I really pick it up from the desert? Even if I picked it up, no one would know how to fly it! When did Galahad become capable of this? Is there a military academy that specializes in training pilots?"

"Of course, it makes sense for a desert to have a few pilots, right?"