I farmed in military academy and crushed the entire intergalactic world.

Chapter 661 Towards the City of Death
Grandma Feng chuckled.

In her opinion, Lin Xiaohe's question was a bit silly.

"Perhaps I am the chosen NPC, waiting for one destined person in my entire life."

"what?"

Grandma Feng put away her joking tone and said with utmost seriousness, "Historical records show that Song Dashun, who was only a teenager at the time, witnessed Shi Dakai's defeat and death. From then on, he began to think about how to escape if another army faced the same predicament. Finally, after much contemplation, he found the answer and kept it deep in his heart. Until he was 90 years old, when an army was blocked by the Dadu River in the same location. A commander surnamed Mao found him, and with trembling hands, he pointed out the answer he had spent his whole life."

"Many people say this is fate's arrangement, a stroke of genius from destiny. But I want to say that if that commander's troops hadn't been so popular, if that commander hadn't had the courage and was willing to believe in Song Dashun, the story would have taken a different turn."

"Similarly, if you hadn't turned the tide back then, saved Changhong Group, shouldered the economic responsibility of Anning County, and rescued millions of laid-off workers' families, I would have died in the winter of 1996."

That winter was really cold.

She fell seriously ill, couldn't afford medical treatment, the factory couldn't pay her retirement pension, and the house couldn't be bought or sold.

Just as she was contemplating suicide, half of her long-overdue wages were finally paid. Two weeks later, she was able to get reimbursed for her medical expenses at the hospital.

These changes were all brought about by Director Lin, who was in his early twenties!

After hearing these words, Lin Xiaohe couldn't describe how she felt.

Saving a bankrupt small factory from the 90s and boosting the GDP of a small county town were two insignificant things in her life.

If this were during the era of the primordial black hole or on Earth, these two minor matters wouldn't even have reached her eyes; they would have been resolved by Weasley and Melina.

But these two small things proved incredibly useful at a crucial moment!
"Thank you, thank you so much."

Grandma Feng wasn't exaggerating; her son really is quite capable.

Lin Xiaohe followed behind him without encountering any checks or difficulties. Just as the purple eyes appeared, they arrived at a distance from the train.

As agreed, Grandma Feng's son would complete his mission once he brought Lin Xiaohe here.

As for how to board the train, that's something Lin Xiaohe should worry about.

Just as Lin Xiaohe was about to take her leave, she saw the tall, middle-aged man cut open his heart and pull out a small card that glowed with a purple light.

The small card was stained with fresh red blood, exuding an ominous aura.

"for you."

The middle-aged man, sparing with words, handed the card to Lin Xiaohe.

"what is this?"

"…fake notes."

Lin Xiaohe paused.

Indeed, in any world, rules always have loopholes?

The middle-aged man glanced at the time and stuffed the card into Lin Xiaohe's hand: "It can only fool the ticket inspectors at the train station, not the ticket inspectors on the train."

This was something he had paid a great price for, something he intended to keep for himself.

But now, he doesn't need it anymore.

He regained his mother, and his mother needed him.

People in Dongguo believe in repaying a small kindness tenfold. Lin Xiaohe indirectly saved her mother's life, so let's give her this fake ticket.

Lin Xiaohe took the card, watched the middle-aged man stride away, and chuckled softly.

She finally experienced what it felt like to be favored by fate.

That was great, I hope there will be a next time!
I don't know if selling fake tickets has become a mature industry chain, but anyway, Lin Xiaohe easily boarded the train with a fake ticket.

Carriage 8, seat 13A, by the window. The interior decoration of the train was exactly the same as that of the Harmony Express, almost causing Lin Xiaohe to experience a sense of time travel.

The high-speed rail in Dongguo has just completed one line in Beijing and Guangzhou, with a maximum speed of only 300 kilometers per hour.

The dark side of the world is actually using the Harmony Express train; it's utterly absurd.

After waiting for about half an hour, the train started moving, and the scenery outside the window instantly became bizarre and wonderful.

The occupancy rate of carriage number 8 was not high, with fewer than 20 people at most.

The passengers sat far apart, like mannequins, none of them speaking or moving.

Midway through the journey, a train conductor came to check tickets.

When it was Lin Xiaohe's turn, she voluntarily covered the fake ticket with the Yuanyang Merit Ruler and passed the train conductor's inspection.

Lin Xiaohe put away the train ticket and ran her fingers along the merit ruler.

This node world—no, it should be called this boundary marker—is more complex than I imagined.

That makes sense. How could a cage used to imprison a portion of the divine offspring be something simple? Wouldn't that be an insult to the divine offspring?
Lin Xiaohe leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes to rest.

As soon as the train attendant left, carriage number 8 became lively.

"Ugh, I'm almost exhausted. Dongguo is such a tough nut to crack. I struggled for ages to get even a tiny bit of energy."

Where was your last mission location?

"The Land of Cherry Blossoms".

"Tsk. Although the people of Japan are easy to kill, they are cheap. Killing 10 Japanese people is not as good as killing an 80-year-old old lady from Japan."

"Isn't that obvious? The people with the highest energy on the entire planet are the people of Dongguo. Is it that I don't want to get more people from Dongguo? It's that they are too difficult to get. Who said that the population of Dongguo is large? In just one Anning County, we only managed to find about 1000 living people."

"Hehe, if Anning County's population exceeds one million, will we be the ones to gather resources, or will they be the ones to gather resources from us? We only managed to take over Anning County so easily because of the information gap. If the people of Dongguo find out that the advantage of sheer numbers is real, our future tasks will be much more difficult."

Lin Xiaohe suddenly opened her eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.

Judging from what these oddballs are saying, the Eastern Kingdom's response in Anning County was flawed? They shouldn't have evacuated the people; they should have stayed in the county to fight?

But how can ordinary people fight? Judging from the process of the world being occupied by anomalies, ordinary people are powerless against them.

Could there be some rules or forces that I am unaware of?
Lin Xiaohe pricked up her ears and listened attentively to the passengers' conversation.

"By the time we go to the City of the Dead, you should have reached level 8 by now."

"Yeah, at least we don't have to be cannon fodder like those anomalies anymore. We really have to thank Fang for that; he created so many anomalies to be cannon fodder."

"Hahaha, that fool. How dare he think he can control us? Even their old god couldn't completely do that. We are %*#%"

The crucial information was, surprisingly, a complete mess.

Lin Xiaohe instinctively knew this information was very important!
Unfortunately, the passengers stopped discussing this issue and instead shifted the topic to the City of the Dead.

According to them, the City of the Wrongfully Dead is an extremely powerful city that everyone wants to go to to level up.

As they eagerly awaited their arrival, they reached their final destination: the City of the Dead!

As Lin Xiaohe stepped off the train, the first thing she saw was the gilded sign that read "To the City of the Dead."

It turns out it wasn't the City of the Wrongfully Dead, but the City of the Headed to Death.

This name is quite sinister.

Damn, it's so late at night, and I'm starting to feel a little scared writing this to myself.