Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

Explanation of adhesive tape:

“Just like that big piece of iron under your feet, you can cut it out with a cutting machine and make it into the shape of a sword, and that will be a sword.”

“Cut it into the shape of a shield, and that’s a shield.”

"?"

Yan Huan looked at the piece of sheet metal at her feet, bent down, and tapped it.

'Duang~Duang~duang~~'

"The louder the sound, the thinner the sheet metal becomes," Yan Huan said with obvious disdain.

"And it's rusty too. How can the quality of the weapons made from this be acceptable?"

"It's alright, the forces that can afford to buy these things are basically not far from destruction."

The tape explained:

"These are all things that previous customers taught me. Do you like any of them?"

"emmmmm..."

Yan Huan fell silent.

This stuff should be thrown into the junkyard and cremated; even if I were a businessman, I wouldn't buy it.

If it's sheet metal, it might be usable after being melted down and forged, but this big piece of sheet metal under my feet, even after melting it down, would only be about the size of a fist, so it wouldn't make any money...

"If you'd like to continue reading..."

"I'm not watching anymore." Yan Huan waved her hand and jumped down. "If I watch any more, it'll be a 404 error."

Yan Huan looked at the little boy and asked:

Has something happened to your planet recently?

"It's alright."

I have some doubts about the adhesive tape:

"Sir, if you don't buy anything, I'll have to go back to work..."

"go Go."

With Yan Huan's permission, the little boy ran to the other side of the garbage dump.

Watching his retreating figure, Yan Huan thought for a moment and then followed him.

The place the tape went to was a sinkhole.

Yan Huan stood at the edge of the sinkhole and looked around. The sinkhole was as large as an entire university campus, and it was incredibly vast.

The tape carefully crawled down and began picking through the pile of rubbish.

It seems that his usual job is picking up trash.

Yan Huan walked around the enormous pit and found many other children picking up trash.

Their faces were dirty, and when they saw Yan Huan passing by, they all lowered their heads, not daring to look him in the eye.

There was only a little girl who looked somewhat familiar, staring straight at him.

The girl was holding a broken wire in her hand. After staring at it for a long time, she walked forward in front of everyone else.

“Wait a minute…” she called out.

Yan Huan stopped and looked at the little girl who was walking towards her.

The girl's face was dirty, her clothes were tattered, and she was thin.

From Yan Huan's perspective, this girl's face is actually quite pretty, somewhat resembling Estella. With a little grooming, she'd definitely be quite beautiful.

“You look like someone I know,” the girl asked Yan Huan.

"You look a bit like someone I know," Yan Huan asked tentatively.

"How's it going with Di Huo Investment? Pretty great, huh?"

"It really is you! Bodyguard?!"

The plastic bag stared wide-eyed, somewhat incredulous: "So we're from the same hometown!"

Yan Huan: "..."

Chapter 1150 Where Did the Fragments of the Mother Goddess Come From?

Inside a shed made of corrugated iron, Yan Huan carefully removed her gas mask and took tentative breaths.

"Huh?"

There was still a faint smell of rust in the air, but it was mixed with a pleasant fragrance.

It's hard to imagine that anything could smell good in such a horrible place...

"How is it? Doesn't it smell much better than outside?"

He handed Yan Huan a wooden cup with a plastic bag, then picked up a plastic bottle from the table, unscrewed the cap, and carefully poured a little liquid into it for him.

“Grandpa sprays a little perfume he makes himself with flowers here every day, and many guests choose to rest here.”

"Is this a beverage?" Yan Huan picked up the cup and carefully examined the liquid inside.

He took a sniff; the smell was somewhat unfamiliar.

"This is cactus juice, used to entertain guests. We usually can't bear to drink it."

The plastic bag then took out a bottle wrapped in black cloth from the other side and poured out a liquid that looked like water.

"Is that filtered water?" Yan Huan asked.

"Yes, that's right." The plastic bag picked up the cup and took a small sip. "So you came here specifically to protect me?"

"I'm here to sell Fiji cups."

"..."

"It seems I only ordered the security service for the dream." The plastic bag looked at Yan Huan strangely.

"You came here by yourself, there won't be any extra charge, will there?"

"If I want to charge you, you need to have the money first."

Yan Huan took a sip of cactus juice and looked at her:

"How much do you earn in a day by picking and choosing in that pit?"

Are you asking about everyone together, or just me?

"Personal."

"Ten credits, please."

The plastic bag replied:

“My grandfather gives me ten yuan a day for living expenses, which I feel is quite a lot.”

"Ten yuan? What can you do with ten credits here?"

Yan Huan couldn't quite understand.

I have to pay so much money to enter the city. The cost of living here is even higher than in Pinocchio. Is ten yuan enough to cover my living expenses?

Could it be that... the prices inside are actually different from those at the city gate?

"You can buy stickers, and... Mother Goddess's blessing?"

"The Mother Goddess's blessing?"

Yan Huan sniffed, remembering that she had heard others call someone "the main god" before.

Is it a star god?

What star god is worshipped in this area?

Preservation? Patrol? Harmony? Or perhaps... order?

"Yes, receiving the Mother Goddess's blessing will make us luckier every day."

The plastic bag pulled a nail clipper out of its pocket and said with a smile:

"Water infused with the blessing of the Mother Goddess can also strengthen the body; this water is what we call holy water."

"?"

"show me."

Yan Huan took the nail plate from the plastic bag and examined it repeatedly, feeling that it looked somewhat familiar.

This nail plate has been cut; it looks like a dark red square in the palm of your hand.

Yan Huan took a sniff; the smell wasn't foul, but rather had a strange, refreshing fragrance that soothed her nerves.

"By the way, are you a Fate Walker?"

"No," the plastic bag shook its head.

"No superhuman has ever been born here, but it seems there are some among the city guards..."

"I heard they make a lot of money a month, all from people from other places."

"That's a lot." Yan Huan was speechless as she recalled her city entrance fee.

The wealth gap in this area is outrageously large.

"Can I have this nail plate?" Yan Huan asked.

"No."

The plastic bag stepped forward and took away the dark red square nail plate.

"If you give the Mother Goddess's blessing to someone else without permission, you will be punished by the guards."

She put the nail plate away.