Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"Tear--"

He tore open the potato chip bag, grabbed some chips, and stuffed them into his mouth to calm his nerves.

[Experience in giving up +3 +7 +12...]

Noticing that the experience of giving up was gradually returning, Yan Huan understood.

I was too nervous just now, which affected my mood.

As long as you have thick skin, it's not a problem.

"Crash——!!"

When March 7th opened the door, the first thing she saw was Yan Huan lying sprawled on the headboard, covered by her own big quilt, holding a bag of opened potato chips in her hand.

March 7: "..."

Yan Huan: "..."

This is the end.

The door closed automatically, and the two people stared at each other in silence throughout the room.

The only sound was the chewing noise Yan Huan made while eating snacks.

The situation remained deadlocked for a long time.

The first to break the silence was Yan Huan, who threw the empty packaging bag on the ground.

"Hey bro, are these potato chips a bit spoiled? They're not crispy anymore." He pointed at the packaging and frowned deeply.

March 7th passed silently, gone without a word.

She picked up a doll that was placed by the French windows.

He then took off his shoes, stomped onto the bed, and leaped high into the air, his veins bulging!

He swung the weapon at Yan Huan fiercely:

"One of us has to die today!"

What followed was a barrage of attacks, like a sudden storm, raining down on Yan Huan.

"what……!!"

With a series of muffled thuds, Yan Huan finally succumbed to the impact and rolled down the slope.

It fell onto the cold floor.

Seeing March 7th standing barefoot on the bed, about to smash a doll again, he quickly waved his hand:

"and many more!"

March 7th: "Wait my ass! I've put up with you for ages!"

March 7th swung the doll and jumped down, delivering another heavy blow.

"Bam—!!"

The impact left Yan Huan disoriented, unable to distinguish east from west, with only the angry roar of March 7th echoing in her ears.

"You were the same before! Why did you ask for such an exorbitant amount of money? Don't you have any self-awareness?! And now you're still eating! Eating, eating, eating! All you know is eating!"

A series of frantic "bang" sounds echoed from the room; each time the doll bumped into Yan Huan, it produced a dull thud.

"Big sister, didn't you tell me to get that?" Yan Huan dodged the doll's heavy blow in a flustered manner.

"I told you to get a der!"

Damn it, the more I think about it, the angrier I get.

Estella's gaze towards me was all wrong back then; it was all this idiot's fault.

"You dare to come here yourself, huh? Fine, I'll kill you today!"

And so, on March 7th, Yan Huan was chased around the room, and a chase ensued.

Midway through, some shameless person found a few more bags of snacks. While running, they didn't forget to tear open the packaging and sneak a bite into their mouth.

[Experience in giving up +6 +5 +7...]

It has to be said that even if you're being chased and beaten, as long as you're in the March 7th room, the experience gained from just lying in bed is still higher than what you get from just being idle.

Alas, in the end, I just wasn't thick-skinned enough.

Otherwise, it could be higher.

"Ahem, wait a minute, I have something else to say!" Yan Huan stopped him by hugging the doll in March 7's hands.

"Huh? What, you've been beaten into submission?"

"No."

"Actually, I came here to ask you something. Look at you, you hit me as soon as we met, and I forgot all about it."

"What is it?" March 7th put down the doll.

Yan Huan said seriously, "Do you know how long we're going to stay on the space station?"

March 7th said matter-of-factly:

"They probably won't stay long, since the antimatter legion has been mostly wiped out."

Her light blue eyes were filled with curiosity.

"Besides, the cause of this chaos should be the star core in your body. Now that it's truly sealed inside you, the rift in this space station will stop spreading."

Yan Huan nodded.

He can't just leave immediately; he needs to stay for a few more days.

Because they are currently on the Black Tower space station, the logistics for online purchases will be faster.

He still has things that haven't been delivered yet.

"What, you're reluctant to leave the space station? Are you going back to being a clerk?" March 7 asked, hands on hips.

Could it be that I messed up his mentality?

Wait a minute, it doesn't hurt when this doll hits me.

Is Yan Huan really that sensitive?

"No, I just bought some things. I was worried that the logistics wouldn't keep up while the train was on its way," Yan Huan said, sitting on the floor and looking at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

March 7 nodded.

"That's possible. So, what exactly did you buy?"

Based on March 7's impression, Yan Huan obtained a rope knot with spatial abilities, as well as various firearms, from Estádio.

Could it be that.

Has he bought more weapons?

"Hey, you didn't buy some weapons again, did you?" March 7 asked suspiciously.

The room was a mess. After chasing Yan Huan barefoot for so long, San Yueqi was exhausted and plopped down on the bed.

Yan Huan, on the other hand, continued to sit on the floor without caring at all, her hair being turned into a mess by the doll.

He quietly straightened his hair:

"Not only that, it has everything."

March 7: "?"

"For example, e-sports space capsules, insulated cabins, automatic cooking vehicles, food ingredients, snowmobiles, rocket launchers... you name it, they have it."

March 7th frowned slightly: "Are you playing PUBG here? Why don't you just buy a flint and steel and start a fire by rubbing sticks together?"

"I bought it; it's windproof."

March 7: "..."

The girl stood up, her bare white feet touching the floor, and with a stern face, said in confusion:

"Brother, is the train not making you feel safe? Do you have to buy so many things to use it?"

Yan Huan shook her head:

"I have to ensure my quality of life. Actually, I've always been a very particular person."

"Come on," March 7th said with disbelief. "You can tell I kept eating potato chips that had been sitting out for a long time. What kind of quality of life do you have?"

People who truly pursue a high quality of life have seen the March 7th festival before.

Someone like Yan Huan is at best a nouveau riche.

They could have easily slashed the doomsday beast in one blow, so why bother with a rocket launcher?

If the weaponry were truly that powerful, the Black Tower Space Station wouldn't need the support of their Star Train.

In this world, those who walk the path of destiny are the true symbol of strength.

"Tch, believe it or not." Yan Huan curled her lip.

"Yan Huan, if you're really serious, why don't you exercise like Dan Heng does? Improving your own strength is much more reliable than using weapons."

Hearing March 7's advice, Yan Huan took a deep breath.

Girl, you just don't understand.

If I actually make a move, I'll be out of the "playing it safe" phase, and I'll lose eight hours of experience points.

The purpose of buying weapons is precisely this.

Normally, to solve a minor problem, firing a few shots is enough; there's no need to go all out.

Yan Huan stood up and patted March 7 on the shoulder:

“My dear friend, one day you will understand my intention.”

With that, Yan Huan opened the door without looking back and walked away alone.

March 7: "???"

What's the intention?