Collapse Iron: I just transmigrated! You want me to save the Black Tower?!

"Jiang Jiu! Come out for dinner!"

Still no response.

Xing stood to the side, scratching his head: "How about... we just push the door open and go in?"

"That's not a good idea..." March 7th hesitated for a moment, "What if he's changing clothes?"

"Then we definitely have to go in."

"???"

Xing said seriously, "We need to confirm his safety."

March 7 was stunned by her logic for a second, then nodded.

"Makes sense!"

She reached out, ready to push the door open, but just as she was about to do so, the door opened.

Jiang Jiu stood at the door, his eyes half-closed, looking as if he had just woken up.

He glanced at the two people in front of him, paused for two seconds, and then asked, "...Is there something you need?"

March 7 was startled by his appearance and took half a step back.

"Are you... are you alright?"

Jiang Jiu tilted his head, puzzled, and asked, "...What could be wrong with me?"

"You've been in your room for two and a half days without coming out!" March 7th said matter-of-factly. "We were worried something might have happened to you!"

Jiang Jiu paused for a second: "...Was sleeping considered an accident?"

March 7th: "......"

Xing silently raised her hand from the side: "It doesn't count."

"That's all."

As Jiang Jiu spoke, he prepared to close the door.

On March 7th, with quick reflexes, he grabbed the door.

"Wait, wait, wait! Now that you're awake, come out and eat! Aunt Himeko made something delicious!"

Jiang Jiu looked at her, then at the stars behind her, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

......Have a meal?

He seemed not to have heard those two words in a long time.

In those past timelines, he was either fighting, traveling, or repeatedly teetering on the brink of death.

Want to eat?

What a luxury that is!

Since you won't starve even if you don't eat, this naturally becomes something that's rarely taken care of.

"Come on, come on!" March 7th said without waiting for a reply, grabbing his sleeve and pulling him outside. "You can't just stay cooped up in your room forever, can you? There are so many fun places on the train that you've probably never seen before. Come on, come on!"

Jiang Jiu stumbled a couple of steps as she pulled him along, feeling somewhat helpless.

"...I can walk by myself."

"Then hurry up!" March 7th turned around and smiled at him, a bright, pure smile without any impurities.

Jiang Jiu: "...Okay."

To be honest, Jiang Jiu was a little confused.

He altered the past slightly, fabricated a little bit about how he boarded the train, but didn't add much.

In other words, in their eyes, they might just be an unknown passenger who has boarded the train again for reasons that are hard to explain.

Because he had a train ticket, he didn't even need to make up a reason.

Logically speaking... they weren't that close.

So, are all the train crew members naturally this enthusiastic?

His enthusiasm seems a bit overwhelming...

Xing, watching this scene, suddenly uttered something startling.

"March."

"Ok?"

"You look like your mother."

March 7th nearly tripped over herself: "...What mom! I'm not a mom!"

Xing said seriously, "But you're worried about everyone eating."

That's concern! Do you understand what concern is?

“Oh, you care.” Xing nodded. “Then you care about Mom.”

March 7th: "......"

Jiang Jiu couldn't help but laugh out loud.

March 7th glared at him: "You're still laughing! It's all your fault!"

Jiang Jiu spread his hands innocently: "I didn't say anything."

You smiled!

"Laughing isn't illegal."

March 7th stomped her foot in anger and dragged Xing towards the dining car.

"I'm ignoring you all! Let's eat!"

Jiang Jiu stood there, watching their retreating figures, and smiled helplessly.

Himeko walked over and stood beside him.

"how do you feel?"

Jiang Jiu turned his head to look at her: "...Hmm?"

Himeko smiled and said softly, "Are you getting used to being a member of the train crew?"

Jiang Jiu was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"good."

"That's good. Let's go eat. Xiao Sanyue is right, you can't stay cooped up in your room all the time."

Jiang Jiu looked at her and suddenly asked, "Don't you want to ask me why I stayed in the room for two days?"

Himeko thought for a moment and said, "Everyone needs time to be alone. If you want to tell us, you will."

She paused, then added.

"Besides, since you've chosen to join the train crew, you're one of us now."

"No need to rush, take your time."

Jiang Jiu was silent for two seconds, then hummed in agreement.

"......Thanks."

Chapter 235 Death Experience Card, amazing, right?

Although Jiang Jiu had tried his best to guess that it would be lively here, the atmosphere was still much more lively than Jiang Jiu had imagined.

When you're truly immersed in the experience, the passion you feel is far more intense than when you're just observing.

March 7th had already forgotten about Xing's teasing earlier and was now fighting with Xing for the last piece of cake.

Danheng sat to the side, holding a cup of tea, his expression helpless, probably used to this kind of scene.

Walter adjusted his glasses, his gaze sweeping back and forth among the group, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Himeko, on the other hand, was holding a coffee cup and leaning against the window.

Jiang Jiu leaned against the door and watched for a while.

What a lively scene! It's rare to see such a warm and welcoming atmosphere, full of everyday life.

He was slightly dazed.

In the past timeline, he had witnessed too much destruction, too much death, and too many scenes of despair.

But this kind of...

This ordinary, mundane, and even somewhat childish scene made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Jiang Jiu! Come quick!" March 7th waved to him, "If you don't hurry, Xing will snatch all the cake!"

With her mouth full of cake, Xing mumbled, "It's obvious you couldn't beat me."

"Nonsense! I'm faster than you!"

"You are slower than me."

"you--!"

Jiang Jiu smiled and walked over.

When he came over on March 7th, she immediately pushed the cake in front of him.

"Here, this is for you!"

Jiang Jiu glanced at the cake they were fighting over, then looked at March 7's bright, sparkling eyes.

"......Thanks."

He picked up his fork, took a bite, and paused for a moment afterward.

It has no taste.

I almost forgot, it seems that it was because I couldn't taste the flavors that I gradually lost my desire to eat.