"I have the accessory blueprint for the train's headlight here. What price can you offer?"
A straightforward question.
"What price do you want?"
"5000 units of iron ore."
"That's too high. The blueprint for a white accessory isn't worth that price."
"You're currently ranked first in the wasteland train leaderboard; you surely don't mind this amount of iron ore."
"True. Send me your train's coordinates, and I'll deliver it to you."
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"..."
Inside the train compartment, Chen Mang slightly squinted his eyes, playing with the item in his hand—a sharpened branch with brown bloodstains on it.
This was a simple tool he crafted on his third day after crossing into this world for self-defense.
With this branch, he once killed a man who came to provoke him.
Although with the train's current power, he no longer needed this branch, it held a special sentiment for him, during those days when he had no sense of security and could die in the wasteland at any moment.
