It's raining outside, and the rain is quite heavy.
As for the bloody smell, it must be monsters approaching the train and then getting slayed. He wasn't worried; these days spent on the Constant Star Train, he had already witnessed its might.
If even the Constant Star Train can't withstand, then he has nothing to worry about; it means the heavens want him dead.
Even if Master Mang has to die, it's only normal for him to die.
Silently tiptoeing back to his place, the weather turned a bit cold, but fortunately, Master Mang turned on the air conditioning, making the carriage quite warm. Due to exhaustion, he soon fell back into a deep sleep.
The sound of the torrential rain faintly echoed near his ears.
The earthy smell of the rain partially seeped into the train.
For some reason, he slept even sounder.
