Chapter 10 - Chapter 10 - Evolvers

This was not only said to Celine, but also to everyone in the carriage.

Octavius, sitting next to him, showed no unusual expression.

Although he felt that Silas was not as simple as he appeared.

However, one should know how to repay kindness.

Celine paused for a moment, then pursed her lips and said, "Okay."

Silas then smiled with satisfaction.

He liked obedient girls.

The team-building progress had far exceeded his expectations.

An unintentional flapping of wings had changed many things.

...

The long steel train groaned softly on the tracks, the last vestiges of twilight crushed beneath its wheels.

The armed train quietly departed from Wen'an City, heading towards a steel plant thirty kilometers away.

The tin-encased headlights, like melted sugar cubes, cast a warm yellow glow on the rusty, blood-stained car windows.

Silas's pen moved swiftly across the notebook, ticking off the lines "railway repair" and "material collection".

These were some of the key conditions for armed trains that he had previously listed.

Closing the notebook and gazing at the deepening darkness outside the window, Silas abruptly drew the curtains shut.

In the darkness, anything that glows is either prey or bait.

Yvette was using a steel fork to flip the luncheon meat in the frying pan, the oil sizzling and popping.

Octavius asked quietly from the side, "Sister Celine, is your hand better?"

Seeing the worry in Octavius's eyes, Celine remembered that her arm had been bitten by a earlier.

Rolling up her sleeve, a thin scar was visible on her fair forearm, with faint teeth marks almost hidden in the scab.

"It's healed so quickly. It seems that promotes cell growth," Jade exclaimed in surprise.

" will enhance the physical qualities of the evolved one in all aspects, but physical enhancement is the domain of the , not the ."

As Silas spoke, he unceremoniously picked up a piece of sizzling luncheon meat from the pot and put it in his mouth.

As the aroma of meat mingled with just the right amount of salt swirled in his mouth, Silas felt his energy recovery speed increase by three points.

"Data ...you just mentioned , didn't you?"

Jade seemed to be deep in thought.

"To be more precise, it's . Celine, tell me your thoughts," Silas said.

The reflection in Celine's eyes disappeared again, revealing a stark black and white colorless state, giving it a blank look. She pondered for a moment and said...

"When energy floods into my eyes, the world turns a dark gray, and then some points of light appear, but I can't touch most of them right now."

"That's because you haven't learned yet. Once you learn that , you'll be able to disassemble most common objects."

"Is it a ?"

"You can understand it this way: can develop their own through special methods, and then form a through different combinations."

Silas seemed to suddenly remember something and tapped his forehead with two fingers.

"Jade, go and tell Leon to find a place to park the car and prepare to spend the night. Also, bring over that carcass."

"It is good."

Ten minutes later, the train entered an unnamed small tunnel.

With a slight tremor, the train came to a stop.

Leon also emerged from the front of the car.

"Just get it to carriage number 2."

Leon responded and soon came over carrying the blood-soaked dog.

Silas had already instructed several people to lay a plastic sheet on the carpet in the sightseeing carriage.

"Boom!"

Leon threw the out, causing the carriage to shudder slightly. Jade quickly estimated its size and was secretly astonished; the didn't look big, but its weight was comparable to that of a lean domestic pig.

Celine, who was standing to the side, looked at the corpse on the ground and suddenly exclaimed softly, "I think I can touch this point of light."

"Then give it a try."

Silas pondered to himself.

With the presence of in the team, the speed of will definitely increase significantly.

Some corresponding plans can also be accelerated or implemented simultaneously.

Twenty minutes later.

Everyone looked curiously at the transparent crystal, about the size of a fingernail, in Celine's hand.

"This is the . Cultivating with it is faster than contacting , and it's also safer. You can extract about half the size of this from these unevolved outside, which are in their embryonic stage," Silas explained.

"... so that's what it means, the ability to collect the from other organisms." Jade suddenly realized.

Silas stretched and said, "There are five types of , and there are already three of them here."

Seeing everyone looking at him, Octavius simply said, "I can manipulate metal, but I don't know what type."

"The ," Silas said calmly.

"The five categories are: , , , , and ."

Silas ignored the complicated looks in their eyes and continued speaking.

"The defining characteristic of an is that it generates energy and then converts it into various forms of energy to power machinery and electronics."

"The special ability allows them to extract the from , plants, or into easily portable and absorbable crystals, and they can also collect some unique materials found in the apocalypse."

"A `can manipulate a certain element. For example, a metal` can control metal."

"The can use the body's to erode matter, altering its physical properties and making subtle adjustments."

"The can rapidly advance its abilities through combat."

"Each type of has unique traits, even after multiple advancements."

Fearing they wouldn't understand, Silas only gave a general overview of the categories of .

In fact, there is much more information about than this. The professional potions, training methods, and evolutionary paths developed by different factions are intricate and complex.

There are dozens of routes that Silas had heard of.

Any piece of information could potentially create a top-tier expert, but those were Silas's precious assets, so he naturally could not reveal them casually.

'I should take some time to jot down the time and see if I can capture a couple of opportunities.'

A thoughtful look appeared in Silas's eyes.

"What are we going to do next?"

Octavius suddenly asked.

Did he want to ask about long-term goals or current goals?

"All."

"The long-term goal is to arm our mobile fortress, escape the high-temperature zone, and head north. You saw it during the day; those beasts are not something we can kill with our bare hands. Even need time to develop... As for short-term goals, we eat and sleep. What about you?"

Silas countered with a question.

A hint of confusion, befitting his age, finally appeared on the boy's usually calm face. "The director is dead, the orphanage is gone, I don't know."

"Then do you believe me?"

Silas suppressed his smile and asked seriously in return.

Looking into Silas's cold eyes, Octavius's instincts told him that he was not a good person.

But the leader had said it.

As human beings, we should be grateful and repay kindness, and even more importantly, we should keep our word.

"I believe you."

(End of this chapter)

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Author - 莽签

Translator and Editor - Husband

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