"How many more kilometers?" asked the man who looked like a higher-ranking military officer.


    Unlike the train staff members, who wore blue uniforms, this person wore a ck suit with gold epaulets on the shoulders and a row of medals pinned to his chest, typical of high-ranking military officers.


    The suit was sharply tailored, with brass buttons gleaming in the light.


    He was responsible formanding the military personnel if the train came under attack by a horde of corrupted.


    "Just 100 kilometers until we reach the next city," the driver replied, his eyes focused on the radar.


    This train didn''t emit any light to avoid attracting the attention of the corrupted, so looking outside which was filled with miasma was futile.


    Even the ss had something on it that stopped the light from passing through.


    Instead, the train was equipped with state-of-the-art radar that could detect vibrations in the air.


    This advanced system used vibrations because the ck Miasma blocked ultrasonic signals, making traditional radar ineffective.


    The same miasma also rendered long-distancemunication impossible, isting the train from outside help in case it got stopped.


    "Good, but don''t becent," the higher-ranking officer reminded, his voice stern amidst the tension permeating the room. "I heard there were multiple attacks in other Tier 4 cities, so we need to be careful."


    "Yes, sir, but why are these sudden attacks happening? Why are the Corrupteds bing more aggressive?" the driver asked, his brow furrowed with worry.


    "I don''t know, but maybe this is rted to what happenedst year, do you still remember it?" The officer''s gaze drifted to a distant memory.


    "Of course, we were traveling that time when all the Miasma just disappeared for a minute. That was really a great feeling, witnessing the world transform before our eyes. Even now, I still dream of that scene from time to time. I wish my wife and daughter were there to witness it" the driver eximed, a wistful smile tugging at his lips as he reminisced.


    "Same... but ever since that day, the Corrupteds have be more aggressive. I''m afraid that something big ising in the future," the officer sighed, his shoulders sagging from stressed.


    Unlike the driver, he has ess to more information, a burden that weighed heavily on his shoulders.


    It was a challenge the military and government now grappled with—a sobering realization that even with humanity''s technological advancements, resources remained military .


    With each city''s fall, their already stretched resources dwindled further, increasing the danger of their situation.


    The government kept these scary findings from the public to prevent mass panic.


    The driver, hearing him, gulped nervously, his throat dried as he gathered his thoughts to respond.


    "We are okay, right?" the driver''s voice wavered slightly, revealing the anxiety eating at him. "I mean, we are operating mostly in the Tier 4 and Tier 3 railways. But still..."


    "Don''t worry, this ce is still safer than the Tier 1 and Tier 2 areas. Those ces were like hell on Earth," the officer cut the conversation, attempting to lighten the mood.


    But as if raising their own death g , the radar rm system suddenly red, jolting them into action.


    As the driver nced at his scren, his blood ran cold at the sight of multiple red dots multiplying rapidly.


    What started as a few hundred soon swelled into thousands, painting the entire radar screen red.


    "Not good," the driver eximed, his voice filled with urgency as he quickly activated the train rm system.


    With a sharp beep, the lights inside the train shifted from clear to an rming shade of red, signaling the imminent danger they faced.


    "Emergency, I repeat, Emergency, we are approaching a Corrupted Horde," the driver''s voice reverberated through the train, jolting everyone.


    As his warning echoed repeatedly through the train, passengers exchanged worried nces, their hearts pounding in their chests as the gravity of the situation sank in.


    Some sped their hands tightly together, others whispered hurried prayers under their breath, their fear visible in their faces.


    Back to the Control Room.


    The general hurriedly took his seat, fingers flying over the control panel as he initiated the connection with the earpieces of all the current military personnel aboard the train.


    With each press of a button, a sense of urgency filled the air, preparing the soldiers for the imminent battle ahead


    But relying solely on the military was not sufficient.


    The general''s voice echoed through the train''s inte system, delivering clear and concise instructions to all military personnelsand individuals withbat capabilities.


    "Listen up," hemanded, his tone authoritative butposed, "in the event that the train is forced to a stop, all personnel capable ofbat are to wear theirbat suits and air tanks located in the end of each cars immediately. We''ll fight the horde head-on if necessary, but our priority is to keep moving towards our destination. Stay vignt and be prepared for anything."


    Military personnel andbat-ready individuals exchanged quick nces, their expressions reflecting a mix of determination and apprehension.


    Some nodded in acknowledgment, while others adjusted their gear , preparing for the potential confrontation.


    "Don''t stop and go full straight ahead!" the high-ranking officer ordered, his voicemanding and firm. Stopping here would mean their death. Discover magic on m-vlemp _yr.


    Hearing the order, the driver gripped a particr lever tightly and pushed it upward. With a low hum, the train''s speed surged, the engines roaring with more power.


    He also clicked a button, causing all the windows on the train to shut closed, covered with metal panels.


    "Everyone, hold on tight! We''re ramming into the horde!" the driver shouted over the intes , his voice brave despite the mounting tension.


    Bracing himself against the impending impact, he steeled his resolve, ready to confront the oing threat head-on.


    In response to the driver''s call, everyone who heard it also braced themselves for the impending sh.


    Soldiers tightened their grips on whatever they could hold onto, while civilians huddled together, seeking whatever shelter they could find within the confines of the train.


    Hearts pounded in chests, adrenaline surged through veins, and every individual steeled themselves for the inevitable impact .


    As the armored train hurtled forward at breakneck speed, the tension inside the carriage was increasing.


    The sounds of the wheels against the tracks echoed throughout, each beat a countdown to the impending collision .


    Then, in a deafening sound, the train collided with the oing mass of corrupted beings.


    Metal screeched against flesh, and the entire train jolted violently as it plowed through the horde with full force.


    Inside, passengers were thrown about like rag dolls, their screams merging with the sound of grinding metal and shattering bones.


    Some clung to their seats with desperation, while others were flung to the floor, their bodies bruised and battered by the impact.


    "Don''t stop!" The driver''s voice reverberated through the control room.


    With every ounce of strength, he clung to the lever, his knuckles red with exertion as he ensured that the train kept moving forward.


    As he gritted his teeth, his mind briefly wandered to the reason why he had taken on this dangerous but lucrative job.


    It wasn''t just for the thrill or the challenge—it was for his family. So he could give them a good life despite the high cost of living in human cities.


    With each heartbeat, the memory of their faces shed before his eyes, filling him with determination to fulfill the promise he had made to them.


    "Daddy''s going to get back home, no matter what, sweetie!" he roared, his voice filled with determination and fatherly love.