The sky is brightening.

Today is Christmas Eve.

In Carriage No. 2, at the "Armor Research and Development Center," Ai is standing there somewhat bewildered. The display on his cheek slowly flashes the words "finished" and "done"—not someone else, but it's him who's finished.

He seems to... might really be finished.

...

"..."

Having washed up, Chen Mang lights a cigarette, sits quietly on the chair, and after finishing it, says calmly and softly, "Ai, you're given one minute to get to the train room immediately."

"Understood."

Quickly.

With some trepidation, Ai walks into the train room and says softly, "Train Captain, you instructed."

"Repeat the order I gave you last night."

"Through 'Dream Manufacturing,' after you fell asleep, create a Level 10 Iron Ore and a Level 10 pickax."

"Hmm."

Chen Mang nods his head, pauses, and then can't help but angrily sweep up the cola on the table and hurl it at Ai, roaring, "Then explain to me what the hell this goddamn cola is all about!!!"

This morning.

Seeing the Dream Stone flashing by the bedside left him extremely excited. After all, bringing items out from dreams is a small probability event; he didn't hold much hope for it, but didn't expect he actually got it!

A Level 10 Iron Ore is a billion units of iron ore!

Sudden wealth!

If it didn't work out, bringing out a Level 10 pickax wasn't unacceptable; it's better than nothing.

But when he placed his hand on the Dream Stone and pulled out a can of cola from the teleportation gate next to it...

His mood was somewhat collapsing.

It was only then he remembered that, in last night's dream, besides the mine and the pickax, there seemed to be some cola and an oxygen generator.

If the items weren't brought out, it wouldn't matter—after all, it's a small chance—but to trigger a small chance only to bring out a goddamn cola!

The more Chen Mang thought about it, the angrier he got. He got up, strode to Ai, and kicked out angrily, "Did I ever give you the order to produce cola in the dream? Huh? Tell me, did I?!"

"N-no, I didn't."

Ai said weakly in a small voice, "I just had some thoughts, thinking since it was your first time mining, you might get tired, so I prepared some cola and an oxygen generator."

"You goddamn..."

Chen Mang took a deep breath, calmed himself down slowly, then pointed at the door, "Get back to your Carriage No. 2; I don't want to see you today. This brainstorming was quite good; don't do it again next time."

"Get out!"

"Oh... okay."

Ai dared not delay whatsoever, hurriedly got up, and walked out of the train room. When he saw the Train Captain take out a bottle of cola from the teleportation gate, he knew he was done for today.

It was a little different from what he imagined last night.

He didn't expect two consecutive small probability events to trigger.

But...

A bottle of cola was brought out.

"Come back!"

As Ai was about to leave the train room, Chen Mang said with a grim face, "Come back and take this bottle of cola away. See how it differs from the cola produced inside the train."

"Yes."

...

"Hey, President Ai."

Old Pig, who was preparing to report to Master Mang from Carriage No. 2, looked cheerfully at Ai coming out from the train room, "Master Mang is awake."

"Hmm."

Ai nodded calmly, "If you have any reports, just go in directly."

"No, I'm just strolling around, having a look."

Old Pig smiled, glanced around, and then pretended as if nothing happened, returning to his original route again. The footprint on President Ai was still vaguely visible, clearly showing that Master Mang's mood might not be so good now.

He wouldn't go in at this time.

Anyway, his business isn't urgent; it can wait until later. Why would he do something to make him a scapegoat?

This President Ai is quite mischievous.

He didn't even say a word more, obviously wanting to see him also embarrass himself.

...

Soon enough —

Chen Mang put the matter behind him; a Level 10 Iron Ore affair was still too elusive, unrealistic. He didn't harbor much hope in the first place. The train's development mainly relied on existing methods.

The train now has 12.56 million units of iron ore.

Save a bit more iron ore, and give the train a comprehensive upgrade.

Various resources are nearing depletion; titanium crystal ore is almost exhausted, although copper ore still has over a million units. But faced with a tough battle, these copper ore would probably just last a few rounds of dense fire coverage.

Resources are still too scarce.

At this stage, his biggest hope is still entrusted to "Neon City," after pausing for a while, he spoke, "Have Mr. Li come over to report yesterday's revenue situation."

"Okay."

From the train room came Ai's voice.

Chen Mang gave a long sigh, then lay in the chair and gently said to Fang, who stood by, "Massage the shoulders, put some strength into it."

Even though he dug for a whole night in the dream last night, upon waking, his body really felt sore and filled with a sense of powerlessness—he just wanted to sleep, nothing else.

He often encountered this situation in the previous world as well.

As long as the dream from the night before was real enough, he'd inevitably wake up with aching back and waist the next day.

So tired.

Actually, he had a big dream, but it was too grand for him to ever speak of. He hoped that one day the world could be at peace.

Or even if the world couldn't come to peace, he hoped his Constant Star was safe enough.

Could withstand external disasters.

And then he wouldn't lack resources; he could give himself a month's holiday. During this month-long break, he wouldn't have to think about anything, just enjoy a bit of decadent life on the Fixed Star.

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