Doomsday: I Build an Infinite Train.

Chapter 471 Completion of Suicide
Lin Xian looked at Hua Xiaoling, who was completely naked in front of him, and suddenly felt a chill run through his body. It wasn't a feeling from the heart, but a real cold.

It's like, it's snowing.

Lin Xian looked around and was surprised to find that the space around him had changed. He was in a concrete fortification. Not far away, an old-fashioned kerosene stove was hissing. Rust was showing through the peeling walls. AK-74 rifles and RPG-7 rocket launchers were displayed on the weapon rack. The glass was covered with ice flowers due to the cold.

Hua Xiaoling walked slowly towards him. Lin Xian frowned and wanted to take a step back, but then he realized...

He can't move.

He could only watch helplessly as the naked Hua Xiaoling walked up to him. Then, her face suddenly changed, and her hair turned into a head of reddish-brown curly hair. Lin Xian felt himself fall backward, and 'Hua Xiaoling' straddled him. A military-style white shirt, torn open and disheveled, appeared on his body, while a discarded jacket lay on the ground.

Lin Xian glanced at the name tag on the lining of the military overcoat on the ground, which read Yelena Panova in Russian.

what happened?

Lin Xian was somewhat bewildered, inexplicably finding himself in a scene where he was having a late-night rendezvous with a Soviet female officer.

In front of the cramped communications station, apart from the background sound of the howling wind and snow, the only sounds in the room were the creaking of the wooden table legs and the suppressed roars of him and the female officer during their brief moment of tenderness.

Woo!
Woo!
Suddenly, the piercing red alarm light spun wildly! A shrill air raid siren blared outside. Before the two could even stop moving, the blast door was violently pounded on! A guard's shout pierced the snow: "Captain! Highest level 'Halo' warning! Base urgently calling!"

With a snap, the teacup fell and shattered. The two quickly separated, hastily putting on their clothes. 'Lin Xian' grabbed his coat and rushed out the door. The wind and snow rushed in, and the alarm sirens swallowed the silence, deafeningly loud. The scene outside transformed into a snowy pine forest. He then jumped into a military jeep, its wheels slipping on the ice. The headlights, like the eyes of a dying beast, tore through the blizzard.

This is definitely not a holographic projection. Lin is now as if he is actually there, becoming another person.

He quickly calmed down, taking in the details before him. The dashboard reflected his pale face. This old jeep had been obsolete for at least 60 years, and the scene before him seemed to be set in some era of the old Soviet Union.

The jeep passed through the camouflage netting and the entrance to the heavy reinforced concrete fortifications. Lin Xian jumped out of the vehicle and quickly entered the passage with a group of guards. The passage was a long and dark corridor, now filled with the echoing sound of boots. Some of the plaster on the walls was peeling off, revealing the gray base layer. Old fluorescent tubes emitted a buzzing sound and a pale white light. The air was filled with a mixture of smells of engine oil, cheap tobacco, and strong disinfectant.

Lin glanced at the wall of the passageway and his gaze immediately sharpened.

This is the 'Cassandra' Strategic Missile Early Warning Center!
The elevator sank into the earth's core, the hydraulic doors roared open, and a huge radar screen, flashing a monotonous green light, occupied an entire wall. On it was a complex grid like a constellation map. At this moment, five points of light crossed the polar ice cap, and the countdown numbers pounded like a heartbeat. Several soldiers in khaki uniforms sat solemnly in front of the screen, and everything was shrouded in a low, monotonous mechanical sound.

"Yakov, repeat that again!"

A tall lieutenant colonel stood at the front, his voice deep and resonant.

"Satellite data verification complete, Lieutenant Colonel! Track locked to Moscow and Kyiv. A total of 5 satellites, expected to reach the mainland in 28 minutes."

A deathly silence descended with the blaring of the alarm. You could almost hear the sweat dripping from foreheads. All eyes were fixed on the pulsating red numbers that represented the countdown to destruction. It was as if the oxygen had been sucked out instantly. A suffocating fear of the apocalypse gripped everyone's heart. Some people clenched their fists unconsciously, their knuckles turning white.

Lin Xian glanced at the figure, immediately realized something, and looked up at the clock in the early warning center.

1983年，9月26日，11点32分。

This is……

The night of the nuclear crisis during the Cold War!
Lin Xian's heart sank. He looked up and saw that the figure was now turning towards him.

"Lieutenant Sergei, are there any anomalies in the North American chain of command?"

“No!” It was 'Lin Xian' himself who spoke. He stepped forward and reported, “The Cassandra system falsely reported a solar flare three weeks ago, but it wouldn’t have such a trajectory.”

Looking at the middle-aged military officer in front of him, Lin Xian guessed the man's identity.

Lieutenant Colonel Stanislav Petrov, the duty commander for tonight, was about fifty years old with gray hair. He wasn't wearing a uniform jacket, but only a faded military green shirt with the collar open and the sleeves rolled up. He seemed to be shrouded in immense pressure.

Looking at this person, Lin Xian was filled with doubt. What did Hua Xiaoling mean by this? What did she want him to see?
Lin Xian had certainly learned about the Cold War from the Federation's modern history and was aware of the historical secrets that had almost led to a crisis for all mankind. However, being there in person now, he felt as if he truly understood the chilling pressure.

Lieutenant Colonel Petrov stood ramrod straight ahead, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the red dot on the radar screen. The highest alert meant that it had to be reported immediately. Upon receiving this urgent message, the Ministry of Defense would immediately initiate the counterattack procedure, and the destruction order would be sent to missile silos throughout the Soviet Union.

He picked up the red phone, his finger hovering just centimeters above the red button, trembling slightly, sweat gathering and dripping from his forehead.

"This doesn't make sense! How could the Americans start a nuclear war with just five missiles? It's more like a malfunction during an exercise or a technical error! But... what if it isn't? What if this is a preemptive strike?"

"22 minutes! Procedures require an immediate report!" The staff officer stood by. "We must respond!"

At this moment, everyone's eyes turned to Petrov, and they could all see the terrifying pressure he was facing.

Retaliation means war! A nuclear war of no return, guaranteeing mutual destruction!
Millions will die tonight, including those of us here and now. Countries may also disappear. No one could have imagined that destruction would happen in the blink of an eye.

Time seemed to stand still, with only the red numbers coldly counting down.

The staff officer urgently reported: "Lieutenant Colonel! The readings are correct! There are 21 minutes left! We must report this!!"

Lin Xian watched this scene quietly. As an observer, he knew that this was just an information crisis in history. As long as he waited for the ground radar system to confirm it, he would understand that it was just a misunderstanding, a false alarm. Many years later, it would be widely circulated on the Internet as a historical anecdote, and it would not even be written into history books.

However, the scene he had envisioned did not unfold. Petrov abruptly closed his eyes, took a deep breath of the stale air, and then, under Lin Xian's gaze, pressed the call button...

What!??
hum~
A buzzing sound filled Lin Xian's brain, as if his mind was completely blank.

Lin Xian opened his eyes and felt his vision detach from his body and rise continuously, as if his soul had flown out, passing through the underground fortress of the missile early warning center, and flying from the forest into the black sky. A bone-chilling cold penetrated his marrow, much like the apocalypse foreseen on an ancient battlefield.

As he flew higher and higher, he saw with his own eyes the iron gates of the nuclear missile silos burst open on that vast, desolate land, and missiles painted with red stars shot out, their flames tearing through the dark sky.

In the distance, the Baltic Sea surged with waves, and the Borei nuclear submarine emerged from the water like a behemoth, its submarine-launched ballistic missiles piercing the clouds with a deathly roar, leaving a pale trail of light in their wake.

Countless fireworks soared into the sky like dazzling stars, piercing the heavens.

This deadly symphony instantly ignited the prelude to nuclear war. Like flowers of hell blooming all over the world, missiles were launched simultaneously from multiple regions, heading towards every corner of the world.

Financial elites in New York skyscrapers suddenly looked up from their keyboards. The bright light outside the window swallowed everything. Their exclamations turned to dust on their office chairs, and shredded suits mixed with scraps of paper scattered like snowflakes.

As the aroma of coffee wafted from cafes in the early hours of the morning in London, pedestrians fled in panic. In an instant, the shockwave crushed flesh and blood into dust, turning the entire city into a boiling wasteland.

In the dead of night in Tokyo, while millions slept, in an apartment where four generations lived together, the grandmother lay peacefully with her eyes closed on the tatami mat, and the young child was curled up in his parents' arms. Unaware of what was happening, they were torn apart by an explosion, and their home was reduced to nothingness under a pillar of light. The entire city of Tokyo was bombarded by flowers of destruction from three directions and engulfed in flames.

The nuclear bombs fell silently, turning the entire land into a desolate, scorched wasteland, with only the surging heat waves from the embers remaining. Panic was a futile symphony; tourists along the California coastline screamed and scattered on the beaches, only to collapse on the sand melted by the light.

The factories outside Moscow ceased their roaring operations. Before workers could even put down their tools at the assembly line, the high temperatures and radiation caused the steel and human bodies to steam together, leaving behind charred skeletons lying on the ground.

The sun blazed overhead, its dazzling light turning the sky a snowy white. Lin Xian felt his breath catch in his throat, as if he had returned to the night of the Apocalypse, when destruction came too suddenly, and the world ceased to exist in the blink of an eye.

Then, the intense light receded, and Lin Xian blinked. Looking again, he found himself back inside the tent. The sphere that projected the holographic image was still floating in mid-air, with a few words displayed in front of him.

[The preview of the 1th human civilization's fate has ended]

Inside the tent, Hua Xiaoling was no longer there. The tea on the table was still warm, and an extremely strong dark energy fluctuation filled the tent before quickly disappearing. Lin Xian stood there with a complicated expression. He noticed that the image sphere had put away its projection and slowly flew to his front, beckoning to him and landing in his hand.

Just then, the mechanical heart light screen in front of Lin Xian suddenly popped up.

[3000 mechanical source points successfully converted]

Lin Xian frowned, now even more confused.

What does "a preview of the end of civilization" mean? Is it meant to convey some message to him?

What does it mean when humanity ends civilization through nuclear war?
Also, why would he absorb so many mechanical source points?

Lin Xian stared at the projection sphere in his hand, momentarily stunned.

"Lin Xian!"

With a whoosh, the tent flap was pulled open, and Chen Sixuan, clad in power armor and wielding the Night Hunter, rushed in. Upon seeing Lin Xian, she immediately asked, "Are you alright?!"

Lin Xian looked around: "Where's Hua Xiaoling?"

“She’s gone. She suddenly disappeared from my thermal radar. I didn’t see how she left.” Chen Sixuan opened her mask and looked at Lin Xian, who had a complicated expression. She frowned and said, “What did she show you? I found you standing there for about 20 minutes.”

Lin Xian glanced at his watch upon hearing this: "20 minutes?"

"Correct."

"really interesting."

Lin Xian felt as if he had experienced a whole night of destruction during his recent lucid moment, but the time now told him that only 20 minutes had actually passed.

“They must have spotted our location, otherwise she wouldn’t have suddenly appeared here,” Chen Sixuan said. “But judging from her appearance, she doesn’t seem to be here to start a fight?”

"It doesn't seem so at the moment." Lin Xian took a deep breath, weighed the projection sphere in his hand, which had a button on it. He focused his gaze and pressed it with his thumb.

At this moment, another holographic message was projected.

[Do you want to activate the preview of the ending of Civilization No. 807?]

"What? Number 1 has passed, so it's number 807 now?"

"What are you saying?" Chen Sixuan asked.

"I..." Lin Xian pointed to the light screen in front of him, sighed, and briefly explained the situation to Chen Sixuan.

"How can this holographic projection give you such an immersive feeling? It sounds like you've been connected to some kind of brain-computer interface program," Chen Sixuan immediately analyzed after listening.

Lin Xian frowned upon hearing this, realizing what was happening: "Now that you mention it, did you feel that strong dark energy fluctuation just now?"

At this moment, Chen Sixuan raised her elbow, and a number appeared on the spirit-dispelling value detector on her hand.

32609!

"It all happened in an instant. There was a warning, but you didn't respond, so I rushed over immediately." Chen Sixuan frowned slightly. "This unit is no less than an S-level unit."

Lin Xian picked up the projection sphere and looked at it: "Then I should be able to guess the reason."

"what happened?"

"This thing is probably more than just a simple 3D holographic image. Perhaps my vision can only see the holographic projection, but what this thing shows should be a higher-dimensional image, which is why I have such a realistic experience."

This conjecture is based on the assumptions Hua Xiaoling told him about the forbidden items and the characteristics of the Dark Gear. It can also barely explain why his Mechanical Heart absorbed such a large amount of dark energy and transformed it into a mechanical source point.

Hearing Lin Xian's words, Chen Sixuan fell silent for a moment, and could only say...
"Did she leave this to you to send you some message?"

Lin Xian nodded: "It's not clear yet, but this thing is definitely related to the Dark Civilization. Perhaps we can find some clues in it."

He didn't see any hostility from Hua Xiaoling, nor could he verify what she said. At this moment, Lin Xian could only try to figure out what this thing was trying to convey.

So, to confirm his idea, he sat down again, placed the sphere on the table, and said to Chen Sixuan, "Keep watch for me. If you want to see if I guessed right, just try again."

Chen Sixuan glanced at him with concern, but nodded nonetheless: "Okay, they're on their way. Be careful."

"If there were any danger, I would have died long ago." Lin Xian looked at the projection sphere in front of him with a solemn expression, took a deep breath, and pressed down again.

[Initiating a preview of the ending for Civilization No. 807]

The center of the projection device flashed blue light again, and then a holographic light and shadow began to gradually unfold and expand, instantly enveloping the entire tent space.

Lin Xian felt a flash of light before his eyes and instinctively closed them.

When he opened his eyes again, his vision began to brighten. He was now standing on top of a super tall building. The sky seemed to have no atmosphere, and he could clearly see a huge planet suspended in the air.

"Hello, ID number 17695516"

A gentle, clear female voice sounded from behind him. Lin Xian turned around and this time, he was able to control his body. He felt a smooth sensation brought by mechanical torque, but he didn't have time to observe his body. Behind him stood an extremely beautiful female robot. He couldn't tell if it was an AI or a semi-mechanical human. The only thing he could confirm was that the other party was talking to him.

"Individual number 17695516," the female robot continued, looking at him.

"Based on the instructions issued by the consensus neural decision-making system, please complete the following within five minutes..."

"Complete the suicide!"

(End of this chapter)