My Doomsday Train.

Chapter 351 "Forbidden Items of Hell" (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
In the Second Universe, on an unknown planet, in an unknown city, Chen Mang and his group arrived.

The weird thing is.

Although the people here are dead, they don't have that strong aura of death on them, their bodies aren't rotting, and they're not ghost-like. They look almost no different from normal humans.

No.

It should be said that there is absolutely no difference.

That saved a lot of effort.

Chen Mang initially thought he might need to disguise himself to avoid revealing that he was a living person, but after getting to know these "inhabitants of hell" better, he realized...
They are all living people.

Not a single person died.

There were many pedestrians on the road. The city was a modern one, with tall buildings and neon lights. The streets were bustling with traffic. Everything about it made people forget that they were in what was called the "second universe," a hellish place.

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Chen Mang, along with Biaozi and the others, stood in front of a roadside vendor and watched as the vendor dipped an unknown insect, about the size of a palm, into batter, coated it several times, then threw it into a pot of oil, fried it until cooked, and finally sprinkled it with chili powder.

It must be a local snack.

just
It's a bit like hell.

He could barely accept eating insects, but at most he could only accept insects the size of a finger. Insects the size of a palm were already pushing his limits, and he wasn't originally from Guangxi.

His lips twitched slightly.

He then left the vendor's stall with Biaozi and the others. Over the years, he had been learning the Cosmic Language in his spare time, and now he could communicate fluently and freely in it. The slogans and communications in this city all used the Cosmic Language.

Therefore.

He can live a completely normal life in this city, although he can still hear some niche languages ​​that he doesn't understand from time to time.

Incidentally, the Cosmic Language could actually be mastered instantly through memory implantation, but he is quite sensitive about this and is unwilling to delete any of his memories or have any implanted.

This makes him feel like he's not pure.

It's like not being your true self.

Three hours later.

Chen Mang and Biaozi sat down in a roadside coffee shop and sighed softly.

"Good."

It now appears that the "Second Universe" is a complete and independent universe. However, all resources and special items here have the prefix "Hell" and cannot be used in the First Universe. They can only circulate within this universe.

He had originally planned to buy some snacks.

结果
Penniless.

There's no local currency, no hellfire iron ore, and you can't buy anything for a single cent.

They were sitting at the free tables and chairs outside the coffee shop, not going inside. They couldn't afford coffee, and being new to the place, he wasn't too keen on getting a free coffee.

In other words.

The ability to freely travel between the "Second Universe" and the "First Universe" is essentially only good for sightseeing.

They basically can't be considered middlemen.

He also learned a lot about the "Second Universe".

such as
There are different levels here as well. Those who understood the language of the universe during their lifetime and had family members in the first universe who would burn paper money for them from time to time are in the third level.

Not understanding the language of the universe, unable to immediately integrate into this world, but having family members burning paper money, that is the sixth level.

Those who don't understand the language of the universe and whose deaths are forgotten are classified as the ninth level.

As for the first tier, that is, someone who not only understood the language of the universe during their lifetime but also knew about the existence of the second universe. After their death, their family members would burn incense like crazy, by the ton. In that case, their life in the second universe would definitely be considered very comfortable.

Besides.

The Second Universe isn't anything particularly special; it's a place everyone has a chance of arriving at after death, where they can live indefinitely until they no longer wish to live.

The suicide rate here is extremely high.

Basically, a large number of people commit suicide every year.

In the absence of natural death and the inability to kill each other, suicide becomes the only solution for dying.

at this time--

Chen Mang suddenly felt his cane trembling slightly, and even his hat was trembling. Not only that, but the sunglasses in his jacket pocket were also trembling, as if they had sensed something.

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He paused for a moment, then remembered the full names of the three special items.

They are "Hell Staff", "Hell Hat", and "Hell Sunglasses".

They are all special items with the prefix "hell," and they are indeed deeply connected to this place.
but
Isn't this normal?
In the first universe, there are quite a few special items with the "Hell" prefix, including some accessories, such as the "Hell Cannon," and he's not the only one who owns it.

He raised his cane, stood still, and kept turning his body, facing different directions.

The cane stopped trembling when they faced due north.

He looked up and gazed ahead.

It was a dark alleyway across the street.

"It's an alley again."

Chen Mang whispered that the cane was clearly being attracted and guided by something, but whether it was a blessing or a curse was hard to say. He gently touched the brooch on his chest, as the saying goes, "skill breeds boldness."

He got up, leaned on his cane, and walked across the busy street to the other side of the road.

This process lasted six minutes.

The streets are not wide.

That is, eight lanes.

However, there are no traffic lights here, and the cars on the street drive by very fast, so crossing the road is not an easy task.

After going deeper into the alley.

At the end of the road, there were two forks in the road. His cane began to tremble slightly again, but stopped trembling when he faced east.

This serves as a guide.

He wandered aimlessly through the alleys of this unfamiliar city until he arrived at one.
"Flood discharge inlet".

This is a public building in the city, similar to an underground tunnel. Its main function is to release floodwaters as soon as possible when the city encounters a major flood. However, perhaps because there has been no flood for too long, this place has become a slum.

Many people were going back and forth at the entrance.

Clothes were tattered.

Everyone was covered in wounds, and many people had their intestines pulled out of their stomachs and hung on the railings, then hung their necks from their intestines, acting as teru bozu dolls in broad daylight, swaying back and forth in the air.

It was a chaotic mess.

Not a single one of them is normal.

Only here can you feel a trace of hellish atmosphere.

Yeah.

This is what hell should be like.

Like those office workers carrying briefcases on the main road outside, how could they have any connection with hell? They've gone mad. Even after they're dead, they still have to go to work, and they're even eternally working. No wonder so many people commit suicide. It would be better to just die completely.

At this moment, many people cast strange, somewhat fearful glances at them.

Since they stood out so conspicuously here, their clothes were quite neat and looked quite impressive, and all of them had intact organs, making them completely out of place. No one dared to look at them for too long, as if they were worried that they had offended some important figure.

Chen Mang looked down at his cane.

His cane guided him deeper into the slum before him.

The smell in the air was comparable to a foul stench, like a middle-aged man with a fungal infection who, after spending the day stomping on yeast, rolls up his sleeves, sweating profusely, and starts acting as a perfume salesman.

Yes.

People here also have to go to work, and without proper shower facilities, they can only buy cheap perfume to mask their body odor.

When these smells mix together, the air quality becomes quite concerning.

If you weren't standing here in person, it would be hard to imagine that in such a bustling city, hidden in a corner obscured by countless skyscrapers, there would be such a place.

"Go in and have a look."

Now that he was already here, Chen Mang was also eager to know what was guiding him.

Leading Biaozi and the others, they strode deeper into the "flood outlet" in front of them. The light changed rapidly, and after their eyes adjusted to the dim light, they found themselves in a place that resembled a parking lot. The ground was covered with makeshift beds, and many people were sleeping on the beds with their families.

The race is predominantly human.

Secondly, there were some random races, many of which he didn't recognize, but they were basically all based on human structures, with some modifications or extensions of human structures.

According to the guidelines.

As he ventured deeper into the wilderness, no one dared to provoke or drive him away, which saved him a lot of trouble.

finally--

Guided by his cane, he made his way to the deepest part of the "slums," where the environment looked cleaner. Many vendors sat on the ground with their goods displayed on white cloths in front of them.

This place is probably similar to a black market.

He noticed that the white cloths in front of these vendors had loose threads sticking out from the four corners. This was a clever design; the effect was that in the event of an emergency, if someone grabbed what they were holding, the white cloth in front of them would instantly form a bag, allowing them to grab all their belongings and run away.

He has seen this kind of world before.

However, that was something I encountered in the previous world before I transmigrated.

It's been a long time.

My memories are becoming somewhat hazy.

This detail further confirms his suspicion that this is a black market, and only such illegal vendors would use this design. However, the items sold here all look very cheap.

Chen Mang squatted in front of a vendor, looking at the goods displayed on a white cloth.

There were broken washbasins, used soap, nearly empty toothpaste tubes, and several burnt-out cigarette butts, etc. It was more like garbage than goods, and such things should be placed in a landfill rather than on the black market.

but--

Since the other party can sell them, and even sells them on the black market, these things must have something special about them, he just hasn't figured it out yet.

just
Chen Mang picked up the nearly empty tube of toothpaste on the white cloth and examined it from all angles, but he couldn't see anything special about it. It was a brand he had never heard of before, and the writing on the tube was extremely blurry.

"how much is it?"

He looked up at the vendors.

But he found that the vendor had frozen in place, staring at the toothpaste in his hand with a look of horror, his voice trembling: "You...you actually managed to pick up this tube of toothpaste with your bare hands?"

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After a pause, Chen Mang calmly said in a low voice, "I wore invisible gloves."

"That's what I said."

The vendor breathed a sigh of relief, then carefully wrapped his hands in his clothes, took the toothpaste from Chen Mang, and began to introduce it: "This tube of toothpaste costs 17 units of hell iron ore."

He then pulled out a device from his pocket, touched the toothpaste, and a value appeared on the device's screen.

"Vitality: 17".

"17 vitality for 17 units of Hellfire Iron Ore, that's a fair price."

The vendor was clearly eager to make a sale, and looked at Chen Mang with a sincere expression as he began to introduce the product.

And at this time——

Xiao Ai had already obtained relevant information by searching the database of nearby AIs and then transmitted the information into Chen Mang's mind.

"Train conductor, the goods sold by the vendors here are called 'Hellish Forbidden Items,' something akin to 'Cosmic Forbidden Items.'"

"In the first universe."

"A 'Cosmic Forbidden Item' is an entity that travels back in time through a spacetime rift, disrupting spacetime. When the past and present states of a Cosmic Forbidden Item collide, some incomprehensible things occur."

"Cosmic forbidden items are a specialty of the First Universe."

"There is no such thing in hell."

"It's amazing"

"There are no 'time rifts' in the second universe, and its unique product, 'Hellish Forbidden Items,' is a very special existence. After some people die in the first universe, there is an extremely low probability that some of their personal clothing or items that their bodies have come into contact with will travel with the host to the second universe."

These things are the "forbidden items of Hell."

"Different forbidden items from Hell possess varying degrees of 'life force.' The difference in life force primarily depends on the length of time the item has drifted between the two universes; the longer it drifts, the greater its life force."

"When someone dies in the First Universe, they don't immediately appear in the 'Second Universe.' There's a period of time during which they drift, and this drifting time is completely random. It could be a second, or even a fleeting instant."

"It could be 100,000 years, 1 million years, or even 10 million years."

"A year of wandering is one unit of life force."

"As for those that have been drifting for less than a year, they have zero vitality and are useless."

"The effects of 'Hellish Forbidden Items' are mainly twofold."

"The first, and most common, method is to enhance one's physical strength by absorbing the life force of 'Hellish Forbidden Items.' This is also the most prevalent method among all the approaches."

"The second type is less common."

It is said that…

"Between the 'First Universe' and the 'Second Universe' lies a vast expanse of nothingness. To return to the First Universe, one must collect enough 'Hellish Forbidden Items' to travel upstream."

"However, this has not been confirmed yet. According to the information I have, no one has done this yet, and I don't know where this news came from."

"correct."

"Another point."

"Forbidden items from hell cannot be touched directly with the skin. Otherwise, it's like rubbing your butt with ramie and then rubbing it hard. You will feel a stinging sensation that lasts for a very long time. Ordinary people simply cannot bear it. You must put something in between, even if it's just a plastic film or toilet paper."

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Chen Mang listened to Xiao Ai's report in his mind without much expression. The reason why nothing happened when he touched it was probably because he was not a being of this universe.

This thing essentially belongs to the first universe.

For someone from the first universe to touch him, there would naturally be no problem.

Now it seems.

Although the people of Universe 1 and Universe 2 appear to be identical, there are still significant differences in subtle details.

Absorb life force.
Improve your physical strength.

To be honest, he was somewhat tempted.

Although he didn't intend to fight using this method, the increased physical strength was still a good thing. He didn't know if he could use it, and he was thinking of buying one to try it out, but he really didn't have the money.

grab it?

He looked up at the vendor, whose face was full of sincerity and whose eyes were full of expectation, and after pausing for a moment, he said, "No rush, take a look at this and see if you'll buy it."

Say it.

After fumbling in his pocket for a while, he pulled out a lighter.

The vendor, wearing gloves, carefully took the lighter and then picked up the instrument again: "Let me check the lifespan of this contraband. If it's too large, I might not be able to handle it here." The next moment—

A long string of numbers appeared on the screen.

"0.00000317."

"Forehead"

The vendor paused for a moment, somewhat bewildered, and said, "Brother, your vitality is almost zero; it's worthless."

He saw that the man in front of him was followed by a group of people, and their clothes were not ordinary. They also looked quite imposing, so he assumed that the man was an important figure. He was already prepared for the man to pull out something with extremely high vitality. Although he couldn't afford to accept it, he could still broaden his horizons.

I just didn't expect them to pull out such a piece of junk.
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Chen Mang nodded slightly, got up and walked away, saying, "Wait for me here."

Then, he walked to the corner and strode into the refrigerator.

He has an idea he's ready to try.

His lighter has a life of its own and is a forbidden item in the universe. In other words, his time traveling from the "first universe" to the "second universe" is counted as drifting time, only his travel speed is too fast.

Then
Perhaps he could artificially create a "cosmic forbidden item" with extremely high vitality?
Once back on the Stellar Train, he returned to the "Niya Galaxy" in the first universe, maneuvering the "Stellar Train" back in time to ten thousand years ago, and then immediately returned to the "second universe".

Then they returned from the refrigerator to the black market.

"Come."

Chen Mang returned to the vendor, took out another lighter from his pocket, and said softly, "I took the wrong one earlier. Test it again this time."

The vendor carefully took the lighter and then picked up the instrument again to light it.

next moment--

"Didi didi"

Instead of displaying any numerical values ​​on the instrument screen, three exclamation marks appeared.

The vendor stood there stunned, and after a long while, he looked up at Chen Mang: "Brother, my instrument can only detect vitality up to 1000. Yours is over the limit."

"My temple is too small to accommodate them."

Chen Mang did not reply, but slowly got up, leaned on his cane, and looked at the lighter in the vendor's hand, gradually becoming more thoughtful.

He was just trying it out.

I didn't expect it to actually work.

If he can return to 10,000 years ago in the "Niya Galaxy", then when he travels to the "Second Universe" again 100,000 years ago, the things he carries with him will have been adrift for 10,000 years.

A forbidden item from hell with 1 life force.

It was manufactured so easily?

Can it be mass-produced?
He seems to be...
He could easily become the richest person in the second universe. In other words, if he were willing to change trains, he only needed to accumulate enough "Hellish Forbidden Items" to build the strongest train in the second universe.

The price is that I will never be able to return to Universe 1 again.

He can only own one train.

Alternatively, instead of replacing the train, they could use a large amount of Hell Iron Ore to collect "Hell Murphy Stones," forcibly creating an extremely powerful train in the Second Universe.

This is equivalent to having unlimited resources.

There are many more uses.

For example, these "hellish forbidden items" can greatly enhance his "physical strength," but he hasn't experimented with them yet and doesn't know if he can absorb them, so we won't discuss that for now.

As for now
He turned his head to look at a "special item" on the vendor's stall, a device with a control panel, called "Hellfire Stone".

It's not some forbidden item from hell.

This vendor sells more than just forbidden items from hell.

His cane had guided him here, precisely because he had sensed this Hellfire Stone.

How much is this?

"30 units of Hellfire Iron Ore?" The merchant hesitated before offering a price. For a special item, this price was practically free; it was extremely low.

but.
The problem is that this special tool is completely useless. Its only function is similar to a tinderbox, which can produce a flame, essentially making it a lighter that will never go out.

As a result, this special item of his has not been sold for a long time.

He knew, of course, that the price of this special item was too high, since it was completely useless, but it was still a special item nonetheless.

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Chen Mang paused for a moment before looking up at the man: "Do you often set up a stall here?"

“Every day.”

"I didn't bring any money with me today. I'll take my things with me now and pay you back tomorrow. Is that a deal?"

"make a deal."

The man nodded emphatically almost without hesitation, then picked up the special props from the stall and handed them to Chen Mang, grinning as he said, "Brother, you don't seem to be short of money. I trust you. You can tell me if you need anything else. Although I don't have many goods on hand, I've been in this business for a long time and know a lot of people. I can help you get more stock."

The transaction went very smoothly.

Without spending a single penny, Chen Mang took the "Hellfire Stone".

Walking down the street, toying with the prop in his hand, he headed to the city's largest auction house, ready to sell the forbidden item from hell with a lifespan of 1 years.

Hellfire Stone.

It looks like a pebble, with a rough surface, and a flame will be produced when rubbed with your thumb.

Quite faint.

Just enough to light a cigarette.

Another special item with the "Hell" prefix has been added.

For now.

The Second Universe seems to have quite a few good things. Although resources can't be taken away, special items can be completely taken out of the Second Universe. Collecting a batch of special items from the Second Universe is also a good way to enhance the foundation of human civilization.

ten minutes later.

Chen Mang walked out of the auction house. He originally thought the other party would be very shocked, not knowing how to bid on his "Hellish Forbidden Item" with 1 life force. But he didn't expect that the other party might be too used to big events.

The person receiving the receptionist remained extremely calm, with almost no expression.

They quickly offered a fair price.

"8000 million units of Hellfire Iron Ore".

If sold normally, given its scarcity, it should fetch 1.2 million units of iron ore.

However, he didn't have much time to choose consignment, so he chose to sell directly to the auction house. This quick sale would fetch a lower price; otherwise, he would have to wait a long time for the next major auction.

"Pity."

Chen Mang felt a little regretful; it would have been great if the iron ore from the second universe could have been brought to the first universe as well.

Then he could simply step on his right foot with his left and fly straight up into the sky.

Is there a way?
How is it possible to successfully bring the hellish iron ore from the second universe to the first universe and make it usable?

And at this time——

In a corner of the second universe, an old man sitting cross-legged on the ground of a planet slowly opened his eyes as if he had sensed something.

The old man had been sitting there for who knows how long.

The withered grass around him had completely covered his body, making the atmosphere here extremely desolate.

After a long time.

He murmured in a daze.

"The Hell Set, someone has collected four pieces again. I wonder if anyone can actually collect the entire Hell Set."

"impossible."

A woman's silvery laughter suddenly came from behind: "The 'Hell Set' consists of seven special items, three from Universe 1 and three from Universe 2."

"The last one is missing."

"It's almost impossible for people from the Second Universe to travel to the First Universe. Only people from the First Universe have the opportunity to come to the Second Universe. This is the only possible chance for the 'Hell Set' to be formed—"

"The only possibility of completing the 'Hell Set' is waiting for those three special items from the first universe to arrive in the second universe as forbidden items from Hell."

"But even if we achieve that..."

"There is also one last special item whose nature, location, or even whether it is in the first or second universe is unknown."

"So many years have passed, and no one has yet collected the complete 'Hell Set.' Elder, why bother with this? Over the years, many lucky individuals have collected four Hell Set pieces, but what good is that? Before acquiring the entire Hell Set, it's practically useless. Collecting six or one makes little difference."

The old man remained silent and did not speak.

Actually.

Even he didn't know what would happen after collecting the "Hell Set," he only remembered that a long, long time ago, everyone had a consensus that there would be a great reward after collecting the Hell Set.

After a long silence, he spoke softly.

"That's fine."

"lets change a topic."

"How long have I been asleep this time?"

"Probably more than three thousand years ago, I haven't counted exactly."

"I slept for a bit too long, and I'm a little groggy. Has anything major happened in the last three thousand years?"

"Nothing serious, everything is the same as before."

"Oh, by the way, there's something else. The entire demon race has fled to the 'First Universe,' though I wonder what methods they used."

(End of this chapter)