Otherworld Bone Dragon Operation Guide

Chapter 226 The Beginning of a Band
In mid-air, the Violet Bone Dragon gracefully rotated its body and flew towards the parked Bone Train.

The skeletal train began to glow section by section with an eerie light, resonating strongly with the skeletons in the air. Large numbers of bones turned and sank down, like a swarm of bees returning to their hive, attaching themselves to the train's body and continuously increasing its thickness and strength.

Ten minutes later, the strange "skeletal repositioning" ceremony finally came to an end. The thousands of tons of bones lost by the Bone Fortress in the North were finally successfully recovered by Su Ming and Zi Jin.

Since no more carriages were needed, all of these skeletons were used to reinforce the existing train body. The reinforced skeleton train was noticeably thicker, with a more imposing and powerful appearance, exuding an aura of authority.

A surge of energy descended, and the undead consciousness of the Bone Fortress cheered. The power of the bones deepened, and the strength of the bone imprint increased dramatically.

"Another tourist hotspot is complete." Su Ming's tone was filled with joy. "It seems these spirits are still holding a grudge about their previous humiliation here."

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Thanks to the feedback from the bone mark, Su Ming and Zi Jin weren't too tired. The two continued practicing their aerial coordination. Zi Jin needed to adapt to the changing power, and Su Ming also needed to brush up on his aerial combat skills in the magical world.

An hour later, Su Ming returned to the train.

Preparations are complete. Unicorn and Hanster are bringing the potato fries that have frozen outside into the carriage.

This is Su Ming's method for making French fries: Cut potatoes into strips, rinse them with water to remove the surface starch. After drying, they can be fried directly, but given the convenient conditions in the north, freezing them before frying will make the fries crispier.

To get something to eat, Qiluo dragged Yunier along and went to a nearby village early in the morning to buy potatoes. After returning, they peeled, chopped, and boiled them, keeping them busy for quite some time.

Su Ming noticed some red potato strips mixed in, which reminded him of the purple potatoes he had eaten on Earth. He hadn't expected that such a special variety existed in another world.

Hanster quickly fried the first batch, and after Unicorn tasted it, he put down the empty bowl with satisfaction. "Not bad, keep going!"

For the second pot, Hanster chose red potatoes and filled the unicorn's bowl again.

He filled a small dish and handed it to Su Ming. Then, the two of them heard a loud "boom" behind them. Turning around, they saw the unicorn lying on its back, its four hooves thrashing about.

Yunier walked in. "Has anyone seen the yams I bought to use as dye? Where have they all gone?"

Su Ming and Hanster both looked at the red "fries" on the plate and exchanged a glance.

"Miss Eunice," Hanster said, shielding the fallen unicorn with his body and handing her the plate. "Freshly fried fries, would you like some?"

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After the boiler finished preheating, Su Ming went to the driver's cab to check the system status. Yunier was also making final checks in various places before departure.

Su Ming noticed a bruise near Hanster's eye.

"How did she manage to hit you?" Su Ming asked curiously.

“Miss Eunice may look delicate, but she’s quite formidable when she wields a wrench,” Hansster replied sheepishly. “She even warned me not to dodge, or she’d smash my violin.”

"It seems you really like the instrument I gave you." Su Ming glanced around the driver's seat; he would practice there in his spare time. But Su Ming only saw the electric guitar, not the bass.

Although it seems that there is little difference whether it is there or not.

But what he noticed was a shelf behind Fuyin in the driver's seat.

"What are you planning to put there?" Su Ming asked, pointing to the shelf.

“A drum,” Hansster explained. “The sheet music you gave me requires drumbeats to match the rhythm, so I’m going to put on a drum.”

Considering that bands on Earth are indeed equipped in this way, Su Ming said, "Then I'll just send you a drum set."

“No need, we’ve almost finished making it using the textbook,” Hanster said with a smile. “Besides, the Gospels are made without much restraint, so if it’s not made sturdy, it won’t withstand any rough handling.”

"...Goddess, playing the drums?" Su Ming looked at the six mechanical arms on Goddess's back and suddenly realized that it did indeed have "talent".

"I look forward to your performance," Su Ming said.

“Equipment status OK!” Yunier reported after completing the check. Upon seeing Hanster, the girl snorted in displeasure.

Su Ming updated the touchscreen program, making it easier to operate the Gospel. He entered the new vehicle weight parameters into the system. "Gospel, go!"

The gospel unlocks the brakes, and the handle is pulled. A powerful current surges into the motor, driving the wheels to turn. Despite the increased weight of the Youth Civilization Train, the train still starts and accelerates smoothly thanks to the surging power of the new equipment.

The gospel continued to accelerate, and the enormous train once again sped across the snowfield.

“God says, you can go back to your rooms, wash up, and go to sleep!” Gospel announced to the three people in the driver’s seat.
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Xueqila Town, night.

Zeflin slammed the barrel against the well, but only left a shallow dent in the hard ice. He had to gather his magic, his fingertips glowing, and with a precise spell, shattered the thick ice.

With a "crack" sound, the wooden bucket finally sank into the water, and a bucket of well water mixed with ice fragments was drawn up, emitting wisps of steam in the biting cold wind.

Only then was he able to wash the blood off his hands. Since embarking on this pursuit and rescue mission, conditions along the way had been extremely harsh, and Zefferin's once neat priest's robes were now disheveled, with the cuffs and hem covered in mud and snow. The other team members were in the same sorry state—except, of course, for Rupert, who had maintained that slovenly appearance ever since joining the team.

Everyone was in high spirits, having successfully rescued seven girls. Although the battle was intense, two girls succumbed to their injuries and collapsed just before being rescued. The survivors, however, have been safely brought back to the town church and are receiving treatment.

Rupert leaned against the church wall, took out a crumpled tobacco from his pocket, and lit it in the cold wind.

Zeflin dried his hands, which were red from the cold, and walked over to him.

"Thank you for your hard work during this time."

"Tch, hypocrite!" Rupert scoffed.

“Send these girls back to the village tomorrow, and return the day after tomorrow,” Zeflin said.

The towns in the vicinity have been investigated, and no further traces of human traffickers have been found. Further west lies the sparsely populated Shangling Mountain area.

"Just remember about the recommendation letter," Rupert said.

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The next morning, the team members set off with the girls according to their assigned villages, leaving only Zeflin and Rupert in the church.

Zefferin sat on a church pew reading "Words in Disguise," occasionally mediating minor disputes among the town's residents with the resident priest.

As for Rupert, he finally found an opportunity to go out and care for the town's "special profession" residents.

Zeflin sighed. If he hadn't stopped him, the gold coin in this guy's arms would have been sold long ago.

However, not long after, Rupert hurriedly ran back to the church, his cheeks still bearing traces of cheap lipstick.

“Zeflin, I’ve got some news!” he said breathlessly. “In the village of Karanin to the north, there’s a very beautiful girl named Rosalia. She’s famous for miles around and is the undisputed beauty of the town.”

Zeflin recalled that this girl was not among those rescued this time. "Are you saying it's unreasonable that the traffickers didn't arrest her?"

“Of course, when you go to the vegetable garden to pick melons, do you think you'll miss the best one?” Rupert replied. “So I went to interrogate the captured mercenaries, and they said they had been to Karanin village, but Rosalia had already been captured, and they came up empty-handed.”

"Is there another group of human traffickers in this town?" Zeflin frowned, then shook his head. "That's not right. These shady characters operate in very sensitive territories. Crossing the line is the most serious provocation; they'll definitely beat you to a pulp!"

Compared to the territory managers who might occasionally harass them, the real mortal enemies are the competitors who steal their jobs and resources.

"These human traffickers themselves have inquired about it, but they haven't heard of anyone capturing Rosalia," Rupert continued his report.

Zeflin considered for a moment, then picked up his scepter. “Since we have some free time now, let’s go check out Karanin Village.”

Rupert bought some dry food in town, hired a simple sled, and the two set off for the village of Karanin.
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Youth Civilization Model Unit.

Under the cover of night, the much quieter train of bones sped along. The added weight of the hard rock canyon had deepened the ruts, requiring the cleanup crews arranged by Daffylin to work even harder to remove the snow tracks.

Su Ming walked through the corridor and pushed open the door to enter the driver's seat.

Eunice was on duty tonight, and she was cutting a long dress by Geralds, with scraps of lace and frills scattered around her feet. The young clerk looked less like a tailor and more like a gardener pruning flowers.

With her skillful modifications, this originally elaborate Victorian A-line dress became much simpler and more elegant.

As people become more familiar with the doomsday motorcycle, the software upgrades to the touchscreen have improved the controls, and the amount of work requiring human coordination has decreased significantly.

Su Ming began checking the operation logs, carefully verifying the fuel usage. During the day, he instructed Hanster to mix and burn charcoal and coal, requiring minimal adjustments to the equipment, and the calorific value was significantly increased due to the addition of charcoal.

He quickly completed the calculations, and this time the results matched the theoretical values ​​well. The increased weight of the train meant that there would be no problem when it arrived at the foot of the sacred mountain.

Su Ming walked to the front window, where the headlights shone four beams of light, piercing the darkness ahead like sharp swords. But the arrangement was clearly wrong—the original symmetrical layout of two on the left and two on the right had become three on the left and one on the right.

Knowing what Su Ming was thinking, Yunier explained, "Newman changed it; he said you authorized it."

“…Alright then.” Su Ming didn’t know what to say, but at least this was much better than modifying the tracks.

“But they look the same,” Yunier added. “Master Newman added two fake lampshades on the right side that don’t light up.”

"Does Newman have a lump in his head?!" Su Ming couldn't help but ask.

“It still feels quite smooth to my touch,” Yunier said.

(End of this chapter)