The whole nation is trying to survive on the cable car; I'm choosing one of three options at ea

Her gaze lingered on the bed for a second before quickly shifting away.

The bed was so big, the dark gray surface was incredibly soft, and the edges even shimmered. Just looking at it made you feel like you'd sink into it if you sat on it.

She didn't sit down.

He just stood there, carrying a small backpack, like a guest visiting someone's home for the first time, unsure of what to do with his hands.

The air grew quiet.

When the two were in the wild, they could banter back and forth. Back then, without the pressure of "living together," they could talk naturally.

Now that they're in the same cable car, and just moments ago they were calmly analyzing value and rules over the communicator, standing face to face, neither of them knows who should speak first.

The silence lasted for a while.

Finally, Su Mu broke the deadlock: "I still have some competition attempts left today."

Lin Yuwei nodded: "Mm."

Su Mu didn't explain much. He walked to a spot against the wall, sat down, and tapped a few times on the control panel to bring up the arena entrance.

Lin Yuwei stood aside, watching his actions.

She had used the arena before, but always entered it from her own cable car.

She always thought it was a spiritual connection, a kind of consciousness projection, and that her body should still remain in the same place.

However, the very next second after Su Mu confirmed his entry, he vanished from his spot.

There was no white light, no buffer; in just a split second, the person disappeared.

Lin Yuwei was stunned for several seconds.

She glanced around instinctively, then at the spot where Su Mu had just been sitting. It was empty.

"Was it a real person who went in?" she said in a low voice, her tone clearly uncertain.

She quickly pulled up the records on the panel and wrote this down.

The arena is a real-time teleportation system.

Unless someone with access privileges actively operates the system, outsiders may have no way of knowing where the person who entered went.

This information might save my life someday.

After taking notes, Lin Yuwei looked at the cable car again.

From now on, she will live here.

The moment the thought crossed her mind, her ears burned again.

Although the decision had been made, it wasn't until I actually stood in this space, smelling the scent of another person in the air, and looking at things that didn't belong to me, that real feeling of "we're really going to live together" gradually came over me.

She thought for a moment, put her backpack in a corner where it wouldn't get in the way, and then squatted down to start organizing.

Su Mu's possessions weren't excessively numerous, but they were arranged haphazardly.

Scattered spare parts next to the weapon rack, empty bottles under the seat, a few pieces of cloth on the edge of the control panel, and several pieces of old equipment that had been replaced were all tangled together.

Lin Yuwei categorized the items one by one, putting the weapon parts back near the weapon rack, folding the consumables according to their uses, and piling the unwanted items into the temporary processing area near the door.

Her movements were very light, almost silent, but as she did it, she gradually relaxed.

Organizing things is something that helps people regain a sense of order.

.........

As the light curtain at the arena entrance fully unfolded before his eyes, Su Mu was already standing in that familiar gray-white space.

He temporarily put Lin Yuwei's matter aside.

.........

Meanwhile, news of Ash City's capture was spreading like an undercurrent in all directions.

In the far north, outside the border city shrouded in thick gray-black fog, the Ghost King, seated in the center of ghostly energy, slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze pierced through the churning ghostly mist and landed in the direction of Ash City in the distance. After a moment, a very faint arc slowly appeared on the face that was mostly covered by dark patterns.

"Those guys were quick."

His voice was low, like the sound of wind rising from the depths of the earth, "Otherwise, once I conquer the main city, they will all be sent back to hell."

The Ghost King didn't pay much attention.

Ash City was located deep within the Ghost Realm, so taking it was only a matter of time. While Boneface's demise was somewhat unexpected, it didn't affect the overall situation.

What truly matters is this main city before us.

"Now is the best time." He closed his eyes again, and the ghostly aura around him slowly receded. "With all forces restrained, the human race dares not make a move."

.........

At several more distant observation points, news of the fall of Ash City was calmly recorded and archived.

"It was inevitable that Ash City would be occupied by the ghosts. It was located deep within the ghosts' territory and was restricted by the rules of the new world. Even the truly powerful would have to pay a huge price to take action there. It's not surprising that it couldn't be saved."

"There are people active in Dafeng and Jinta, but they are just peripheral pawns. The real core forces haven't been touched."

"Let's wait for the results from the main city. A stronghold of Ash City's size is just a peripheral point in the overall situation."

These voices were calm and restrained, like a group of people who were already used to this outcome and were going through the motions.

.........

The Wind Organization, in a makeshift command post high above a ruined city.

The old man who had previously sent Zhao Rong to Ash City stood by the window, holding a communication chip that had already dimmed in his hand.

Shortly after the announcement of Ash City's capture, all communication signals of Zhao Rong's 17th Regiment disappeared, and not a single message was transmitted back.

Not a single one.

The old man stared silently out the window for a long time before slowly exhaling.

completely annihilated.

Although Zhao Rong's team was only a regiment, the fact that he was able to send them out to carry out this kind of mission meant that they were among the top elites in Da Feng.

Now he has perished in Ash City, and we don't even know if the other party ever saw Su Mu again.

He held the chip in his hand, his knuckles turning white.

"Did I make the right move?"

No one could answer him.

He remained silent for a moment, then released his grip and put the chip into his breast pocket.

"If you manage to contact Su Mu in the end, then it will all have been worth it," he said softly.

The voice was carried away by the night wind, as if it were spoken to those who would no longer answer.

.........