55: Chapter 55 Farm Collapse

"Train Master, let me!"

Su Ya bit her rosy lower lip, forcing her weakened body to stand.

The white shirt she wore, already tattered, offered no protection against the cold now.

Faced with such a desperate situation, as a Rank 1 Fire Succubus, she had to prove her worth.

Su Ya knelt on the freezing metal floor, pressing her fair, slender hands firmly against the ground.

[B-rank Talent: Flame Control, Overload Mode!]

The orange flames didn't flare up directly; instead, she carefully suppressed them into thousands of tiny fire snakes. They slithered wildly along the metal patterns at the bottom of the carriage, attempting to turn the entire Core Area's floor into a massive heating layer.

The direct clash between extreme cold and extreme heat caused Su Ya unimaginable pain.

Her face instantly turned as pale as paper, devoid of any color.

The high temperature caused fine beads of sweat to seep from her full forehead, only to be turned into a swirling white mist by the surrounding extreme cold.

Sweat soaked her thin white shirt, making it cling tightly to her breathtaking, proud curves.

The deep cleavage flickered under the firelight, exuding a fragile yet lethal temptation.

But she didn't even have the strength to wipe the sweat. She could only look at Lin Feng with effort, her pink peach-blossom eyes full of deep attachment and a desire to please.

She was proving to her king that she was not useless.

"Beep—Warning! Top armor damage rate is rising sharply!"

The system's red alarm flashed again.

The acid rain's corrosiveness far exceeded expectations. Even the recently upgraded Fortress-grade armor began to emit the sound of overburdened metal peeling under the wash of dense acid leaking from the edge of the rift.

Once the armor was eaten through and the acid rain poured in, everyone on the train would die.

"Frost, seal the roof!"

Xia Wanqiu gave a sharp cry, her figure leaping onto the control console like a nimble cat.

She couldn't care about her appearance; the few pieces of mutated beast hide barely stitched together on her body were teetering during her violent movements.

Large patches of full, delicate skin, like mutton-fat jade, were exposed to the minus forty-degree cold, turning a pitiable shade of pink.

The demon tail behind her snapped straight, and she held her hands high above her head.

[A-rank Talent: Frost Control, Full Power!]

Bone-chilling cold erupted from her palms, turning into a layer of solid profound ice half a meter thick. It tightly sealed every gap inside the roof armor, using an absolute zero physical barrier to neutralize and block the lethal acid.

Two Rank 1 peerless queens—one struggling to maintain the temperature on the ground, the other fighting to ward off the acid rain overhead.

All the girls in the Core Area were locked in a bitter struggle, the shadow of death weighing on everyone's heart like a physical weight.

Lin Feng stood before the control console, hands behind his back, like a cold statue.

He did not fear Rank 2 or even Rank 3 magical creatures, because monsters could be killed.

But facing this kind of all-encompassing natural disaster with no blind spots, even he felt a strong pressure for survival.

Lin Feng reached out and infused a strand of pure yang energy into the bodies of Su Ya and Xia Wanqiu respectively.

"Mmm~"

Nourished by the Train Master's overbearing yang energy, the two women let out an uncontrollable moan. Their depleted mana pools were instantly relieved, and a hint of color returned to their pale faces.

Lin Feng's calm and effortless demeanor while using his abilities became the only pillar of stability in the hearts of all the girls on this precarious train.

As long as this man was here, the sky would not fall.

However, the cruel laws of the apocalypse never give anyone a chance to catch their breath.

"Train Master! Something's wrong! You need to come see the farm!"

Xiao Ya came scrambling out from the folding carriage at the rear.

Her small face was blue from the cold, tears and snot mixed together, and her voice carried total despair and collapse.

Lin Feng's eyes sharpened. He stepped out with his long legs and pushed open the connecting door to the rear carriage.

As soon as he stepped into the folded space, a wave of deathly chill several times colder than the Core Area hit him.

Because the area was too vast, Su Ya's flames couldn't possibly spread here.

The scene before him caused Lin Feng's heart to sink to the bottom.

The once vibrant, lush green field of mutated potatoes was now covered in a layer of lifeless white frost.

Because the sky was completely obscured by thick acid rain clouds, the lack of sunlight combined with the sudden extreme low temperature had dealt a devastating blow to the entire ecosystem.

Large areas of black necrotic spots were spreading across those once-thick emerald leaves at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Stems were shriveling, and the soil was freezing.

Tong Tong knelt despairingly in the hard mud, her hands tightly covering a wilting potato seedling.

She was desperately squeezing out her E-rank Plant Affinity mana, trying to save the lives of these crops.

But that faint green glow was like an ant trying to shake a tree in the face of the minus forty-degree cold; it was pathetic.

"Train Master... I'm sorry... I can't save them..." Tong Tong looked up, crying heart-wrenchingly.

That was the food they had spent countless days and nights of hard work to grow!

Lin Feng didn't speak, a violent cold glint flashing in his dark eyes.

He called up the system panel.

[Armor Durability: 86%... 84%... Continuing to decrease.]

[Food Reserve Status: Severely damaged. Estimated that all mutated crops will be completely dead in three hours.]

Food was the absolute foundation of survival in the apocalypse.

In this natural disaster where even insects hid underground, if they lost this batch of potatoes, the twenty or thirty mouths on the train wouldn't last a week before they started cannibalizing each other.

This intangible natural disaster was a hundred times more lethal than those clawing monsters!

If the acid rain continued for several days and nights, the newly established ecological farm would completely collapse, and his empire would fall without a fight.

"Troublesome."

Lin Feng's thin lips parted slightly, uttering two cold words.

He had to find a way to get enough heat and light sources, or everything would be over.

Just as Lin Feng was rapidly weighing the pros and cons, even considering whether to risk using the newly subdued and unstable power in his body to force heating—

"AHHH!!!"

A scream so shrill it sounded like a soul being torn apart suddenly pierced through the thick internal blast-proof doors, coming from the [Labor Area] at the very back of the train!

The scream echoed in the dead, cold carriage, making one's scalp tingle and skin crawl.

Lin Feng snapped his head around.

The Labor Area.

Not only was there no heating from Su Ya's flames, but it was also the closest to the tail and had the weakest insulation. The temperature there now was likely approaching minus fifty degrees.

And in such an extreme icebox environment.

Leng Yubing, the S-rank goddess who was wearing a [magic-suppressing collar] and covered in wounds, was locked in there.

The extreme cold, combined with the abyssal acid rain magic permeating the air, would trigger a wild riot of the source mana within her body.

A deep, mysterious light flashed in the depths of Lin Feng's eyes.

He knew what that scream meant.

In the face of this survival-shattering natural disaster, that once high-and-mighty, unyielding Thunder Emperor—the S-rank violent purple lightning suppressed within her—was likely going to lose control completely in this desperate situation.

Crisis often comes with the greatest opportunity.

Lin Feng turned around, leaving the wilting farm behind. His cold military boots clicked as he strode toward the closed blast-proof door of the Labor Area.