Becoming a God Starts with Acting
Chapter 194: [The Infinite Train] – Degenerate’s Part (4)

Chapter 194: [The Infinite Train] – Degenerate’s Part (4)

"Zzzzt... Zzzzt..."

"Damn it, what the hell is this place?!"

The man kicked the bathroom door, shaking water off his hands. He was just an ordinary person who had been suddenly dragged into this dungeon, and he was truly terrified—so much so that he didn’t dare move an inch. But that’s human nature: the more anxious you are, the more likely the things you dread will come.

He couldn’t hold in his piss, so he had run to the bathroom while everyone else was still shouting and arguing in chaos.

Who would’ve thought that mid-piss, the lights would suddenly flicker and dim, scaring him so badly it felt like the stream reversed itself back inside. He had no choice but to take care of business as fast as possible and hurry out.

But right at that moment, the dim flickering lights were completely snuffed out, plunging the entire space into a cold, murky darkness.

The man jumped. His mouth, which had been constantly grumbling, abruptly fell silent.

"Clack... clack... clack..."

Suddenly, a sound—like a pair of high heels awkwardly tapping across the floor—echoed through the space. The man jolted and instinctively turned around. His hands trembled slightly, and his eyes turned red, tinged with a hint of madness.

"Who’s there?! Who is it?!"

He shouted, as if doing so would somehow give him courage.

But behind him was only emptiness—no shadow, no figure. Only the deepening darkness growing thicker by the second. He couldn’t even hear the sound of a breath.

[In front, in front, hahaha] _{fr eewe(b)nove.l.co\m}

[Right in front of you!]

[The moment the drool hits his face is the moment he’s finished, hahaha]

Not being able to see anything didn’t calm him—it only terrified him more.

He bit his lip hard, then as if steeling himself, turned and ran, almost pushing his body to its lifetime limit.

"Thud!"

But just then, he slammed into someone. The impact sent him sprawling to the floor, the blow to his tailbone so sharp it felt like his whole body had been split in two.

"Hey! Are you blind?!"

He roared in pain and fury, his face contorted in a mix of panic and rage.

But no one responded. Instead, an overpowering stench crept toward him—putrid and rotten, like a corpse decaying for days, and it was getting closer and closer.

"Splat, splat..."

Some sound—like water?

Just as that thought crossed his mind, he felt a liquid drip onto his face. Instinctively, he raised a hand to touch it.

A cold, slimy, repulsive sensation instantly spread across his fingers.

He looked up—and when he saw what was before him, his mouth fell open wide.

But he never had the chance to make a sound...

The sound of wet flesh tearing echoed in the cramped restroom, followed by the crunch of a skull being crushed and devoured. The man’s body, drained of all life, slumped to the ground. But he did not remain motionless forever...

Moments later, the man’s headless body twitched on the floor. First the limbs spasmed, then the torso suddenly arched upward—as if some invisible force was lifting him to his feet.

His fingernails tore through flesh, growing rapidly. His body swayed as rotting chunks of meat slid off and splattered onto the floor like some grotesque landslide. He wasn’t standing completely upright—his calves were bent, and he hobbled forward with an awkward limp. His speed was slow, but he didn’t stop.

"Click!"

The lights inside the train cars suddenly flickered back on, as if nothing had ever happened. But the quest notification that appeared before everyone’s eyes told them one thing—the real battle was about to begin.

[The train moves through the night, carrying over five hundred passengers and crew forward, away from the dark land of sickness. But unfortunately, someone on board was already infected. This selfish, malicious individual concealed their condition until it was too late for salvation. Whether by accident or intent, the terrifying disease has begun to spread. Survive until the final stop of the train! Good luck!]

As soon as the dungeon’s mechanical announcement faded, the deathly silent train car suddenly burst into life.

The NPCs... had come back to life.

Some were busy tidying their luggage, some were napping, others chatting with their companions. The scene was lively and bustling—if one hadn’t witnessed what came before, it would’ve been impossible to imagine that mere moments ago, this place had been silent and suffocating with the scent of death.

They were like dolls that had suddenly been wound up.

"Waaah huhuhu waaah hu huhuhu!"

The shrill cries of a child echoed out. Sitting nearby, Asta couldn’t help but jolt a little. He looked awkwardly at the crying child, then glanced at Aurora.

Aurora gently tried to comfort the child. Her ears were a little red as she muttered shyly, "I... I don’t really have any experience with kids..."

That explained why the child was bawling so loudly.

Look at her—with that tall, sturdy frame, yet such a gentle, bashful face. Her soul was so kind that even with the child screaming its lungs out, she didn’t so much as furrow her brow!

"I can give it a try!"

Asta, now seated right next to Aurora as he had hoped, wasted no time in offering. Without hesitation, he reached out and took the baby from her arms, gently rocking it back and forth.

He looked surprisingly skilled. In just a short moment, the baby had stopped crying and was staring up at him with wide, dark eyes.

Asta smiled—but deep down, he couldn’t help but furrow his brow slightly. For some reason, there was something off about this child. It wasn’t just the eeriness of those eyes—it was something else. Something unsettling.

Still, he knew better than to show it. If he did, Aurora might feel bad. After all, this was her child...

No. This wasn’t Aurora’s child.

Asta’s expression tightened as realization dawned. He turned to Aurora, about to say something—when suddenly, an elderly woman passing by chuckled and said, "Such a sweet young couple. You two are a perfect match."

The old man beside her immediately snorted, "Young people are always like that when they’ve just fallen in love. Hmph."

The old woman smacked him lightly on the back of the head. "You think everyone’s as unromantic as you are?"

The two of them walked off, bickering affectionately. Despite their apparent squabble, their affection was clear as day—so real and heartfelt that it was easy to forget they were NPCs.

"You’ve got it wrong, we’re not a couple!"

Asta quickly called out, but the old couple had already gone too far to hear him.

He scratched his head in embarrassment, glancing toward Aurora.

Aurora simply smiled. "Maybe they misunderstood, but you’re very kind, Asta. The baby seems to really like you. Your future wife will be lucky to have you."

Fwoosh!

The heat rushed up like fire. Asta felt like his whole face had turned into a ripe tomato.

But before he could stammer out a flustered reply, a mechanical voice rang out from the front of the car, cold and emotionless:

"Everyone, remain in your seats. It is now time for ticket inspection."