Kaidan Game Train: Abide Rule or Die!
Chapter 828: Base

Chapter 828: Chapter 828: Base

The Enforcement Department returned with nothing to show for their efforts. If they didn’t want to make a big scene, they wouldn’t try to break into Rose Castle again soon.

The potential spread of the incident involving Dr. Deng and the Perfect Potion might not be wide.

First was Dr. Deng himself. The man was unreliable, and it was more likely that what leaked wasn’t the information on the Perfect Potion but, rather, the Enforcement Department’s version of events.

If there really had been a leak, considering the attitude and readiness of the Enforcement Department, it was either that not many people knew, or they didn’t regard it as very important—there were just too many possibilities.

But as long as it wasn’t unbearable to stay in Zone 011, there would be no problem.

As for Dr. Deng, just let him hang for now.

Early the next day, Xu Huo took Xiao Yuan to the school they had arranged to visit beforehand.

With noble status, enrolling a child or obtaining identification for them was simple; notifying the relevant institution in advance meant they would take care of all the paperwork before his arrival, and all he had to do was take the child there.

After familiarizing Xiao Yuan with her new surroundings, Xu Huo entrusted her to the teacher. "You have a communicator; you know how to contact Mr. Dong and me. Come to us first if there’s any trouble."

Xiao Yuan nodded vigorously. "Uncle, I will study hard."

Xu Huo left the school and headed to the Game Government Base.

Shi Youzhi had led a team on a mission, so he had asked Uncle San Yang for permission and specifically reviewed the rail maintenance records pertaining to dimension storms.

San Yang, after learning the whole story, said, "You’re lucky. You encountered the lowest level of dimension storms, and it was during the middle to the latter part of it. If it had been just a slightly higher level, not to mention the middle part, even getting swept by the tail of a storm would spell death."

"Can’t the rail installation avoid storms completely?" Xu Huo asked. "The game should be able to predict most storms. Why not give up on risky rails?"

Even if storms couldn’t be predicted 100%, based on the spatial conditions near the rails, determining hidden dangers and completely avoiding them wasn’t hard.

"The game wasn’t so well developed from the start; the more rails that are laid, the more apparent it becomes that some risky tracks could be abandoned and rebuilt, but it’s not cost-effective," San Yang said with a smile, glancing at him. "Compared to the loss of a train and some workers, the redetermination, inspection, and relaying of rails would cost too much in manpower and resources."

Xu Huo understood, "So if a rail has a high hidden risk, the Game Government won’t maintain it anymore?"

San Yang nodded, "That’s not uncommon, but as long as the rail space isn’t destroyed, they generally proceed with maintenance. The early work of laying rails makes up 80% of the total project, and the Game Government won’t easily give up on a track."

He paused for a moment, then shifted the conversation. "Actually, it’s not impossible to avoid such risks."

"At some wormhole points, the Game Government predicts rail risks, and the timing and ticket destinations are all announced; there’s a very small chance of error."

"We’re not that free at this base. If you want to know the road conditions of the nearby stations, you can go purchase them from the industries under Yongxing. VIP customers there can get relevant information for free."

San Yang dealt with a mountain of files every day, so after speaking briefly, he hurried Xu Huo out.

On stepping out of his office, Xu Huo ran into Wan Tingfang. She looked surprised, "You’re here to see Uncle San Yang too?"

"Just submitting an application," Xu Huo said. "You’re back from an instance? How did it go?"

Wan Tingfang pointed to her shoulder, "Don’t get me started. Didn’t snag a single prop and even got slashed twice. I’m here to ask Uncle San Yang for some potions."

As soon as she finished talking, she pushed the door open and went in.

Xu Huo went to the adjacent office to view the rail maintenance records.

The dimension storm he had encountered only scraped a layer off the rail, but in these records, some tracks had their deeply buried instruments uprooted, and the decision was still to repair them.

Compared to other types of repairs, the number of dimension storm-related ones was pitifully small, but the survival rate was much lower than those encountering Aliens or player slaughters.

So encountering a dimension storm was bad luck, but surviving one by chance meant incredibly good fortune.

Ordinary players had practically no ability to resist a dimension storm; in a single breath, life or death was sealed.

Xu Huo opened his communicator to search for Yongxing VIP customer status but closed it after just a glance; he instead searched for the one-time purchase price for a rail weather forecast.

There were several channels for purchase, but the most reliable was naturally Yongxing, although weather forecasts required a stay to buy.

He hadn’t decided on the next instance yet, so he put that matter aside for the time being.

After returning the maintenance records, Xu Huo noticed a document on the adjacent desk regarding the Holy Sword Society. It wasn’t encrypted, so he casually picked it up. It listed events caused by the Holy Sword Society in several Zone 011 areas in chronological order and predicted the next target of the Holy Sword Society based on the course of events.

Wan Tingfang walked in and glanced at the document, remarking indifferently, "The Holy Sword Society again."

"Do you know about this organization?" Xu Huo looked at her.

"Among the forces that oppose the Game Government, the Holy Sword Society has some notoriety," Wan Tingfang sat down and downed two potions before starting to change her bandages. She winced as she tore off the sterile wrap and poured more potion over the injury, her face twitching with pain.

Xu Huo lent a hand, "I haven’t heard of any Holy Sword players active in Zone 011."

"Zone 011 is relatively stable. The Holy Sword Society has no play there," Wan Tingfang said.

"There’s necrotic tissue in the wound. Let me scrape it off for you." Xu Huo’s hand was swift, but after the dead tissue was removed, the wound began to bleed. Wan Tingfang quickly covered it with a towel and said, "It’s an infection. Time to let some blood out."

After a few seconds, she asked, "Have you had dealings with the Holy Sword Society?"

"No," Xu Huo replied. "But the area I visited this time was attacked by the Holy Sword Society. There were many casualties."

"It’s either kill or be killed in the game; right and wrong cannot really be distinguished," Wan Tingfang spoke somewhat dismissively. "In the end, none are good people."

Like other players, Wan Tingfang’s attitude towards the Game Government and other player organizations was no different; player organizations attacking the Game Government inevitably led to casualties, but the Game Government was no saint either.

"It’s a dog-eat-dog world," she scoffed.

"Indeed, the Holy Sword Society doesn’t act like a principled organization," declared Xu Huo. "Killing civilians just to go against the Game Government is essentially no different from the game itself."

Wan Tingfang gave him a look and flicked through the document on the side. "It says here the Holy Sword Society waits for opportunities to attack Game Government Bases in many areas. We aren’t in danger here, are we?"

"You just said it yourself. Zone 011 is stable and the Holy Sword Society has no foothold here," Xu Huo replied with a smile. "We’re in a good position here in Zone 011. If it were some other area, we might actually need to worry about this."

"What’s there to target inside the base? Just files and data," Wan Tingfang snorted. "If they’re after props and money, robbing an exchange would be more profitable!"