Apocalypse: I Built the Infinite Train

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Flames roared across the streets, fire engulfing everything in its path.

The zombie horde was overwhelming. Lu Xingchen and Qiu Long had fought their way from the roadside into a shop. Both of them were Evolution-Level Ability Users. Lu Xingchen’s fire-based ability was undeniably powerful, but Qiu Long’s eerie blood aura made him stronger the longer he fought, allowing him to recover at an alarming rate. The battle was at a deadlock.

"You can recover?!"

Lu Xingchen’s face twisted in shock. He gritted his teeth and spat, "Then I’ll just burn you to ashes and see if you can—"

"Too much talking!"

Qiu Long blurred into a blood-red shadow, appearing before Lu Xingchen in an instant, launching a devastating punch. Lu Xingchen crossed his arms to block and retaliated by spewing flames behind him.

"Reverse Thrust!"

"What kind of dumbass name is that?! Do you have to yell out every move like you're in an anime?"

Completely immersed in his own world, Lu Xingchen ignored Qiu Long’s taunts. He threw a punch, unleashing a column of scorching flames as thick as a water barrel.

• "Divine: Annihilating Flames!" – Twin jets of fire burst from both hands.
• "Divine: Flame Slash!" – A downward slash of fire from one hand.
• "Flame Emperor!" – A massive fireball shot forward.

Qiu Long’s eyes darkened. He had killed countless ruthless men on his journey, yet this young brat had barely any combat experience but wielded terrifying power—and to top it off, he kept shouting out ridiculous attack names. It pissed him off to no end.

Meanwhile, Huang Mao sprinted toward the convoy, diving behind an off-road vehicle. Just then, an Ability User with hardened insect-like exoskeleton limbs advanced under a hail of bullets, leading a group of armed thugs.

"Good timing! Da Yong, take out that chick. I’ll get a beauty to keep you company in your car!" Huang Mao called out.

"Heh! Sounds good!"

Da Yong, a brute who used to follow Zhou Lei, wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. He grinned, nearly drooling, as his eyes locked onto KIKI near the train.

"I want that one!"

"Then get your ass moving!" Huang Mao barked while firing his gun.

"Alright! Kill ‘em all!"

Da Yong, despite being cursed at, gleefully raised his insect-like armored forearms, using them as a shield. He stepped onto the hood of a wrecked car and lunged forward.

Bang!

A thunderous gunshot echoed through the air.

Da Yong, mid-leap, had just landed on the car roof when his chest and head exploded in a mist of blood and flesh.

His brains, intestines, and shattered bones sprayed out in all directions, forming a thick crimson cloud.

In the blink of an eye, only his half-torn torso remained—his exposed spine twitching in the air.

A shocked silence fell over the thugs hiding behind the vehicle. Huang Mao’s eyes widened in horror.

"Holy f*! They have a sniper?!"

Inside Car No. 1 of the Infinite Train, Chen Sixuan held her A33K Heavy Anti-Materiel Sniper Rifle, her face pale, her eyes burning with barely contained fury.

She didn’t know why, but watching those raiders storm the convoy, watching her allies get slaughtered by zombies and bullets, made her blood boil.

She had never fired a gun before, but when she saw the sniper rifle, an unfamiliar courage surged within her.

Scope up. Safety off. Chamber a round. Aim. Fire.

One shot. One kill.

Through the scope, she saw Da Yong’s torso disintegrate.

Her body trembled, realization dawning upon her—she had just taken a life.

Her mouth went dry, her breathing turned ragged, and even her fingertips shook.

She had no idea how her hands had remained so steady when she pulled the trigger…

It felt strangely like the delicate moment of placing a cherry atop a cake during a quiet afternoon of baking at home.

"Chen Jie?!"

Luo Shasha, who had just run over, gasped, covering her mouth in shock.

Chen Sixuan, still in mild shock, slowly turned to her.

"Did… did I just kill someone? Is he… dead?"

Shasha stared at Da Yong’s bisected corpse, looking as if she had just seen a ghost.

"Jie… he’s blown to pieces. I don’t think he’s gonna make it…"

Hearing the gunshot, Lin Xian and KIKI rushed into the carriage—only to find Chen Sixuan clutching the massive sniper rifle, her face as white as a sheet.

"Lin Xian, I… I just wanted to help."

Chen Sixuan’s voice was weak, as if she was trying to justify her actions.

Lin Xian stared at her, dumbfounded.

"Miss Chen… when the hell did you learn to snipe?!"

She barely stood taller than the 1.6-meter-long sniper rifle, and she had always been so gentle, careful when handling things.

Yet now… she had just blown a man’s head off.

"Shasha taught me."

Shasha’s eyes went wide, frantically waving her hands.

"I—I just taught her the basics! She never even fired a shot before!"

"Damn, Chen Jie! You’ve got talent! That was badass!"

KIKI’s eyes sparkled as she stared at Chen Sixuan. Clutching the sniper rifle, she looked stunningly fierce—a sharp contrast to her usual quiet demeanor.

"You’re my new idol!"

Lin Xian was in awe.

This apocalypse was f*ed up.

It had even forced a gentle foreign language teacher to pick up a sniper rifle and turn into a killing machine.

If Chen Sixuan had a talent for this, maybe he could even custom-build a sniper setup for her…

Outside, the zombie horde surged, filling the tracks.

The group fought while retreating into the train.

"What now?"

Shu Qin, panting, grabbed a walkie-talkie.

"Their boss is still fighting Lu Xingchen. There’s another Ability User among them!"

"Where’s the one controlling the zombie horde?" Lin Xian asked, turning to the convoy’s radio channel. "Has anyone spotted them?"

Shu Qin immediately deployed a drone to scan the battlefield.

They were at a severe disadvantage, surrounded by the undead. If they could eliminate the mastermind, they might have a chance to regroup.

On the convoy’s radio, Xu Jin’s voice crackled through.

"The one controlling the zombies is hiding inside a vehicle! Old Mo, can you find him?"

Old Mo replied, "I only spotted Huang Mao. Let me take care of him first!"

Inside a specially modified heavy truck, surrounded by zombies, Old Mo sat calmly, binoculars in hand.

He pressed a button, activating the intercom.

"All units, heads up. Huang Mao is hiding behind that green off-road vehicle."

"Got him. That area’s full of hidden shooters. What’s the plan?"

"They’ve got cover."

"Too many zombies… damn pain in the ass."

"Screw it. Let’s just blow them the hell up."

The team quickly agreed.

"Good idea."

Old Mo hit a switch.

The truck’s roof opened, revealing multiple missile launch tubes.

He adjusted the targeting parameters, muttering,

"Let’s send them and their bunker straight to hell."

Launch.

Huang Mao, hiding behind the car, was catching his breath when his thug tapped his shoulder, pale-faced.

"What?!"

The thug pointed toward the truck in the distance.

Huang Mao looked up.

A black missile launcher had just locked onto him.

"What the f—"

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

Three missiles screamed toward him.

Huang Mao’s face twisted in horror.

"Oh, sh—"

BOOM.