I Slaughtered Through the Dungeon Worlds with My Cheats

Chapter 38: Chapter 38: The Blocked Train Station

Finally, Mu Rufeng chose not to establish his own claim site.

After all, this was not his territory.

The location of the claim site required careful consideration, and at the very least, he couldn’t choose this place.

“I’m so tired; I’ll sleep first,” Mu Rufeng yawned.

He had only woken up not long ago after sleeping in the instance world.

But that was less than five hours of sleep, and now that he no longer possessed the zombie physique, he naturally needed more rest.

Suddenly, Mu Rufeng thought of something and immediately turned off his phone.

After turning it back on, he directly accessed the standard system.

Upon entering the standard system, the Crimson Preferred app greyed out and couldn’t be opened.

However, the Abnormality forum was still active and usable. @@novelbin@@

When he turned on his phone, several missed calls and WeChat messages instantly appeared in the notification bar.

The missed calls were all from familiar colleagues, Uncle Liu and Uncle Wang.

As for the WeChat messages, they were from a close college roommate who had messaged him at noon, asking to borrow money.

The two were close, and since there was a history of borrowing and returning, Mu Rufeng would usually lend him money.

After thinking for a bit, Mu Rufeng replied with a message, “How much do you need?”

His friend replied instantly, “Never mind, I just maxed out my credit card. Why did you take so long to reply?”

“I just got off work and didn’t look at my phone,” Mu Rufeng explained.

“Okay, it’s my birthday next Friday. Come over to my place for dinner.”

“Will there be crayfish?” Mu Rufeng asked.

“Definitely,” he replied.

“Alright, I’ll be there Friday night.”

“By the way, don’t buy a cake; my girlfriend got one. Just show up.”

“Then I’ll bring some drinks,” Mu Rufeng offered.

“Great, you handle the drinks, and no need to bring alcohol—Bro Qiang said he’s got it.”

After closing WeChat, Mu Rufeng thought for a moment and then returned Uncle Liu’s call.

Five minutes later.

“Phew! Thankfully, Uncle Liu didn’t pry. Otherwise, it would have been awkward to explain,” Mu Rufeng hung up the phone and sighed in relief.

When Uncle Liu picked up Mu Rufeng’s call, he bombarded him with questions.

Mu Rufeng didn’t know how to explain, certainly not about things related to the instance world.

Thus, Mu Rufeng was vague, mentioning that higher-ups had issued a gag order and he had signed a non-disclosure agreement that forbade him from discussing certain topics.

Uncle Liu seemed to understand the seriousness of the situation and didn’t press further, so after confirming Mu Rufeng’s safety, he ended the call.

“Almost forgot, I still need to write out the strategy for the instance,” Mu Rufeng remembered another thing.

Immediately, he opened a document on his phone and began editing.

Mu Rufeng reviewed all his actions within the instance.

Then, excluding the fact that he had a zombie physique, he adjusted the timeline so it appeared he had used the bandages to successfully complete his tasks.

In the strategy guide, Mu Rufeng recommended choosing the roles of shipper, stock checker, and receiving staff for anyone entering the instance.

He specifically warned against choosing the loader role due to a high probability of death.

When Mu Rufeng finished writing the strategy guide, half an hour had passed.

“Sleep, sleep!”

“Wait, am I forgetting something else?”

“Ah, right, the bandages are still soaking in the bucket,” Mu Rufeng suddenly stood up and quickly went into the bathroom.

He approached a plastic bucket, reached in, and pulled out the items inside.

These were the damp bandages, full of soap bubbles from the bath gel.

[Damp Bandages]: Originally stinky bandages, now odorless due to washing, still damp and needing to be dried.

Effect: Highly resilient and stretchable, impervious to blades and flame, can stretch up to twenty meters, accelerates healing when wrapped around wounds.

The bandages had almost self-healed; no signs of their previous scorched state were visible.

Mu Rufeng took a clothes rack, wrapped the bandages around it, and then hung it next to his bed.

“Sleep, sleep!”

Mu Rufeng flopped onto the bed and quickly closed his eyes; sleep came swiftly, and soon his breathing became even.

It was nearly nine o’clock now, and outside it was extremely sultry, but thankfully, the air conditioning in the room prevented him from waking due to the heat.

As time passed, the clock struck midnight.

Mu Rufeng was deeply asleep.

However, in another part of the city, the situation was fraught.

Location, the train station.

Time, July 17, 2023, midnight.

“Get everyone out of here, don’t let anyone linger,” a furious voice rang out in the plaza of the train station.

“Minister Tian, those are journalists, and moreover, there are a lot of spectators outside taking videos with their phones.”

“If we forcibly evict them, it will cause a lot of trouble,” the head of the Security Bureau quickly added.

“Trouble? Do you think I care about trouble? Don’t you realize how serious this is? You have three minutes to clear them out, including the onlookers; your men aren’t even allowed to step into the train station, or else you can forget wearing your cap,” Tian Lin scolded loudly.

“Yes… yes, yes, I’ll arrange for their eviction right now,” the director wiped the sweat from his forehead, internally groaning.

Just then, the distinct sound of a drone echoed from the sky.

Tian Lin looked up and became instantly enraged, grabbing his shoe and throwing it forcefully.

A whooshing sound followed, and the shoe hit the drone high in the air.

“Dammit, go arrest that guy controlling the drone, administratively detain him for a week, let him clear his mind,” Tian Lin said furiously.

“I’m on it,” the director of the Security Bureau hurriedly left without saying another word.

At that moment, the plaza was quickly enclosed by temporary barriers. Not just the plaza, but essentially, the entire train station was under lockdown.

Outside the train station, personnel from the Security Bureau and the military were everywhere.

Somehow, the director managed to clear everyone out within three minutes.

No noisy disturbances could be heard anymore.

Minister Tian Lin had returned to the train station’s ticketing lobby by then.

“How’s the calculation? How much longer until the Bloody Train instance arrives?”

Tian Lin approached an odd machine, nearly as tall as a person, and asked.

“Minister, according to the machine’s calculations, it will be no more than ten minutes before the Bloody Train instance arrives,” a woman seated in front of the machine responded.

“Minister Tian, the Bloody Train is actually coming here; I wonder how many will die this time,” a dark-skinned man sighed.

“I thought the Bloody Train was always up north; this time, it’s actually come to us,” Zhou Wen also shook his head.