The reincarnated one who knew everything was reborn after the sixth stop.

 

Yan Hebi went back to look for Xing Ye with a long, mournful face. After listening to his account, Xing Ye did not panic. Instead, he said: “The conductor and the driver are inherently very conspicuous positions. It’s naturally impossible for them to be the ones who make it to the seventh stop in the end. I suspect that after the sixth stop, there will be a large-scale replacement of train staff. We won’t be able to find anyone among the crew who experienced the landslide.”

Seeing that Xing Ye was still so calm, Yan Hebi said: “The key issue right now isn’t that no one knows about the landslide—it’s that the conductor plans to stop the high-speed train at the sixth station. We won’t be able to reach the seventh station. What are you going to do? Can we just drive there ourselves?”

Xing Ye replied: “Most likely not. This world is literally called the ‘Train World.’ If we leave the train, we’ll probably be eliminated immediately. The system really calculated this perfectly.

“But it’s not unsolvable. Since we already know the conductor’s plan, when we get off at the sixth station, we can use ‘Empathy’ or ‘Hypnosis’ to control his thinking. Even if only the two of us are left, as long as we can keep the train moving, it’s fine.

“Most importantly, we need to know the exact location and timing of the landslide. Then we just increase the train’s speed and pass that point before the collapse happens.”

Yan Hebi froze for a moment. “That simple?”

Xing Ye said: “What’s actually difficult is discovering that the train cannot reach the terminal station in the first place, and realizing the necessary condition that you—the driver—must survive until the end. Everything else isn’t really a problem.”

“But we’re both Fate-defying players!” Yan Hebi said without confidence. “Are you really sure I can handle being the driver? What if the train goes too fast and derails? What if the landslide happens earlier? What if the train malfunctions?”

Xing Ye said calmly: “Every ‘what if’ you mentioned—I have a way to deal with it. Right now, let’s hurry and find the person who knows the exact details of the landslide.”

“H-how do we find them?” Yan Hebi asked blankly.

Xing Ye took out his phone and said: “There’s something very strange about this game’s design. Players obtain clues about the ‘Thirty-million identity’ by completing tasks, yet every single one of those clues is a decoy option for me. Among the nineteen hunters, many are fate-following players, and there’s even a train attendant who can interact with every passenger—yet no one obtained my real identity. All they got were decoys.

“What’s more, many of those decoy identities were assassinated by hunters. Why do you think the system went through so much trouble?

Yan Hebi thought for a moment and said: “Could it be that the person who experienced the landslide before rebirth is among them? The system deliberately handed the crucial clues to those people because you already know all the options. To avoid suspicion, you’d try not to interact with them. At the same time, hunters would keep assassinating them. If you eliminated hunters too slowly, the person holding the key information might get killed.”

Xing Ye gave him a look that said “this child can be taught”. Yan Hebi’s brain was still functioning well.

Most importantly, all of the identities the system provided for Xing Ye were female, so sending Yan Hebi to ask around was perfect.

The options the system had originally given Xing Ye were: a beautiful female train attendant; a cute little girl eating a lollipop with her parents; an ordinary elderly woman from the middle class; a warm-hearted “Chaoyang auntie”; a beautiful urban white-collar worker; an innocent-looking female student; a plain-looking but highly skilled female doctor on the train; a female psychological counsellor; a pitiful-looking blind woman; an obscure eighteenth-tier actress carrying a magical makeup kit that could subtly alter her appearance and aura; and an entirely unremarkable female passenger.

Previously, Shao Lin had told Yang Zhuang that they had already eliminated the little girl with the lollipop, the blind woman, the Chaoyang auntie, the female white-collar worker, the actress, and the female doctor. That left four options: the female attendant, the ordinary elderly woman, the female student, the female psychological counsellor, and the ordinary female passenger.

Xing Ye said: “Honestly, any of them seem possible. And the ordinary elderly woman, the unremarkable female passenger, and the female student have no hints at all—it’s like anyone of the right age could fit.”

Although there were too many filtering conditions, Xing Ye did not lose heart. He still had the little mirror. And the number of remaining players wasn’t two—it was three.

The train had already departed from the fifth station. There was one and a half hours left until the sixth station. They had to find the person who had experienced the landslide before rebirth within that time.

There were no other players left. Xing Ye put his mirrored phone case back on and openly held the little mirror in his hand.

They happened to be in Car No. 2. After departure, they walked forward car by car. Using his job privileges, Yan Hebi obtained a set of attendant’s clothing. Whenever he saw a woman matching a suspected option, he went up to strike up a conversation; whenever he saw an elderly person, he proactively helped them—using the strategy of casting a wide net and focusing on key catches.

An hour passed. From Car No. 2 all the way to Car No. 17, Yan Hebi had chatted with every female passenger between the ages of fifteen and seventy on the train. He was so tired that his mouth was dry and his tongue parched. When passing through Car No. 8, he even bought a bottle of drink with Xing Ye’s financial support.

“Everyone looks suspicious,” Yan Hebi said after taking a sip. “But they all said that before rebirth they only made it to the sixth stop. Not a single one of them fits.”

“There’s still half an hour. Keep going,” Xing Ye said.

After entering Car No. 18, Yan Hebi continued chatting with passengers one by one, completely like a good-for-nothing attendant.

Xing Ye, meanwhile, observed every face. Suddenly, he noticed a man wearing black-framed glasses.

For some reason, Xing Ye’s attention was drawn to this person. He held his phone in front of his chest so that Lu Mingze could see the man’s face.

After a while, Lu Mingze said uncertainly in Xing Ye’s mind, “This person… why does she seem like a woman?”

This “man” had exceptionally long legs and was estimated to be 178–180 cm tall. He had short hair and wore a black shirt, giving off a kind of intellectual handsomeness. From head to toe, there were no obvious feminine traits. Beneath the collar, a faint Adam’s apple could even be seen. Yet Xing Ye felt an inexplicable sense of incongruity. Perhaps it was because he himself had worn women’s clothing before and was particularly sensitive to cross-dressing.

Lu Mingze, fully activating the power of the “Eye of Truth”, believed this person was female. Still, the appearance was so convincingly masculine that even Lu Mingze was unsure.

After the fifth station, passengers had gradually disembarked, and the carriage was now quite empty. There was no one sitting opposite this “man,” so Xing Ye, sporting his purple hair, asked: “May I sit here?”

The “man” glanced at Xing Ye and nodded slightly. After sitting down, Xing Ye removed his sunglasses and carefully examined the passenger.

His gaze was too focused. The “man” frowned slightly and spoke rather curtly: “What are you looking at?”

The voice was very low—deep and hoarse—but not distinctly male. Some female voice actors could also produce this kind of voice.

Xing Ye rubbed his temples and said: “I just had a dream. I dreamed the train passed by a mountain, and I don’t know what happened, but everything started spinning. That’s where the dream ended. I woke up still on the train, and now my head really hurts.”

Based on Yan Hebi’s inquiries, most passengers on the train were reincarnated. Xing Ye’s words should have resonated with this person.

Unexpectedly, the person’s expression remained calm. Coldly, they replied: “Your head probably hurts because you’ve been blasted by the air-conditioning too much.”

Xing Ye: “……”

“Did I really guess wrong?” Xing Ye asked inwardly. “I keep feeling she’s the one we’re looking for. The system deliberately set all the options as female to make us overlook males. You and I both think she’s cross-dressing, and you also sensed that she might have clues—so why did she have no reaction to what I said?”

Lu Mingze said in Xing Ye’s mind, “That’s strange. I don’t think she’s lying. She really seems unaware of the reincarnation.”

At this moment, Yan Hebi, who had been questioning nearby passengers, noticed Xing Ye sitting there and walked over. Politely, he said to the “man”: “Sir, please show your ticket and identification so we can make a record.”

Seeing a train attendant, the “man’s” expression softened slightly. She took out her ID card and ticket. The ticket showed she would disembark at the terminal station, and the ID card listed her gender as female.

Upon seeing the personal information on the ID, Yan Hebi immediately understood why Xing Ye had chosen to sit opposite this person. He said: “Mr. He, right? You’ll be getting off at the terminal station?”

Mr. He looked up at Yan Hebi. Seeing that he showed no surprise at the gender listed on the ID and thoughtfully addressed her as “sir,” without exposing her in front of Xing Ye, she gave a faint smile and said: “Yes, I’ll be getting off at the terminal station.”

Yan Hebi sat directly beside Xing Ye, returned the ID and ticket to Mr. He, and deliberately used the ticket to cover the personal information on the ID, being especially mindful of passenger privacy. Mr. He accepted the documents and nodded kindly to Yan Hebi.

Yan Hebi said: “You don’t plan to get off at the sixth station? I walked all the way from Car No. 2 to here and noticed something strange—every passenger who was originally heading to the terminal suddenly changed their plans and said they’d get off at the sixth station. You’re the only one who doesn’t plan to disembark early.”

His gaze was exceptionally sincere, like that of a newly employed attendant. His speech was proper and naturally put people at ease.

Mr. He did not doubt his words. Instead, she frowned and asked: “Why did so many people change their stop?”

“I find it strange too. No matter how I ask, they won’t explain. Now I’ve finally met someone who shares the same confusion,” Yan Hebi continued.

Just like that, he smoothly struck up a conversation with Mr. He—talking about stations, trains, and the industry. Yan Hebi remarked that train staff had it tough, especially high-speed rail drivers, since the safety of an entire trainload of passengers rested in the driver’s hands, and the pressure was immense.

He spoke with genuine emotion. Seeing that Yan Hebi truly showed signs of anxiety, Mr. He took out a business card and said: “Actually, I’m a psychological counsellor. If your stress is really this high, you need to make some adjustments.”

Hearing her profession, Xing Ye and Lu Mingze were instantly invigorated.

However, Mr. He shot Xing Ye a glare, clearly unwilling to talk to him. Xing Ye waved his hand, stepped around Yan Hebi, and left his seat, allowing the two of them to continue chatting.

Seeing that the gender on the business card was also listed as female, Yan Hebi looked at Mr. He with curiosity and said: “Um… Mr. He, may I ask a rather presumptuous question? Why do you…”

Mr. He smiled and said: “It’s nothing serious. I chose to study psychology because I once suffered from gender identity disorder—to understand myself and accept myself. You don’t need to be so cautious. I only dress like this in private settings; at work, I wear women’s clothing. And ever since I accepted my gender identity, I’ve already recovered. Dressing like this now is just a hobby.”

“So that’s how it is!” Yan Hebi said with an expression of understanding, continuing to chat with Mr. He.

A female psychological counsellor…

Xing Ye thought for a moment and said to Lu Mingze: “I understand now. The passenger who truly knows the exact location and timing of the landslide would not have been reborn in the first six stations. She would only be reborn after the seventh station. If we don’t stop the conductor from suspending departure at the sixth station, and the train can’t proceed from the sixth station to the terminal, then we’ll never know where the landslide happens.”

He took out his phone, checked the upcoming route map, and said to Lu Mingze: “Look at the stretch between the sixth and seventh stations—almost the entire route runs alongside mountains. A full hour and a half. Except for the last ten minutes, the tracks are all mountain-adjacent. Without knowing the exact location, we’d be completely defenceless.”

Lu Mingze said: “‘Turning Misfortune into Blessing ’ can only last ten minutes at most. Ten minutes is enough to turn the tide, but an hour and a half is impossible—you can’t activate an achievement title from the very beginning.”

“So we have to gamble,” Xing Ye sighed. “If my guess is wrong and this passenger never reincarnates, then this entire journey will depend on timing and judgment. I just hope the astronomy and geography I studied before can finally be of use.”

“And my intuition!” Lu Mingze said. “You have to believe in my luck!”

“Of course,” Xing Ye said with a smile.

Seeing how much Xing Ye trusted him, Lu Mingze instead grew a little timid and whispered: “Then… if I choose the wrong moment, you can’t be mad at me.”

“How could I?” Xing Ye tapped the face reflected in the mirror and said. “Failure just means starting over. Even if I lose my initial skill and the thirty million points, I’ll still have you helping me, right? No one can guarantee smooth sailing forever—one can only do one’s best and leave the rest to destiny.”

Lu Mingze clenched his fist inside the mirror and said: “I’ll definitely protect you!”

Having realized that the final reincarnated person might only revive at the last station—or even the very last moment—Xing Ye no longer wasted time. Before reaching the sixth station, he directly sought out the conductor and used a hypnosis QR code on him.

The train only stopped at the sixth station for five minutes. The conductor had not yet reported to headquarters or to the incoming replacement conductor. Some reincarnated attendants wanted to speak up about the landslide, but the controlled conductor sternly said: “Without legitimate justification, this train cannot be suspended. You’re being completely absurd!”

The conductor forcibly handed command over to the incoming conductor. Passengers disembarked one after another. In the end, only a little over a dozen people remained on the train. There were very few remaining attendants, and even the dining car staff had all fled.

Yan Hebi nervously entered the driver’s cab once again, anxiously recalling how he had driven the high-speed rail during the previous four hours.

After the train departed the station, Xing Ye immediately used “hypnosis” on the new conductor, ordering him to gather all remaining passengers and staff into Car No. 2 and leave the other cars empty. That way, if anything happened, Xing Ye could save these passengers.

Even if they were merely system-generated artificial intelligence, they were originally meant to remain at the sixth station and avoid disaster. It was Xing Ye’s decision that forced them to accompany him into danger—so he was determined to save them.

There were seventeen people left on the train. Including Xing Ye, Yan Hebi, and the new conductor, there were exactly twenty people—a remarkably coincidental number.

And Mr. He still appeared completely at ease, showing no signs whatsoever of reincarnation.

 

Translator : DarNan