Pick Me Up Infinite Gacha! - P.M.U Chapter 263: Like Killing Insects (3) (Part 2)

“Oppa, this is…!”

Jenna whispered in a panic.

I bit my lip.

“They’ve filled the train with poison gas.”

This was an indiscriminate terrorist attack.

They had truly lost their minds.

“Open the door! Damn it! Open the door right now!”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Even the towering brute, with his bulging muscles, slammed his fist against the door connecting the cars. Normally, the doors opened automatically when someone stood in front of them, but they weren’t working either.

“Damn it all!”

Wham!

The enraged brute slammed his weapon against the door. But there wasn’t even a scratch.

‘It’s built pretty strong.’

The windows were locked, and the doors were sealed. Poison gas was continuously pouring from the vents, creating a perfect airtight chamber.

“Who are you! You said we’d be safe until we arrived!”

“A-ah, I’m…”

The uniformed male attendant stammered in panic.

Of course, he wouldn’t have expected a gas attack on a company train.

With a pale face, the attendant finally spoke.

“Just wait a little longer! The emergency response team must have been alerted! The security personnel on the train will also…”

<Ah, mic test.>

“See, the conductor is…”

<AAAAAHHH!>

The train’s speakers emitted a horrendous scream.

Slice, slice. The sound of something being sliced followed.

“…”

It seemed they had taken control of the engine room.

The security system must have been tough, but they broke through it even without using Engravings.

<Please, spare me! I didn’t do anything wrong…>

<Okay, okay!>

<Hm? Almost at the test site, huh? If we stop, you die. We’re going all the way.>

Fzzzt.

The speaker cut off with static.

“The, the conductor…”

The attendant mumbled in a daze before collapsing.

The poison gas had now filled the lower half of the train car. One by one, the heroes, who had been planning to break through with magic or brute force, started to lie down. Nothing they did worked, after all.

“There are some really strange people in this world.”

Jenna muttered blankly.

Cough. Red blood dripped from her mouth.

“We were careless. I didn’t think they’d… resort to this.”

“We’re not dead yet. Don’t give up.”

I checked Sadine’s pulse.

She was still alive, only unconscious.

If their goal had been pure murder, they would have filled the train with a lethal dose of poison.

‘If only I had my Engravings…’

I could have smashed this door.

“I’m just… so tired.”

The cabin was already filled with gas.

Jenna flipped over onto her back.

“There will be an antidote.”

“An antidote?”

“If they want to negotiate for the Book of Reversal, they’ll need hostages.”

“…”

Jenna’s eyes were half-closed.

Blood dripped from her blue-tinged lips.

“I’m just going to… rest for a bit.”

Her eyes shut.

I immediately checked her pulse.

It was faint, but still there.

‘She’s not dead.’

Just unconscious, but if this situation continued for much longer…

“Sigh.”

I stood up.

I was the only one still standing, and outside the window, the city continued to blur past.

At some point, the sealed doors of the train opened.

I walked through the open door into the next car.

The passengers in the next car were in similar condition—unconscious or writhing in pain.

I was the only one unaffected.

After all, I had inherited the body of an Ancient Species.

This weak poison had no effect on me.

“S-save… me…”

A man grabbed my pant leg weakly.

I shook him off and kept walking.

The train, which had passed the test site, continued to speed toward an unknown destination.

‘I have to admit.’

I smiled faintly.

There are some real lunatics in the world, people who do the unimaginable without hesitation.

Once upon a time, I lived in a place like that. I must have forgotten, like a fool.

I should’ve anticipated this ever since they launched a terror attack on my residence.

Well, whether it’s Earth or this world, there’s no shortage of idiots who don’t think about the consequences.

Even if this incident brands them as criminals and earns them the hatred of all players, some people wouldn’t care.

Was it psychopaths or sociopaths?

The exact term doesn’t matter.

I strolled leisurely through the train.

It’s been a while since I’ve felt this way.

A feeling I thought I had forgotten long ago.

Even when my master’s gift of a home exploded, and hundreds of warhorses from my collection were obliterated, I didn’t feel this.

Shing.

I drew Bifrost.

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