Chapter 80 Who Would Ride in This Car as a Decent Person?_1

"Could it be that I'm cursed by the legendary 'Crimson King'?"

Thinking about his reaction, Colin couldn't help but feel his heart race, sensing that from the last five minutes, his memory had become somewhat incoherent.

Segment by segment, each time he came back to his senses it was as if there had been a jump in time, or rather a frame drop—missing a stretch of the process, directly arriving at the result.

Gathering his thoughts, he looked up at the ancient train that had come to a slow stop...

The train's body was coated with a layer of reddish-brown paint that had somewhat faded, countless gears moving slowly, heavy and bulky wheels, exposed metal pipes spewing steam; the entire train was like a colossal metal beast radiating a unique sense of power that instinctively inspired awe.