Thirty, do you still remember what our god looks like?

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The last gear train slowly departed from the terminal station, marking the end of a day's work.

By the time it returns here, it would be the dawn of tomorrow. During this period, the ancient and dilapidated terminal station wouldn't have any visitors.

"Snap."

The match scraped across the edge of the box, first igniting a few sparks, then quickly turning into a small flame that illuminated the half-bearded chin. The mouth under that chin clenched a cigarette, and the flame licked the cigarette, soon producing a cloud of smoke.

Kude inhaled deeply from the cigarette, and his unnaturally tense emotions gradually relaxed. Then, as if he remembered something, he turned his head towards Gerard who was beside him, "Do you want one?"

Gerard shook his head.

"Ah, I forgot, smoking is prohibited in the Pioneer Force," said Kude with a laugh. "I have a friend in the Skeleton Corps who also never touches this stuff."