System: My Doomsday Train-Chapter 818 - 331: Return of the Dragon King!

It seems that the "former leader of the Mechanical Civilization" was responsible for what happened. He found a star without an owner at the Mechanical Civilization Ruins, and it belonged to a diary owner. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

That guy naturally enjoyed interacting with people from other civilizations.

He even hosted a traveler from an Advanced Civilization.

At that time, the Mechanical Civilization was still a level 2 civilization.

He also found the universal broadcast that was automatically sent when the Mechanical Civilization was promoted to a level 3 civilization, and so on.

The entire process was like archaeology,

events from tens of thousands, or even a hundred thousand years ago, were gradually revealed to him through the universal broadcast. Although he couldn’t see specific images, he could vaguely sketch in his mind the development history of the Nia Star System over the past ten years through these bits of information.

In these hundred thousand years,

the strongest civilization in this region was the "Nia Civilization," a fourth-level civilization.

There were none stronger than that.

If the "Mechanical Civilization" hadn’t been wiped out, it would have been the one most likely to become the second fourth-level civilization in recent years.

This is where the functionality of this "Cosmic Only Supermodel" comes in.

Not bad.

He thought it was quite handy.

And at this moment, Ai’s voice sounded inside the train: "Train Captain, the Starfire Civilization has sent the miners back. Shall we start preparing to make contact with them?"

"Prepare for it,"

Chen Mang said softly.

He had to go to the Starfire Civilization again later, as last time he forgot to ask about the cosmic level of Stellar Giant Beasts with S-level potential compared to other civilizations in the cosmos.

...

Deep in the cosmos, on a mining planet within an Unknown Civilization.

A plump man who looked relatively young was sitting in his house, gazing at the various corners of his mining site on the surveillance screen. After carefully scanning around, he fetched a piece of watermelon from the fridge and took a bite, muttering.

"Really not coming?"

"Are they really so easy to talk to?"

Just then—

Ring ring ring, ring ring ring.

The shrill ringing filled the room.

The plump man wiped the watermelon juice from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve before hurriedly tapping on the incoming call notification on his wristwatch, speaking urgently: "Mom, what’s up, speak quickly!"

"Child... child, mom... mom is fine, mom... mom just wanted... wanted..."

"Don’t say anything more!"

The man’s voice was trembling with a sob: "Mom, this is a long-distance cross-regional call, it costs a lot of money. I’m in the Northern Border, you’re in the Southern Border, one minute costs 100 million units of iron ore!"

"Especially since you’re stuttering, that makes it even more expensive!"

"It’s not easy for me to make money, can’t you save some for me?"

"But... but... mom isn’t short of money... you can come home... there’s money at home, all for you."

"No way!"

The man firmly looked at the kindly woman’s face projected in the air and said forcefully: "Father said last time that I’m just a parasite. This time, I must achieve something before I go back!"

"No more talking!"

"And mom, really don’t call me again next time, it’s really too expensive!"

"Mom is worried about you... the Southern Border is still undeveloped, in a state of desolation... lots of strange things keep happening... I heard that the neighbor Wang’s boy went exploring in the Southern Border a few days ago, and after losing the signal, there’s been no contact since, likely bad news..."

"Alright, alright."

The young man looked at the call time on his wristwatch, speaking urgently: "Mom, time is about up. Take care of yourself. I’m doing fine here, and tell dad, I’ll definitely achieve something great and slap him in the face hard."

Immediately after.

When the call time reached 59 seconds, the man quickly hung up.

Only then did he sigh in relief.

The cost of this call was too high.

The distance from the Southern Border to the Northern Border was too great, and this place was almost desolate, in a still-developing stage, located in a rather chaotic area where crises such as cosmic pirates, fixed star explosions, and pervasive radiation frequently occurred.

If it were in the civilized Northern Border area, these dangers would be detected and eliminated in advance.

But here,

it was basically a lawless zone.

But—

As they say, opportunity often exists in chaos.

The cost of contracting a mining site here was extremely cheap, and he had calculated that if everything went smoothly, by the time this mining site was completely mined, he could earn a 100 billion profit!

Then he would take that money to contract more mining sites.

Then go to contract mining planets.

Then further contract more mining planets, growing step by step.

The "Southern Border" belongs to an undeveloped area. Civilizations have built many wormholes, leading to various regions of the Southern Border, and the mining planets in those areas were bundled up and sold to "insiders" by those second-generation officials’ children.

Those second-generation officials were too lazy to develop them.

With a simple wave, they could declare that this entire mining planet was theirs, sell it without needing anything, and make money.

Those who bought the mining planets were also too lazy to dig themselves.

These people owned hundreds or thousands of mining planets and couldn’t dig them all. They didn’t want to earn that hard money, so they subcontracted these mining planets, passing them to secondary hands, who then further subcontracted them.

They needed to bring their armed forces to resist pirate raids and required their mining robots to extract ore themselves.

Without accidents, it was basically profitable.

And these mining planets that could be contracted were often not in high-resource areas, not within the civilized planned map but were scraps taken out by those second-generation officials. But even scraps were enough to make many people fat and rich!