Chapter 37: Little Lamb
“Privilege?”
“Yes.” Wei Ling’s voice lowered: “For passengers, it’s a privilege they’ve dreamed of, and even for ordinary people who aren’t passengers, it’s probably something they’d want to have.”
“Resurrection!”
Resurrection?!
Surprise flashed in Lu Jinzhao’s eyes. She hadn’t expected it to be this kind of “privilege”?
“Having a First-Class Train Ticket is equivalent to having a second life.”
Lu Jinzhao was a bit curious: “Does that mean only the Train Ticket has this ability, and other Supernatural Items can’t do it?”
Wei Ling shook her head: “They can’t.”
“Other Supernatural Items, no matter how powerful, can only reduce the possibility of death. Besides the Train Ticket, no Supernatural Item has ever been able to revive a person after their death.”
“Even if some Supernatural Items claim they can resurrect, after resurrection… they can’t even be considered human anymore!”
“Only the Train Ticket can completely resurrect a person exactly as they were.”
“And it doesn’t require you to operate it actively. Of course, this privilege isn’t just about resurrection—or rather, resurrection is what passengers value the most.”
“You can also tear up the Train Ticket at a critical life-or-death moment to exchange for a gamble everything opportunity.”
“In short, having a First-Class Train Ticket is equivalent to having great fault tolerance and more possibilities.”
Wei Ling said slowly: “And rumor has it that First-Class is the highest level of the Train Ticket. Going higher… perhaps you’d no longer be a passenger!”
“No longer a passenger? What does that mean?”
“I’m not sure. I’ve just heard that phrase, but I imagine it must be something very important. However, that’s too distant for me. My current goal is to first obtain a suitable ability.”
Wei Ling brought up another new term.
Lu Jinzhao noticed that she had said First-Class comes with the ability to confront ghosts, so it must be related to this ability.
After Wei Ling finished speaking, she realized Lu Jinzhao probably didn’t know these things, so she explained simply:
“You should already be very clear: ordinary people have no way to confront ghosts at all. Not to mention confronting them—even surviving is very difficult.”
“We can only rely on Supernatural Items to barely survive from the ghost’s attack.”
“Even so, it’s just barely staying alive.”
Indeed, Lu Jinzhao’s understanding of this point was already profound enough.
“But if you have some special abilities, it’s completely different.”
“Um, you’ve probably seen novels and movies, right?” Wei Ling thought about how to explain, and Lu Jinzhao nodded upon hearing this.
“Don’t they have things like spirit mediums, Celestial Masters, shrine maidens, yin-yang eyes, or other strange stuff?”
“Anyway, similar things appear more often inside higher-level platforms. Class D almost never has them, and Class C only occasionally.”
“In these special platforms, passengers are assigned different identities. Some identities come with these abilities. If you successfully survive inside the platform using that identity and pay Life-Buying Money to buy that identity’s fate, you can truly possess these abilities!”
“…It can be like that?”
“Yes! Our Yuncheng Station has a Celestial Master. Speaking of which, she obtained the Celestial Master fate from a platform set in Hong Kong last century. A Celestial Master— that’s a very powerful fate.”
Wei Ling’s tone was full of envy.
“Can there only be one fate? Or can you buy several?” Lu Jinzhao asked the key question she thought mattered.
“Only one. After all, you’ve already bought a life, and a human life is only one, so naturally you can only have one fate.”
“After buying a fate, you won’t be assigned special professions anymore, so some people advise those without fates to be cautious. But others say having one is better than none.”
“After all, who knows if you’ll die in the next platform?”
“I think those who advise caution are afraid all the good fates will be bought up. Hesitating inside the platform—isn’t that just afraid of dying too late?”
Wei Ling’s tone clearly held dissatisfaction toward those advocating caution.
What Lu Jinzhao cared about most upon hearing this was: “Are fates limited?”
“I’m not too sure about that.” Wei Ling shook her head: “Our Yuncheng Station is too small, and not many people have obtained fates. But communication between city platforms and other city platforms is too rare. For some reason, everyone’s information is very closed off, and no one wants to communicate too much, so we actually know very little.”
“From what our forum seniors have shared, most known fates aren’t unique, but there are some extremely special ones that have only appeared once. I think it’s probably like a card-drawing game?”
“Like super rare cards that only appear once, while other cards appear many times.”
Wei Ling was just speculating; she couldn’t say for sure what the exact facts were.
“I understand.”
Would a sufficiently powerful fate have the ability to confront the parchment?
Before the parchment devours all of her soul, she must try to buy a fate.
Ending the communication with Wei Ling, Lu Jinzhao hurried nonstop to her hometown.
Since her parents passed away suddenly a few years ago, she hadn’t gone back.
Looking back now, her memories of that town had become very blurry.
Lu Jinzhao wasn’t sure if this was due to the natural fading of memories over time or influenced by the parchment.
When she took several modes of transportation to return to her hometown and saw the familiar streets, those blurry memories seemed to slowly return.
The town where she used to live wasn’t remote and had a decent population. Though called a town, it was essentially an urban-rural fringe area. With development over these years, it had all the necessary facilities and buildings, and popular milk tea shops had opened several in a row along the streets.
However, it wasn’t prosperous at all. Even after more than twenty years, there hadn’t been much change. Compared to other equally poor areas from before, development here had been extremely slow.
It was said there were some objective factors making it hard to develop, but Lu Jinzhao hadn’t looked into the specifics.
Her house was now a self-built house, but when she was very young—probably before high school—her family still lived in a flat-roofed house made of soil and bricks. Later, a room was developed there, the old house was demolished, and a self-built house was constructed on the compensated foundation.
And the parchment came from a little sheep that was once kept behind the soil house.
In her memory, it was around when she was twelve that the little sheep got sick and died.
She liked that sheep a lot as a child, so she cried very hard.
Seeing this, her parents cut off a piece of sheepskin to make an amulet, saying as long as the sheepskin was there, the little sheep would always be with her.
No matter how she recalled it, in her memory, it was just an ordinary sheep, nothing more ordinary.
