Extraordinary in Reality Through Magic Games

437: Chapter 423 Anti-theft (Text will be updated in a few hours)The arrival of the train to Seventeen was different from the grand entrance people had imagined.

There were no flowers fluttering in the sky, no loud applause, and no earth-shaking roars. It arrived so quietly that people only realized it was there when the train’s shadow covered the streets—it had arrived.

The noisy city seemed to fall silent for a moment as people simply tilted their heads back, silently watching the train’s chassis slowly pass before their eyes.

After a long while, when the train blew its whistle to signal its presence, the long-prepared citizens of Mosco finally snapped out of it and hurriedly turned on their recording equipment to capture its majestic form.

The Russian President saw the train flying in the distant sky approaching him and immediately sent people to bring the families of the four students to the Kremlin Palace to wait for it to dock.

The train’s seemingly slow speed was an illusion caused by its massive size. It descended at the edge of the city and took only a minute to cross half of Mosco, hovering over the Kremlin Palace.

Light beamed from the underbelly of the train, enveloping the families standing together and drawing them inside.

Although it wasn’t the first time he had seen this scene—he had personally witnessed the train taking the five students to Seventeen—looking up again, the President still felt it was magical, his mind fully immersed in the sight.

By the time he came to his senses, the train had already whistled and departed, flying rapidly toward the horizon.

The President was shocked. He hadn’t even asked if he could be taken to Seventeen as well; how could it have flown away already?

The train naturally wouldn’t turn back, leaving the President to slap his thighs in lamentation.

The citizens of Mosco did not share their President’s emotions; they were cheering while filming the train as it sped across the sky.

All the clamor was blocked by the train’s hull. The family members, who had come inside and found seats, couldn’t hear a thing, and they looked around the carriage environment with novelty.

The train service staff pushed open the aisle door, entered, informed the family members of the precautions, and then left.

As the crisp sound of high heels on the floor vanished behind the door, everyone’s tension from facing the extraordinary eased. They sat in window seats, admiring the land and hometown that had raised them from an unprecedented bird’s-eye view.

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In the train’s cockpit, Zhang Mu sat in a chair with his legs crossed over the control console. The train had already been set with its route and stopping points, requiring no manual control.

Taking advantage of this brief interval, he pondered the matter of the statue of god; the efficiency of collecting faith power was too low.

America’s statue of god currently only had a few hundred students, their parents, and dozens of school staff paying respects; the faith contributed was simply pitifully small.

Although Russia was working hard to build transport facilities to expand the number of worshippers, the results were poor. Zhang Mu regretted more than once why he had been so thick-headed as to place the statue of god on a snowy mountain peak that was difficult for ordinary people to reach.

While this did indeed increase the prestige of the statue of god, prestige couldn’t increase the collection speed of faith power.

Zhang Mu scratched his head, lowered his legs from the console, and sat up straight: ”I can’t wait anymore. I have to place statues of god in densely populated areas.”

With the plan formulated, the only trouble in implementing it was that there was only one statue of god, and it couldn’t appear in multiple locations simultaneously.

However, the problem was easily solved; he could just repeat the method used to drop the America statue of god a few times.

Once everything was sorted out, Zhang Mu immediately deactivated the train’s autopilot and manually increased the speed to its maximum.

Half an hour later, the train flying over Russia entered a light gate, continued traveling through the pitch-black void for several hours, and slowly stopped before the entrance to Seventeen.

After dropping off the families, Zhang Mu transformed into Tevan, found the four people studying the ”Technique” language in the self-study room, and notified them to pick up their families.