[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-apocalypse-i-built-an-infinite-train":3,"chapter-apocalypse-i-built-an-infinite-train-apocalypse-i-built-an-infinite-train-chapter-534":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Apocalypse: I Built an Infinite Train",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2262298,4414,"Chapter 534","apocalypse-i-built-an-infinite-train-chapter-534",534,"\u003Cp>The waves of the Pacific crashed against the abandoned piers of the Golden Gate Bridge, rusted steel cables moaning in the salty sea breeze; the coastal stretch of Highway 101, once teeming with traffic, now lay buried beneath overturned cargo trucks half-submerged in ink-green seawater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zombie skeletons hung swaying from twisted guardrails beneath the crimson sky—suddenly, an oppressive silence descended!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the shoreline, the sea receded without warning, exposing a seabed littered with bones; the water retreated quietly, as if a drain had opened beneath the ocean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of kilometers from the coast, the fog-shrouded sea suddenly collapsed inward, forming a vortex abyss several kilometers in diameter; countless rotting remnants of strange entities floated along its edges, their dark energy long consumed; the vacuum created by the oceanic void summoned a massive storm cloud above, where thunder roared and churned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gul—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the abyss’s depths came a deep, ancient whale-like rumble, shaking heaven and earth; the next instant, the seabed erupted upward, hurling millions of tons of seawater a kilometer into the air! A gray-blue tentacle thicker than a Ferris wheel burst through the waves, its surface covered in massive keratinous scales; then, an island-like back rose from the sea, slowly ascending from the Pacific!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Seattle, five thousand kilometers north of San Francisco—once a thriving North American metropolis, now a silent ruin beneath crimson skies—dense hordes of zombies stood like wooden stakes amid the city’s rubble; with no invaders present, these strange lifeforms remained utterly motionless, as if petrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a thin haze of dust began to rise from the earth; the broken spire of the Space Needle, suspended three hundred meters above ground, began to tremble. Instantly, every zombie in the city stirred with a clatter of bones, howling in fear and agitation; even the largest strange entities hidden deep within the city or underground erupted from the soil, roaring and shrieking, their grotesque limbs and tentacles writhing endlessly in the crimson mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The zombie hordes scattered in panic—but soon they realized the tremors were not coming from the ground, but from the sky!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire city was swallowed by black clouds; buildings, cars, dead trees, howling zombies, and all manner of strange entities were seized by an invisible hand, defying gravity, ascending against the crimson sky. A rotting corpse-dog slammed into a midair gas station sign and exploded into a mist of blood—yet the blood droplets floated upward unnaturally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clouds tore open; the bloated belly of a colossal gray-black corpse filled the entire sky, its dried, wrinkled skin forming kilometer-long gullies; one such wrinkle trapped half a passenger jet. When its hollow eye sockets turned toward the earth, an entire block of concrete foundations ripped free and rose into the air, revealing the terrified survivors clinging to life in the subway tunnels below—their screams never left their throats before they and the tunnel fragments were sucked skyward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In central Kansas, North America, the earth roared like distant thunder; deep beneath the surface, a muffled rumble echoed. Blackened wheat fields split open into a bottomless chasm; vehicles blocked on the road slid into the abyss like toys; sulfur-scented hot winds erupted from the fissure; tens of thousands of fleshy tentacles, each tipped with a drill-like mouth, burst from the cracks, their surfaces coated with rock fragments that rained down like hail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the crust, some colossal creature stirred; underground sedimentary plates buckled upward like brittle cookies, sending waves of heat skyward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Colorado Rift Frontline, 09:45\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence. Oppressive silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the eastern side of Red Rock Canyon, over a hundred TFV600 twin-barreled heavy tanks of the 4th Heavy Battalion, 22nd Taitiewei Brigade, lay hidden in stillness; infrared radar masts on their turrets, crusted with frost, rotated silently; their cold barrels all pointed deep into the crimson wasteland. Drone swarms patrolled in rotation but returned without a single alert; armored warriors scanned the scorched earth with handheld devices, finding only wind whipping ash past the charred remains of monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Drone swarm detected no thermal anomalies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sonar array is silent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Weird… where are the things that usually crawl out at dawn? Why so quiet today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The operators of the Defender mechs whispered among themselves over the comms, their voices tense with confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Must’ve been that S-class Black Disc we wiped out yesterday—completely resolved a major problem?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Possibly…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a plain three kilometers east of the Silver Star, the Taitiewei Brigade and elite squads from major convoys had established a massive frontline; a two-thousand-square-meter temporary steelworks had risen from the ground through the combined efforts of drones, construction machinery, and over thirty thousand engineers and laborers. Though unfinished, its track foundations were already built; vast quantities of metal, scrap cars, tanks, and even train cars were being hauled in by supply convoys—the metallic screeching echoed for kilometers through the silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Efficiency has improved dramatically.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Xuxi, clad in powered armor, watched the engineers’ data stream across her holographic display and synced it instantly. Chen Sixuan, stationed aboard the Skytrain, received updates from General Li Sheng of the 13th Taitiewei Brigade and General Zeng Weiguo of the 22nd Taitiewei Brigade—no enemy contact alerts had been reported on any frontline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The ‘world-scale’ speculation remains strictly internal,” General Li Sheng adjusted his glasses. “Feedback from all convoys suggests morale leans toward believing we eliminated the S-class threat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s good,” General Luo’s voice was steady and strong. “Whether accurate or not, positive morale beats despair. We’ve suffered enough from continuous battles and internal mutations.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, this is good news.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yun turned to Shaun and Marcus aboard the Utopia: “Looks like we bet right—the pattern hasn’t returned.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Centralizing resources and expanding the site—this pace is much faster than our old method of building while fighting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This might be our only option,” Marcus smiled at Jiang Yun. “We never imagined we’d lay tracks across an entire state just to escape.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yun shrugged. “That’s the drawback of trains—but the upside is their massive carrying capacity and strong defense. Otherwise, you couldn’t have saved so many.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even with massive capacity, tracks have limits,” Shaun of the Utopia turned around. “Trains aren’t starships—they don’t fly. Their final destiny is Ushuaia. Too bad… we haven’t even left North America.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yun raised an eyebrow. “Speaking of flying… I know a friend who’s always wanted to make the train fly—and he actually did.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You mean the Swordbearer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shaun said, “Your struggle in Dawn City shook the entire European front. Powered armor descending from the sky, shattering the Celestial Veil, the Southern Heaven Gate firing—spectacular. Even the Corpse Drivers were wiped out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yun gazed at the dense drone swarms and newly built loading lines inside the factory, murmuring: “If he were here, this factory wouldn’t be necessary at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, the Colorado Canyon region was unusually quiet. From dawn until afternoon, not a single crimson zombie or strange tide appeared. Along every defensive line, save for the occasional harmless Energy-Consuming Insect, the calm was like a peaceful afternoon before the apocalypse—except for the crimson sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seizing this rare respite, all major train convoys worked nonstop: repairing trains, cleaning armor, recasting plates, fixing electrical faults, reorganizing weapons and food. Hundreds of thousands of people had established wired communication channels between trains; neighboring convoys exchanged supplies, while doctors, mechanics, and technicians shuttled between them, forming a makeshift post-apocalyptic society.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet exchanges were limited to adjacent convoys; the entire train line stretched over a hundred kilometers, with many sections unconnected, plus another two to three hundred thousand cars and Taitiewei troops—frontlines were too extended. Fortunately, real-time information sharing allowed the command center, led by General Luo and key convoys, to coordinate effectively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the Skytrain, after holding her post all day, Chen Sixuan handed duty to Shu Qin and Shi Zhi and returned to her room. Ningjing, Abai, and Xiaoqing had returned to Longshan No. 1 to assist Shi Di after eliminating the S-class threat; Longshan No. 1 now housed over six thousand personnel, including many new recruits. Qian Dele had ordered Xiao Meng to relocate all Joker convoy members into the Skytrain, freeing up the original train for other urgent convoy members.\u003C\u002Fp>",1356,"2026-06-19T18:20:07.351Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","5edfa604946fe12471e6aeb832369ed064ce4a677926f53465e13ef844870940","apocalypse-i-built-an-infinite-train-chapter-535","apocalypse-i-built-an-infinite-train-chapter-533",541,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fapocalypse-i-built-an-infinite-train-cover.jpg"]