"Level... eighteen?"
The young man sitting at the stall stared at the train level on his watch, dumbfounded, and only then did he hurriedly stand up, his face filled with awe and fear, whispering, "Senior, I... I can't afford such high consultation fees."
"I'll charge you one Fixed Star Coupon. Do you have a cigarette?"
"Yes."
"Give me one."
The middle-aged man sat cross-legged on the ground, lit a cigarette, and began to reminisce. After a while, he finally spoke, "You're probably in the white zone now, right? What level is your train?"
"Level 3 train."
"Level 3 train, let me see, you should be about to start a career transition, right? My personal advice is to try to ignore the Flesh and Blood Train and choose the Mechanical Train. The S-level transition task for the Mechanical Train is extremely difficult, nearly impossible to complete."
"Unless..."
