After the Fall of the Demon Race, Reincarnated as a Demon Girl - Chapter 23

The train was scheduled to depart at night. Renith once again slipped quietly onto the train, deliberately choosing a secluded corner seat before immersing herself in her research world, her fingers unconsciously fiddling with various study materials.

Filarose lay quietly on Renith’s lap. For the past few days, she had been tirelessly busy with copying, organizing, and making rubbings.

Now, every item within the Codex space was neatly arranged by her. Renith had linked these items with the “Appraisal” ability, so now “Appraisal” could provide detailed information about any item already stored in the Codex.

But that was the extent of it.

Nosark’s words had reminded her—Renith could use the standards he mastered to determine if someone was a transmigrator. However, Renith knew nothing about medicine, and she was well aware that during this train journey, her research into the “Appraisal” field was unlikely to make any new breakthroughs.

Although the framework was set up, actually realizing its functionality required practical accumulation. How much knowledge could one person accumulate in a single lifetime?

Renith gently rubbed her chest, slowly exhaling the stagnant air. She deeply disliked this sense of solitude, both in the past and now.

She moved her hand from her chest to Filarose’s head. Although Filarose had no physical form, using light magic particles could simulate the motion of patting her head. That could be considered progress, right?

“What’s wrong, Lady Renith…?”

Filarose was a bit confused by the patting; the old Renith wouldn’t have done such a thing.

“A reward for you. After all, it wasn’t possible before.”

Those divine arts that once existed in Renith’s memories had all been rewritten with Filarose’s help, transformed into magic that, although costly, was quite effective. Renith knew clearly that if she had to do it herself, it would have taken an unimaginable amount of effort and energy.

For some reason, Filarose acted as if she’d seen a ghost and plunged headfirst into the Codex space. Inside, she rolled around, lost in who knows what thoughts.

Renith remained silent for a long time before taking out paper from the Codex. She began listing the “Divine Gifts” of the transmigrators she had encountered. If only criminals could come to this world, and considering Laya’s story, it was hard not to suspect whether the transmigrators’ “Divine Gifts” were actually the crimes they had committed.

Then what in the world was Nosark’s “Form Shell”?

Screech! Zzz—

The train seemed to have reached the next station. The sharp, drawn-out sound of brakes was like a sigh from the depths of time. The friction between the wheels and the tracks sparked tiny flashes of fire, quickly swallowed by the night, leaving only a fading echo reverberating across the empty platform.

The night was heavy, the wind cool.

On the platform, a few passengers dragged heavy, luggage-filled bags, their steps hurried as if afraid of missing the about-to-depart train.

Not far behind them, a group of workers were hustling a herd of cattle and sheep. The animals cried incessantly, their noise particularly loud in the quiet of the platform.

The workers shouted loudly, waving their whips, trying to get the cattle and sheep to line up obediently. After much effort, they herded the animals into the train’s last carriage.

To prevent the livestock from escaping during the journey, the workers secured the carriage door tightly with thick ropes and set up simple fences inside to separate them.

In less than two hours, the train set off again.

Before leaving, Renith had learned from Schubert that the nearby stations were mostly highly connected to breeding farms. Basically, wherever a breeding farm was built, a station was set up.

Usually, if the train collected enough cattle and sheep at one station, it would rarely stay long at the next.

Oh, and here we must specifically mention Mobius City.

Mobius City was established in recent decades. Backed by grasslands and surrounded by numerous breeding farms, it was known as the “City of Breeding.”

Mobius City had an important mission: it received cattle and sheep from nearby breeding farms, slaughtered and processed them into fresh meat products, then transported these goods by train to various cities.

It was said that this processing work was quite simple and offered generous wages. Because of this, in recent years, many refugees had flocked to this “City of Breeding” seeking employment, and the city had welcomed them with open arms.

However, Lance seemed to despise this city intensely.

He felt the city was almost devoid of life, that everyone was under surveillance, and that lies permeated the air. For newcomers, achieving anything here was incredibly difficult; surviving without being suppressed was already a stroke of luck.

Lance had once visited a breeding processing plant. Upon entering, he noticed that the employees seemed to have undergone rigorous training countless times. Their movements were skilled and uniform, each action precise as if calculated, as though one extra move would invite severe punishment.

This wasn’t baseless suspicion. Outside the processing plants, Lance often heard rumors like “workers have their wages docked if they don’t meet efficiency standards, until nothing is left,” or “employees get no rest time and have to work overtime daily.”

If the processing plants were doing nothing wrong, why would such rumors spread?

Lance was convinced of their truth.

He had once asked his teacher about it. His teacher only told him:

“Believe it, and it exists; don’t, and it doesn’t. But I suggest you don’t dig too deep, especially if you want to stay in this city… Well, I’m thinking of your studies and your safety.”

Lance’s sense of justice wouldn’t let him stop. Although he agreed on the surface, he secretly collected evidence whenever he could.

Days passed. He thought he was being discreet, unaware that the powerful figures in the processing plants had already taken notice of him.

It wasn’t until one day when his teacher was summoned by the police that Lance woke up to the reality that his actions had been exposed. In the end, his teacher personally intervened, spending a large sum of money to settle the matter.

“Justice is good, but reckless justice leads only to ruin. You are smart and pure-hearted, but I don’t want you to fixate on this.”

Lance, who had been at school for less than a year, had only just quieted down when Schubert called him back to the village.

Renith temporarily set aside her thoughts about Nosark’s ability and pulled out the letter and business card Lance had given her.

The card bore the name Antina, with the address of a law office at 1230 Lyons Street, Mobius City.

Renith had never been to Mobius City and didn’t know how this newly built city differed from others. Her understanding of it came solely from Lance’s accounts.

And what Lance described was entirely the city’s unpleasant aspects, leaving Renith with a largely negative impression of Mobius.

Renith shook off her thoughts, intending to focus her energy back on research.

The carriage swayed gently with the rhythm of the tracks. The moon hanging in the sky slowly slid westward, casting silver light that gradually faded into the brightening night.

Time passed, and the train crossed several slopes.

On the not-so-distant horizon, what initially appeared as dense, tiny black dots suddenly surged upward as if pulled by an invisible hand.

As they came into clear view, they revealed themselves as orderly, concentric circles of metal structures, tightly arranged like breeding farms, surrounding elegant Western-style buildings. A rushing river split the architectural clusters on both banks.

“Approaching Mobius City. This train will stop for five hours for rest and replenishment.”

Renith lifted the window and looked toward the “rising” city in the distance. It was unlike any city she remembered, primarily because it had no walls.

In the past, to defend against demon invasions, every border city had to build high walls.

But now, the demons were extinct, and peace had arrived.

In the western lands, cities no longer needed cold, hard walls to keep enemies out. Thus, walls were no longer necessary.

The train slowed, the rhythm of wheels on tracks shifting from urgent to drawn-out as it gradually approached Mobius City, its outline growing clearer in the night.

The night faded gradually as the moon set in the west. The train passed through clusters of buildings before finally stopping beside the platform of Mobius City.

The engine’s roar faded, replaced by the sounds of people talking on the platform and the light rumble of suitcase wheels.

“So this is Mobius City?”

Using “Light Bend,” Renith easily blended into the crowd and exited the station with them.

The city’s layout was far more advanced than others she had seen, with facilities and construction materials superior to anything in Renith’s past experience.

Renith stepped onto the wide streets, lightly touching the walls of the buildings with her fingers. Magic particles flowed into them as she tried to understand the unique properties of these materials.

“These materials have mixed magic particles…”

After carefully noting this information, Renith had no desire to linger. She had only taken two steps when a tall figure suddenly blocked her path like a wall.

By the moonlight, Renith could barely make out his attire. He wore clothes pieced together from rags, but they couldn’t hide the sturdy, well-built muscles forged by years of physical labor.

“Oh, my beautiful lady.”

The man stood under a streetlamp, speaking first with a hint of frivolity in his voice.

Renith paused, her eyes full of vigilance as she scrutinized the man who had suddenly appeared.

“Who are you?”

“Ah, well, you see… I’m a bit short on funds lately…”

A glint of white light flashed before Renith’s eyes. Confirming the man wasn’t a transmigrator, she swiftly knocked him to the ground and walked away toward the law office.

The man climbed up from the ground, his head spinning.

Had something just happened?

He had been taken down in an instant by a girl who looked incredibly frail?!