Passing through the snowy fields of a barren cold mountains, a trains makes it's way to the town below the mountains.
The passengers were waiting for their destination, some sleeping in blankets, some drinking something to warm them up and in this crowd of people a single person stood out.
A small toddler boy with minimal clothing stood on the joint between train carts with tears running down his cheek as he prays for a miracle.
He was a stowaway, a Extra on the train that should have got out way before but just as they say, the cruel world stops for nobody.
The cold winds of the Mountains were freezing, sending shivers down his spine as he took the blunt of them straight to his barely clothes body.
The passengers and the staff could have helped him if they wanted but none came forward, some even begin betting on which station he would last and soon there were piles of cash at the seat next to the door.
As much as he wanted to just go in, the Boy was too young to talk in the harsh coldness, Voice refusing to come out of his mouth as he sat their cuddling with a wooden crate.
Soon the train entered a tunnel, The darkness further snatching away the little warmth of the sunlight.
But as they say, miracles happen only to those who believe in them and so did the miracle happen.
The temperature rose as the tunnel seemed endless, soon the cold was over and overwhelming heat flooded the air as the boy felt his head spin from changing climate.
The train suddenly derailed after exiting the tunnel, everything was thrown and flipped as every cart was sent in different directions as they detached themselves from the engine.
The air was humid and moist, resembling a jungle and that was indeed where they were, a green jungle with trees reaching higher than buildings and the air so humid it was exhausting to breath.
Long gone were the train tracks, long gone was the tunnel as everything on the train was left in a middle of nowhere, in a unknown place.
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"Boss, The rift bought a big thing this time, we will be sleeping good for a few months easy." A masked person with item akin to a rifle said while standing on the tree tops.
"OH, it's a big fish this time, somebody call small john for the Hauler." Another chimed on the radio as one by one more and more people woke from their sleep.
They all looked down at the train carts below, Drool falling from their mouths as they jumped down. Freefalling to the ground and stopping right before the ground as if stopped by a mystical power.
"Good work keegan, Now go help those snobby brats at the 3rd base. Make sure to brag for us.", The so called leader ordered a pale looking guy with tanned skin while he walked to the carts in low strides.
Movement. The bandits suddenly stopped in thier tracks as they saw movements in the cart followed by the sounds of knocking as the gate opened up.
The passengers, the few remaining ones came out crawling on the floor only to witness the sheer massive scale of the jungle surrounding them as they tried to find some support but they didn't recieve what they were looking for.
"Drop em, Nobody is gonna pay for some stinky old morons or half aged brats, just whack them to death you hear me?"
"YES BOSS." the minions yelled as they closed with their weapons in hand and begin bashing the survivors with the gun handles.
Screams of terror, groans of pain and begging voices filled the air as the bandits showed no mercy whatsoever and killed any survivors on the spot.
"Hey, that kid seems alive. Should I go handle him?" A bandit suggested to his partner while looking at the battered and bruised toddler being crushed under wooden crate outside.
"Nah. That brat Ain't got nothing on him, let the transporters deal with it."
"If you say so", the duo left for the inner cart, completely ignoring the toddler while looting any corpse they could find.
Suddenly a loud yell broke through the air, "BOSS, THEY GOT COAL"
The seemingly plain words were like a thunderclap in a cloudless sea, as the bandit ran to the train engine like feral beasts, they broke and destroyed anything that stood in their way as they finally reached the engine.
"Holy mother of Revera! This bastard were rich!" A bandit roared. Slowly rubbing the coal as if it was the greatest treasure in the world
" SOMEBODY GET THE WATER,THERE IS COAL BURNING HERE!" Another bandit screamed while looking at the burning engine as frenzy took over them.
******
While the bandits were bathing themselves in coal, A person stood atop the trees with a few bandits laying down at his feet with their skills cracked open like eggs.
Looking down, The guy couldn't help but laugh as he looked at the treasure trove he have just found.
"Oi system, How much JP will I get for all those scums down there." The guy asked, Twirling his Longsword with both hands.
A mechanical voice suddenly vibrates through his mind as a bunch of words appeared on a panel before him.
[Scan complete> Possible JP= 200+]
"Sweet" the person couldn't help but remark in join as he jumped down the tree and begins running across it's trunk.
Like a falling meteor, the figure crashed down a bunch of bandits while laughing a manical laugh and slowly sharpening his Longsword with a grindstone.
The bandits turn to him like a flock of birds, each staring at him, ready to move at the smallest movement.
Looking at the bandits, The figure giggles, pointing his sword edge to them while fixing his hat.
"Now then buckos, Who will be the first one to get judged?"