Train Survival: Can I get a treasure chest by touching my goddess?

Meanwhile, train D3927.

Four girls sat in a circle, each holding a brand-new spear, awkwardly poking at it.

"That Shen Wen, he's making a fortune selling both guns and spears!"

The speaker was a girl in her early twenties with a high ponytail and delicate features that could easily make her a celebrity.

Her name is Cao Lin, the train conductor of D3927, and her talent is [Water Source Control].

It can conjure up 200 liters of pure water every day.

This one talent alone allowed the four of them to live a relatively comfortable life, after all, water is a valuable resource these days.

"Yeah, yeah!" A round-faced girl next to her stuck a spear into the ground. "We only have so much water because of Sister Lin's talent."

Otherwise, how could they afford all this equipment?

Cao Lin played with the spear in her hand. The spearhead was polished very smoothly and the spearhead was forged from black iron, gleaming with a cold light.

"We need to maintain this relationship," she said thoughtfully. "These big shots will definitely have plenty of resources later on. We can't just rely on connections; if we run into a tough opponent someday, we'll need someone to protect us."

"By the way," the round-faced girl suddenly lowered her voice, "do you guys think there will be crowded platforms on the trains later?"

The carriage was silent for a second.

"From single-player to multiplayer?" Cao Lin's eyes lit up. "It should be possible!"

If everyone goes their own way, what's the point of surviving? There's bound to be a chance they'll run into each other.

"Then we'll get to meet that big shot Shen Wen! Maybe we can get on his good side then!"

"Another girl exclaimed excitedly."

"What are you thinking?" The round-faced girl rolled her eyes at her. "They have guns, and Sister Lin has water. That's called resource complementarity, understand?"

……

Train D3327.

A sense of oppression permeated the carriage.

Zhang Yang sat leisurely on the ground, leaning against a wooden box, holding a military can in his hand, and using a small knife to stab chunks of meat into his mouth.

The other three people were busy working on the sidelines.

One person was sorting through supplies, classifying, counting, and neatly stacking the junk brought back from the platform.

One person was squatting in front of the trading platform, replying to private messages one by one.

Another person was glued to the regional channel, scrolling through messages one by one to gather intelligence.

All three looked exhausted, their eyes bloodshot, yet none of them dared to stop.

Zhang Yang took a bite of meat, chewed it a couple of times, and suddenly remembered something, his face darkening.

Shen Wen.

The train conductor of D5612.

He sent a message, identified himself, and said he would allocate resources.

What I got in return was a woman's insults and the complete disregard from that man surnamed Shen.

"Damn it," he muttered under his breath, plunging the knife into the can.

"Damn it!"

The man organizing the supplies next to him was startled. He looked up at him, then quickly looked down again, pretending he hadn't heard anything.

Zhang Yang stared at the light screen in the void, and the ID that had attacked him appeared before his eyes.

Jiang Youchu.

A woman.

A despicable person who appeared out of nowhere.

They dared to curse him in front of everyone.

And then there's Shen Wen, who didn't say a word from beginning to end, as if his position as mayor of Long'an City wasn't worth bothering with at all.

"Two more platforms and it'll be the group platform," Zhang Yang muttered to himself, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

This is his talent; he can know in advance the types of some of the platforms for the next three trips.

The fourth platform will be a group platform!

That will be the first time many trains have met.

"We must kill this guy!" Zhang Yang clenched his fist. "How dare he ignore me!"

His voice was loud enough that all three people in the carriage could hear it.

The man squatting in front of the trading platform looked up, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back.

The other two exchanged a glance, silently looked away, and continued working.

Zhang Yang didn't notice their reactions, or rather, he simply didn't care.

He is the mayor.

Even on this dilapidated train, he is still the mayor.

These commoners were born to work for him.

As for nouveau riche like Shen Wen...

Zhang Yang squinted and slammed the can of food in his hand onto the ground, splattering chunks of meat everywhere.

"Wait."

……

The time that follows.

Shen Wen continued to deliver timber on the trading platform, while Su Qingxuan cooperated.

"Want some wood in exchange?" "I have metal!" "Food! I have military-grade canned goods!" "Brother, can I trade you a lighter?"

Su Qingxuan sat next to him, filtering through the entries one by one.

Her thinking was very clear.

Prioritize collecting food, then practical tools, and finally building materials.

"Matches." She suddenly opened a private chat and showed it to Shen Wen. "The other party said they have ten boxes of waterproof matches and want to exchange them for a spear."

Shen Wen raised an eyebrow: "Matches? These days they're better than lighters. They don't need electricity, they don't break, and they can save your life in a pinch."

"Change it." Su Qingxuan made the decision, then glanced at another item, "There's also a stove. It's made of sheet metal, it can burn firewood and get heated, and I need a spear."

"Have him add some more ingredients."

Shen Wen glanced at the pile of spears that looked like a small mountain.

The workbench is open, there's plenty of wood and metal. Jiang Youchu made twenty of them before she left, so there's no shortage of supplies.

"I added another five pounds of wood. I changed it. With a stove, I can heat the canned goods and dry the clothes."

The two worked together seamlessly, one placing orders and the other negotiating prices, completing seven or eight orders in half an hour.

The supplies included three boxes of military canned food, two packs of compressed biscuits, a box of waterproof matches, a tin stove, twenty catties of potatoes, five catties of salt, and twenty catties of wood.

Fifteen long spears emerged from the tent.

Looking at the extra pile of supplies, Shen Wen felt much more at ease: "With these, at least we won't have to worry about food and drink for the next few days."

Su Qingxuan carried the stove to the corner of the wall and then neatly stacked the matches: "More than that. It can be used to start a fire for warmth on rainy days, and it can save lives in critical moments."

This deal is a win-win situation.

At the other end of the main carriage, Jiang Youchu was arguing with Su Mu.

"No, your wrist needs to be steady, not flicked like that." Su Mu stood behind her, correcting her posture hand in hand. "A spear is for thrusting, not throwing. Do you think this is a javelin?"

Jiang Youchu gripped the spear shaft, her face flushed red: "I know! But I just want to throw it when I get nervous!"

"Then practice until you're no longer nervous."

Su Mu took two steps back, holding the fine steel longsword in his hand, his eyes fixed on Jiang Youchu's every move.

Jiang Youchu took a deep breath, aimed at the air in front of her, and suddenly thrust out.

"Too slow." Su Mu gently tapped her wrist with the back of his blade. "You're not using the right force; you're not using your waist."

Jiang Youchu grimaced and shook her hand, but didn't complain. She repositioned herself and tried again.

She knew in her heart that bullets were limited and should be conserved. If danger came, the spear in her hand would be her only lifeline.

I practiced for almost an hour, and my arms were so sore that I could barely lift them, but at least my movements were finally starting to look right.

"Alright," Su Mu rarely praised, "it's starting to look good."

Jiang Youchu slumped to the ground, panting heavily, but a smile remained on her face: "That's right! I'm a genius beauty, after all!"