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

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Shen Wen stood at the edge of the arena, his gaze sweeping over the groups of people gathered in small groups.

The aurora viewing area had the most people, more than fifty, taking up most of the corner.

Wu Chong was surrounded in the middle, whispering something to a few people, occasionally glancing up at the others in the room, his eyes like he was counting his prey.

There were quite a few people at the White Pagoda, about twenty, led by Huo Mengjiao, who occupied the opposite corner.

There are also some scattered small groups, three or five together, sticking together for warmth.

As for true independent players, like Shen Wen, they are few and far between, standing in the gaps of the arena like superfluous chess pieces on a chessboard.

Wu Chong stepped out from the crowd and took two steps toward Shen Wen.

He didn't get too close, keeping a distance of three or four meters, and his voice was very low, so that only Shen Wen could hear him.

"Friend, why don't we cooperate?"

Shen Wen glanced at him.

Wu Chong continued, speaking calmly and deliberately, as if discussing a business deal: "We at Aurora will guarantee you second place."

Shen Wen raised an eyebrow: "Second?"

"Yes." Wu Chong nodded. "We already have someone who wants the first spot. But the second spot is available for you."

Shen Wen looked at him expressionlessly: "Sorry, I want to be number one."

Wu Chong's smile froze for a moment.

He looked at Shen Wen, as if to confirm whether he was serious about what he said.

Then he smiled, but this time the smile lacked the warmth of the previous one.

"Friend, don't assume that being the first to appear means you're the strongest."

His voice was still very low, but his tone had changed, adding an indescribable quality.

"Survival isn't about fighting and killing; it's about understanding human relationships and social dynamics."

He paused and glanced behind him.

The fifty-odd Aurora Society members were staring at them, some with their hands already on their weapons.

"There are more than fifty people in my Aurora Club here, all of whom are at the Iron Limit."

Wu Chong turned back to look at Shen Wen, a smile still on his lips, but the smile had vanished from his eyes.

"If you and I team up and eliminate those two guys, second place is yours."

He gestured with his chin toward Huo Mengjiao and Lin Tiandong.

"Otherwise, how could you face so many of us?"

Shen Wen looked at him and said calmly, "Then why can't I cooperate with them and eliminate you?"

Wu Chong's expression finally turned completely cold.

He looked at Shen Wen, his voice forced out through clenched teeth: "You want to offend the Aurora Society?"

He took a step forward, less than two meters away from Shen Wen.

"Our president is a Gold-level expert; he could crush you with a single finger."

Shen Wen glanced at him.

The butcher's intuition made the judgment in his mind.

Malice.

Murderous intent.

There is also a deep-seated, suppressed fear.

The man was scared.

It's not that I'm afraid of Shen Wen as a person, but that I'm afraid he might actually turn around and cooperate with Huo Mengjiao or Lin Tiandong.

If the strongest player among the solo players teams up with White Tower or Watcher, Aurora's advantage won't be as significant.

Shen Wen's lips twitched slightly.

"I can kill you with one strike too."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

"What right do you have to bark at me like a dog?"

Wu Chong's face turned red.

The redness started from the base of the ear and spread upwards all the way to the forehead.

His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but something seemed to be blocking his throat.

Several members of the Aurora Club nearby heard the commotion and moved a few steps closer.

Some people had their hands on the hilts of their swords, while others had already begun to gather magical light in their palms.

Wu Chong raised his hand, signaling them not to move.

He took a deep breath and exhaled, as if trying to suppress something.

Then he looked at Shen Wen and said, word by word, "You just wait."

After saying that, he turned around and walked back into the crowd of people at the Aurora Club.

The fifty-odd people followed him to a corner of the arena, forming a circle around Wu Chong and protecting him in the middle.

Shen Wen stood there, hands in his pockets, looking at the group of people with a blank expression.

Huo Mengjiao walked out of the crowd at the White Pagoda and took a few steps toward Shen Wen.

She didn't get too close, standing about three meters away.

"How about we team up and eliminate that guy first?"

Shen Wen turned to look at her: "How will you be eliminated?"

Seeing that he didn't refuse, Huo Mengjiao took two steps forward and lowered her voice: "You can kill people in this free-for-all. But if the opponent loudly admits defeat, the arena will teleport them directly to the stands."

She paused, then added, "Admitting defeat means failure and losing the qualification to advance."

Shen Wen nodded.

This setting is reasonable.

It gives people a way to survive, so they don't have to fight to the death as soon as they enter.

She looked at Shen Wen, a hint of probing in her eyes: "So, we're joining forces?"

Shen Wen glanced at her and shook his head: "No need, thank you."

Huo Mengjiao frowned: "The Aurora Society will be difficult to deal with."

"It's nothing special," Shen Wen said in a flat tone.

If it were a Silver-level expert, I might be a little more cautious. But what abilities could a bunch of Iron-level experts possibly possess?

Even with talent, to be honest, there are still things to worry about before you can acquire a body of steel and a slaughterhouse.

But now.

All I can say is, this is Shenwen Square now!

She nodded, her tone more serious than before: "Okay."

Shen Wen suddenly remembered something and asked, "Speaking of which, there are so many people here at the Aurora Club. Even if they take all twenty spots, there are still more than thirty people who won't get one."

Shen Wen suddenly remembered something and asked, "Speaking of which, there are so many people here at the Aurora Club. Even if they take all twenty spots, there are still more than thirty people who won't get one."

Huo Mengjiao glanced at him, the corners of her mouth curving slightly, as if she were laughing at his naivety.

"Some have already been arranged, so we'll just wait for the next time."

"These organizations all offer compensation. They provide resources, items, and guarantee a spot for the next promotion."

"Besides, if a real fight breaks out, there might not be more than fifty people left."

Shen Wen raised an eyebrow.

That seems true. Although it's possible to admit defeat, who knows what might happen in the chaos?

A sudden sneak attack could kill him.

They couldn't even bring themselves to admit defeat.

After saying that, she walked towards Lin Tiandong.

Shen Wen watched her retreating figure, then glanced at the dark mass of Aurora Society members in the corner of the arena.

More than fifty people.

Both are at the limit of black iron.

There are melee classes, ranged classes, mages, and priests.

The positioning shows clear tactical coordination, with each side providing cover for the other.

Shen Wen withdrew his gaze, leaned against the stone pillar, and put his hands in his pockets.

My mind is racing.

Huo Mengjiao is right.

Once the chaos begins, the first people the Aurora Society will eliminate are those independent individuals who don't cooperate with them.

In particular, he embarrassed Wu Chong.

If we don't kill him, where will he put his pride?

The greyish-white light above the arena began to move.

That deep voice rang out again from all directions.

Round Two: Chaotic Battle.

[Rules: Survive to the last twenty players, or surrender and be teleported out of the game.]

[How to admit defeat: Shout "I surrender!" loudly. After surrendering, you will be immediately teleported to the stands and lose your chance to advance.]

[Countdown: 30 minutes.]

If the number of people in the arena exceeds 20 after 30 minutes, all participants will lose their chance to advance.

The moment the words fell, no one moved.

Five hundred men stood on the sandy ground, spaced far apart, their hands on their weapons, their eyes scanning the surroundings, like a pack of wild beasts locked in the same cage, none daring to make the first move.

The one who acts first will become the target of everyone else.

This is basic common sense in chaotic battles.

Shen Wen leaned against a stone pillar, his hands in his pockets, his gaze sweeping across the entire arena.

The Aurora Society members occupied the southeast corner of the arena, with more than fifty people huddled together like a swarm of ants.

The people from the White Pagoda occupied the northwest corner, with Huo Mengjiao standing at the very front, her staff planted firmly on the ground, the dark purple gem on the staff tip flashing like a slowly beating heart.

The twenty-odd people behind her were positioned loosely, but the distance between each person was just right, allowing them to attack or defend as needed.

The Watchers were scattered around the edge of the arena, with Lin Tiandong standing at the very front. His silver light armor gleamed coldly in the pale sunlight. His hand rested on his sword hilt, and his gaze swept back and forth between the Aurora Club and the White Tower.

As for the independent players, like Shen Wen, they stand in the gaps of the field, like extra pieces on a chessboard.

The silence lasted for about ten seconds.

Then Wu Chong spoke.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the empty arena, each word like a nail driven into the sand.

"Huo Mengjiao, Lin Tiandong."

He paused, his gaze sweeping from the direction of the White Tower to the direction of the Watchers, and then back again.

"We're organized, so let's team up and clear out the lone survivors first, shall we?"

The atmosphere in the arena has changed.

It wasn't the kind of tension that suddenly erupted, but rather like a string being slowly stretched, from relaxed to taut, with each joint making a subtle creaking sound.

The expressions on the faces of those casual acquaintances changed.

Some people started to back away, some put their hands on their weapons, and some began to move closer to the densest crowd, trying to use other people's bodies to block themselves.

Huo Mengjiao did not answer immediately.

She looked at Wu Chong, her brows furrowing slightly, as if she were weighing something.

A member of the White Tower behind her whispered something in her ear, she shook her head, and the man stepped back.

Lin Tiandong was quite decisive. He took his hand off the hilt of the sword, crossed it to his chest, and a faint, ambiguous smile appeared on his lips.

"Okay. Let's eliminate the unstable factors first, and then we'll allocate the spots."

Huo Mengjiao finally spoke.

"OK."

Just one word.

But as soon as those two words were uttered, the expressions on the faces of those casual acquaintances completely changed.

Some people have already started moving towards the edge of the arena, trying to find a good spot to concede defeat at any time.

Some people started speaking loudly, trying to show that they were willing to join an organization.

Some people stood still, their faces pale and their hands trembling, but they didn't move.

Shen Wen leaned against the stone pillar, watching all this, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Wu Chong is still Chong.

He's still rushing.

He hasn't stopped since the end of the first round.

Through a combination of tactics—co-opting, threatening, sowing discord, and forming alliances—the three major organizations were brought together as one.

The purpose is obvious.

First, clear out the casual participants, then decide on the quotas.

Among the independent players, Shen Wen is the biggest threat.

The first one to emerge from the pit.

Wu Chong didn't say anything, but the thorn had already been planted in his heart.

Therefore, he needs to eliminate Shen Wen first.

Shen Wen looked at Wu Chong's face, which was full of "the situation is settled," and suddenly smiled.

He straightened up from the stone pillar and took two steps forward.

The boots made a dull thud as they stepped on the sandy ground.

The sound wasn't loud, but everyone in the quiet arena could hear it.

All eyes turned to him.

Wu Chong's gaze fell on him first, filled with wariness, hostility, and a hint of nervousness.

Huo Mengjiao's gaze also fell upon him, her brows furrowing slightly, as if trying to decipher the expression on his face.

Lin Tiandong's gaze also fell over, his hand resting on the hilt of the sword again, his thumb against the guard, ready to draw the sword at any moment.

The gazes of those lone travelers also fell upon them, filled with hope, expectation, and a complex mix of emotions that were hard to define.

Shen Wen stood in the center of the arena, looking around.

Then he spoke.

"Now I'll tell you something."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the fifty-odd Aurora Club members in the southeast corner, then over the people at the White Pagoda in the northwest corner, and finally landing on the scattered individuals at the edge of the venue.

"From now on, this place will be renamed—"

"Shen Wen Arena".

"I'm done talking."

"Who agrees, and who disagrees?"