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

Shen Wen sheathed his sword and turned to look at the arena.

Dark red blood mist still lingered in the air, and corpses lay scattered haphazardly on the sandy ground.

Huo Mengjiao stood in the northwest corner, her staff still planted on the ground, but her hands were trembling slightly.

Two of the members of the white tower behind her had already collapsed to the ground.

Lin Tiandong leaned against the stone pillar, his hand loosening from the hilt of his sword. There was no need for him to be on guard; Shen Wen only needed to strike once.

He's gone.

Shen Wen turned around and his gaze swept across the entire room.

"Now, I don't think anyone will object to the auction, right?"

Huo Mengjiao swallowed hard, her voice slightly unsteady: "Whatever you say, boss, I'll do."

Shen Wen nodded: "Then you can name your price."

As he spoke, he collected all the black iron-level equipment that had fallen to the ground.

Even the smallest mosquito leg is still meat.

Huo Mengjiao hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Boss, the bronze-level items we have... might not be that effective."

Some are consumables, used only once. Others are only usable by specific professions, so we have no use for them, but they are definitely bronze-level.

"It doesn't matter," Shen Wen said. "As long as it's bronze level, it's fine."

Huo Mengjiao breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said, "Then I'll offer two bronze-grade items."

Lin Tiandong glanced at her, shook his head, and said nothing.

Trading two bronze-grade items for second place only yields fifty attribute points. It's not worth offending the White Tower for such a small amount.

If the goal is to be number one, then the allure of a second talent is indeed great, as it can significantly raise a person's potential.

But second place...

No need.

"I'll offer one item for third place," Lin Tiandong said calmly.

Shen Wen nodded and looked at the others.

Fourth place: five black iron-grade items.

The arena was silent for a few seconds; no one spoke.

People started whispering and making small talk.

Trading five pieces of Black Iron-grade gear for fourth place is indeed a bit of a loss.

If all else fails, we can just wait for the next upgrade. Anyway, we can try again after failing, it will just be more difficult.

But those who had already failed once didn't look so happy.

They can't afford to fail again. Another attempt would be twice as difficult, even more impossible.

"I'll offer... a bronze piece," Huo Mengjiao said again.

Shen Wen raised an eyebrow and glanced at her.

Huo Mengjiao is a rich woman.

Huo Mengjiao noticed his gaze, coughed lightly, and explained in a low voice, "The vice president of the White Tower is my brother."

Shen Wen raised an eyebrow slightly.

Relatives?

The vice president is at least at the Bronze level, while his sister is still at the peak of the Iron level, which means that the two of them did not enter at the same time.

Is it...

"The Silver tier has a special item that can pull people you know into this survival game," Huo Mengjiao said.

Shen Wen nodded.

That makes sense.

And the purpose is quite normal.

Compared to the mundane nine-to-five life in the original world, this place, though dangerous, offers the opportunity to wield extraordinary power and even potentially achieve immortality.

For some, the world as it is today has long been boring.

However, it has nothing to do with him. Whether it's him, Su Muyi, or Su Qingxuan, they are already orphans.

They were practically each other's only support, as for Jiang Youchu...

Shen Wen suddenly thought that he should go back and ask Jiang Youchu if she wanted to bring her parents in.

Of course, even if we were to pull it out, it wouldn't be now.

Fifth place.

No one made a bid.

Sure enough, the guarantee of at least one bronze-level item is a trap set by Aurora.

It seems like two choices have been given, but in reality, it's just one choice.

Join them.

Lin Tiandong smiled wryly: "Brother Shen, your asking price is still a bit high."

We didn't have many bronze artifacts to begin with, and we had to keep some for ourselves and our passengers.

Shen Wen glanced at him and said, "You guys are too poor."

Lin Tiandong smiled wryly: "Although we are at the peak of the Black Iron realm, we may not be able to obtain bronze items."

Moreover, a lot of resources are used to train themselves and passengers, unlike you...”

She didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was already quite clear.

Shen Wen pondered for a moment: "Then let's start with black iron items. Four pieces of black iron, that's the minimum."

Upon hearing this, the eyes of those around them lit up.

They may not have many bronze artifacts, and some may not even have any at all.

But anyone can pull out a few pieces of black iron.

Lin Tiandong was the first to speak: "Eight pieces of black iron, fifth place."

"Eight items, sixth place," he continued.

"Six of each, the seventh and the eighth," Huo Mengjiao said again.

A lone warrior stepped out from the corner, his voice trembling slightly: "Five pieces of black iron... Ninth place."

Shen Wen glanced at him and nodded.

A man dressed in a dark red robe emerged from the crowd, with a skull emblem embroidered on his chest.

He looked at Shen Wen, his voice low: "Skull and Bones Society, five pieces of black iron, tenth place."

Shen Wen nodded.

There are ten spots remaining.

Huo Mengjiao and Lin Tiandong exchanged a glance and said at the same time, "Four pieces each, five in total."

Shen Wen glanced at the corner of the arena and asked, "Jiang Ling, would you like a spot?"

Jiang Ling, standing in the corner, was taken aback. "I can bid too?"

The main issue is that almost all of those who died just now were from the Aurora Society, so even if Jiang Ling survives, he doesn't think he'll get a spot.

"Give up one of your spots."

Shen Wen looked at Huo Mengjiao, who suddenly remembered what she had said when she came in and smiled, "Since Boss Shen has said so, then of course it's fine."

"Actually, why don't you join our White Tower, little sister? If things continue like this, you probably won't be able to stay in the Aurora Society."

"As for the Aurora Club, I'll take care of it for you."

Whether Shen Wen truly favored Jiang Ling or was simply doing it as a favor for something that had happened before, it doesn't matter.

As long as Jiang Ling is from their White Tower, she will have a reason to get involved with Shen Wen, and Shen Wen's future will definitely not be so simple.

Or.

They've moved beyond mere potential; they already possess genuine ability.

Making connections in advance is definitely beneficial, since they will inevitably encounter groups supporting them sooner or later in this area.

A little bit of kinship might be the only way to survive.

Jiang Ling nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay."

Although the Aurora Conference is large, there are too many wolves and not enough meat, so the assistance provided is not as much as one might imagine.

The White Pagoda, on the other hand, takes an elite approach.

Some of the casual participants sighed, some shook their heads, but no one dared to continue competing.

In reality, it's equivalent to exchanging four pieces of black iron for one upgrade slot.

Huo Mengjiao and Lin Tiandong each gave a list of names. The people whose names were called walked out from the crowd and stood on one side of the arena, their faces showing relief at surviving the ordeal.

Shen Wen stuffed all the bronze and iron objects into his spatial backpack without looking at them closely, planning to deal with them later.

"The people you designated, stay. The rest of you, all surrender." Shen Wen paused, his gaze sweeping across the room. "If you're trying to fish in troubled waters—"

He didn't finish speaking, but his meaning was already very clear.

One burst of white light after another exploded, and most people disappeared into the arena.

Most of the people from the White Pagoda had left, leaving only Huo Mengjiao, Jiang Ling, and the other seven who had been named.

Most of the Watchers had also left, leaving Lin Tiandong and seven others.

The Skull and Bones members all left; they only got one spot.

Of those casual players, except for the one who came in ninth place, the rest all left.

There were exactly twenty people left in the arena.

Shen Wen frowned.

It's not over yet?

The executioner's eye hummed softly in his consciousness, its perception covering the entire arena.

The number of living beings is incorrect; there is one extra person present.

His gaze swept across the arena, finally settling on a corner in the southeast.

There was nothing there but air and sand.

But the executioner's eye told him there was someone there. Curled up, crouching in a corner, breathing lightly, his heart pounding.

Stealth.

Shen Wen shook his head.

"court death."

The butcher's knife was drawn.

A crimson blade aura exploded from the blade, sweeping across the sandy ground and heading straight for that empty corner.

Huo Mengjiao was startled and took two steps back. Lin Tian placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, his body tense.

The blade's energy struck that corner.

A scream.

A corpse appeared from the void, cut in half at the waist by the blade energy; the upper body flew out, while the lower body remained crouched in place.

Blood spurted out, splashing onto the sandy ground, and quickly seeped into the sand.

His mouth was agape, his eyes were wide open, and his expression was frozen on the terror of his impending death.

His mouth was forming the character "我" (I/me), but he hadn't had a chance to say "I admit defeat."

Shen Wen sheathed his sword.

The second round has ended.

Mechanical sounds echoed above the arena.

Round 2 has ended. Number of participants remaining: 20.

Round Three: Ranking Battle.

[Rules: The last participant to survive is ranked according to their survival time. The last person to survive is ranked first, the second to last is ranked second, and so on.]

The method of conceding remains unchanged.

[Countdown: 15 minutes.]

In the stands, those who had been teleported out looked at the arena with complex expressions.

The third round was originally supposed to be the most interesting.

Twenty people are battling it out for rankings. Every second someone could be eliminated, and every move could change the order of the rankings.

But at this moment, the arena was as quiet as a study room.

The five members of the White Tower behind her surrendered first, and one white light after another appeared.

Then go to the Watchers.

Five white lights flashed, then to the Skull and Bones members, and then to the ninth-ranked lone wolf.

The two people behind Huo Mengjiao conceded defeat once again.

Then the two behind the Watcher admit defeat, and finally the two behind Huo Mengjiao.

In the end, only Shen Wen, Jiang Ling, Huo Mengjiao, and Lin Tiandong remained on the field.

"Hey boss, want to add each other as friends?" Huo Mengjiao quickly asked. Shen Wen nodded, after all, she was the sister of the vice president of an organization.

After adding Shen Wen as a contact, Lin Tiandong said, "Boss..."

Also add, also add.

Jiang Ling waved his hand, "Boss, see you again sometime."

Jiang Ling conceded defeat and left, followed by Lin Tiandong, and finally Huo Mengjiao said with a smile, "Big boss, keep in touch when you have time. I admit defeat."

A flash of white light, and she vanished from the spot.

Shen Wen was the only one left in the arena.

He stood in the middle of the sandy land, surrounded by empty space, with only corpses on the ground and bloodstains seeping into the sand, proving that a massacre had just taken place here.

A mechanical sound rang out.

The third round has ended.

The rankings have been locked.

[First Place: Shen Wen.]

[Rewards being distributed...]

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