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

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Shen Wen, thick-skinned, remained unmoved by Su Qingxuan's teasing.

"A Black Iron ability book, Frost Slash, and I also got 5 points of free attribute. I've added them all to Spirit."

Since the "Phoenix Perches on the Wutong Tree" is based on the difference between the two people, then their spirits also need to be raised.

"Isn't this just giving you attribute points indirectly?" Su Qingxuan raised an eyebrow.

"You get to eat it, boost your stats, and get rewards too! You can't be happier!"

"Cough cough."

Shen Wen felt that Su Qingxuan's words carried a hint of resentment.

They quickly changed the subject.

"As for the Frost Slash, it's similar to the Fiery Blade, adding an attack to the blade, but with frost damage."

"Afterwards, let Qingxuan use the constitution-enhancing potions first, and give the rest to Lidi."

Su Mu and Jiang Youchu nodded at the same time.

Su Qingxuan leaned against the storage box, arms crossed, a slight smile playing on her lips, her tone tinged with amusement: "Well, now Lydia and I are the ones in trouble."

Lydia stood in the corner, holding the three-tailed fox in her arms, her long silver hair falling over her shoulders. Upon hearing this, she whispered, "I...I will try my best."

Shen Wen didn't reply. He took out the seven bronze-grade items one by one from his spatial backpack and stacked them on the carriage floor.

"You've seen the short sword before. It's Wu Chong's, bronze grade, a little worse than a butcher's knife, but much stronger than black iron."

He put the dagger aside and took out four more pieces of equipment.

"The four items Huo Mengjiao and Lin Tiandong gave us were all equipment: a staff, a longsword, a hammer, and a shield."

Jiang Youchu squatted down, picked up the staff, and weighed it in her hand.

The staff is entirely silver-white, with an ice-blue gemstone set at the top, inside which a faint light flows, like solidified starlight.

"A bronze-grade ice staff." Her eyes lit up. "It's more than one level stronger than the black iron-grade one I have."

Su Mu picked up the long sword and drew out half of the blade.

The blade gleamed with a cold, sharp light, and the sword was engraved with fine patterns, like some kind of ancient inscription.

She picked up the hammer again; its head was octagonal, its surface covered with fine bumps, and it felt heavy in her hand.

"The hammer is pretty good." She rarely offered such a comment.

Shen Wen glanced at her: "Don't you use a longsword?"

"Blunt weapons are more effective against heavily armored units than sharp weapons. Your longsword is already a sharp weapon, so I'll use a hammer to diversify my damage output."

Su Mu put down the hammer and picked up the shield.

The shield is black with a ring of silver-white metal around the edge. The front is engraved with a soaring eagle, and two dark red gems are embedded in the eagle's eyes.

"Perfect, a hammer in one hand and a shield in the other."

The remaining three items are given by the upgrade platform, which is different from other items.

A dark red book of abilities, the cover covered with patterns that resembled countless distorted human faces, so densely packed that it sent chills down one's spine.

A piece of talisman paper, about the size of a palm, gleamed with silver light, covered with intricate runes drawn in gold ink.

A dark red suit of armor, with layers upon layers of plates resembling the scales of a Qilin. A ferocious beast's head is engraved where the breastplate should be, and the shoulder and arm guards are covered with fine barbs.

Shen Wenxian picked up the ability book and opened the message.

[Hundred Soul Shield (Bronze Level): For each enemy killed, their soul is locked within the body, up to a maximum of 100. Each soul can negate one Bronze-level mental attack.]

Shen Wen stared at the line of text for two seconds, then stroked his chin.

"The Hundred Soul Shield... given to a pure brute, that's truly a peerless genius."

He paused for a moment, then said, "But the problem is it's not very useful to me."

His killing intent is itself an extremely terrifying form of mental attack; ordinary mental attacks have no effect on him at all.

The passive defense of the Hundred Soul Shield is simply useless, weak, and redundant.

"Sister Qingxuan doesn't need this either."

Shen Wen looked at Su Qingxuan and said, "You have a Blood Bride, and your spirit body is a spiritual entity, so you don't need it."

Su Qingxuan nodded.

Shen Wen then looked at Lydia. The little priestess stood in the corner, holding a three-tailed fox spirit in her arms, her long silver-white hair hanging down her shoulders, her eyes sparkling.

But Shen Wen thought about it and realized that Lydia's Holy Light spells were more focused on healing and support, so asking her to kill people to collect souls was really asking too much of her.

"For Su Mu."

Shen Wen pushed the skill book over, "You're a melee fighter, so you're easily ambushed by mental attacks. This thing is perfect for making up for your weakness."

Su Mu took it and opened the ancient book.

A dark red light entered between her brows.

Shen Wen picked up the talisman paper that gleamed with silver light again.

[Skip Charm (Bronze Item): After use, you can choose to skip the next platform. This does not count towards the limit of skipping three platforms consecutively. Only usable for 10 platforms or less. Remaining uses: 2/2.]

After reading it, Shen Wen threw it directly into the storage room.

"This thing is useless to us." He dusted off his hands. "Every platform is an opportunity to improve our strength. Skipping it is like giving it away for nothing. We'll keep it and see if we can sell it later."

The four women nodded.

The last one.

Shen Wen picked up the dark red armor.

The armor felt heavy in my hand, and the plates were icy cold, like touching a stone that had just been pulled out of a deep well.

The beast head on the breastplate is lifelike, with two dark red gemstones embedded in its eye sockets.

Shen Wen opened the message.

[Bloodthirsty Qilin Armor (Bronze-grade Protective Gear): Absorbs the enemy's blood essence, amplifying the armor's defensive capabilities. It can simultaneously withstand both mental and physical attacks. Once the armor shatters, the accumulated blood essence will erupt instantly, counterattacking the enemy.]

Shen Wen's lips curled into a smile.

"I'll wear this one."

He took off his T-shirt and put on the Blood Fiend Qilin Armor.

The moment the armor touched his skin, a chilling sensation spread from his chest to his limbs and bones. The armor plates tightened automatically, conforming to his body shape as if they were custom-made.

The dark red armor gleamed eerily under the light, and the barbs on the shoulder armor were slightly... The beast head on the breastplate seemed to be staring at something.

Shen Wen stretched his shoulders, and the armor deformed slightly with his movements without any obstruction.

"Although it's not very useful to me, it can absorb blood energy to amplify its defense, and it can self-destruct and counterattack even if it breaks."

He looked down at the beast head on the breastplate, his smile deepening.

"After the enemy painstakingly shatters my armor, and Blood Fiend launches a counterattack, they'll find—"

He paused, then looked up at the four women.

"My physical body is the strongest."

"6. Even stagnant water isn't as cunning as you!" Jiang Youchu retorted.

"Dead water is still yin? Alright, what about the rest of the black iron objects?" He looked at Su Qingxuan.

Su Qingxuan squatted down and took out the black iron objects one by one.

"More than twenty items, all weapons." She laid them out on the ground one by one. "Knives, swords, spears, axes, bows, crossbows, everything."

There were no ability books, and no items either. After all, it was just a leveling platform, and those people didn't have many items they could carry to begin with, and even if they did, they wouldn't be willing to take them out.

Jiang Youchu leaned over for a look and curled her lip, "They're all just ordinary, mediocre weapons."

Su Qingxuan nodded: "We'll just put them on the trading platform and sell them for basic resources."

After processing all the harvest, Shen Wen planned to take a nap. Although he had finished processing the upgrade platform quickly, he was still a little tired.

In addition, he took on two women in a row.

Don't you need to take a break?

……

The interior of the train is less like a carriage and more like a moving church.

The dome is painted with colorful murals, depicting angels and saints looking down on all living beings from the clouds.

Soft, multicolored light streamed through the stained-glass windows on both sides, casting dappled patterns of light onto the dark wooden benches.

The bench was full of people, men, women, and children, all dressed in plain white robes, with their hands folded in front of their chests, eyes closed, and lips moving slightly.

They are praying.

The air was filled with the scents of frankincense and burning candles, a thick, heavy mixture that made it hard to breathe.

At the very top stands a huge wooden cross, about three meters high.

A person was nailed to a cross.

No, it's not nailed down.

That person hung it there himself.

Thick iron nails pierced his palms and another nailed his ankle. Blood seeped from the wounds, flowing down the wood grain and dripping onto the white marble floor below, blooming into dark red flowers.

His eyes were closed, his head was slightly lowered, his long, dark brown hair was scattered on his shoulders, and his face was as peaceful as if he were fast asleep.

He wore an extremely simple linen robe, without any decoration, coat of arms, or even a belt, which hung loosely on his body.

"Tap, tap, tap—"

Footsteps echoed through the empty church, approaching step by step from the direction of the entrance.

A man in a long red robe walked over, the hem of which trailed on the ground, making a soft rustling sound.

His robe was deep red, with gold thread embroidery on the collar and cuffs, and a palm-sized silver cross hung on his chest, swaying gently with his steps.

He walked to the foot of the cross, stopped, and looked up.

The person on the cross opened their eyes.

His eyes were light gray, like a gloomy winter sky, and he looked calmly at the man in the red robe below without any emotional fluctuation.

"Wu Chong is dead?"

"Um."

The sound was very soft, like a sigh.

"It was a man named Shen Wen who did the killing. He came in first place that time."

The man in the red robe paused, seemingly considering his words.

"Should we find a way to target him?"

The man on the cross fell silent.

His pale face was expressionless, and his light gray eyes were devoid of any emotion.

"What are you targeting?"

The man in the red robe paused for a moment.

"To offend a genius for someone who isn't even at the bronze level?"

The man in the red robe lowered his head, the wrinkles on his forehead knitting together.

"We can organize investment in him..."

"Consider it a failure."

The man on the cross interrupted him.

The man in the red robe opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately swallowed his words.

The man on the cross spoke again.

"Gather information on Shen Wen. See if he has the potential to become a bishop."

The man in the red robe looked up, a hint of surprise on his face.

"Yes."

"besides."

The person on the cross tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on the picture of the Virgin Mary and the Child on the stained glass window.

"Prepare for the next station. I need to get the Virgin Mary, otherwise my sequence won't be able to advance any further."

The man in the red robe lowered his head, clasped his hands over his abdomen, and bowed slightly.

"clear."

He paused, looked up, and his expression became subtle, as if he had something to say but was hesitant to say it.

The man on the cross glanced at him, and a change finally appeared in his light gray eyes.

"explain."

The man in the red robe carefully considered his words.

"I heard that Bishop Jiang is quite fond of Wu Chong."

The man on the cross fell silent.

A few seconds later, he spoke.

"Go and warn that crazy woman."

His gaze shifted from the stained glass window to the face of the man in the red robe.

"If she wants revenge, she can't use the Aurora Society's name. She should handle it herself."

The man in the red robe lowered his head, clasped his hands over his abdomen, and bowed deeply.

"clear."

He straightened up, turned around, and walked back.

The long red robe cast a long shadow in the empty church, and the footsteps gradually faded away, disappearing in the direction of the entrance.

The church fell silent again.

The scent of frankincense and candles still lingered in the air, the light streaming through the stained-glass windows remained soft, and the people praying still had their eyes closed and their lips still moving.

The person on the cross closed their eyes again, lowered their head slightly, let their long, dark brown hair fall over their shoulders, and their face returned to a peaceful expression.

It was as if nothing had happened.

The train traveled across the wasteland, the rhythmic sound of its wheels rolling over the rails coming from afar, mingling with the prayers, barely audible.