Death Train: SSS-level talent right from the start!

Name: Zhao Lei

[Level: Lv1]

[Talent: Axe and Hammer Mastery (Rank B) - Deals damage equal to twice the base strength when using axe and hammer weapons.]

[Basic Attributes: Strength 4, Agility 3, Constitution 4, Spirit 2]

Goryeo's lips finally curved into a noticeable smile. This was genuine combat talent; if you gave him a fire axe, he could deal 8 points of damage.

Zhao Lei's talent is very similar to hers, except that he has a little less basic strength.

"Zhao Lei, come here."

As Gao Li finished speaking, a muscular young man of similar height, wearing only boxer briefs, jogged over with an expression of being flattered.

Gao Li closed the group chat, looked up, and glanced past the remaining people, including the three teachers.

"Wang Tie, Li Xue, and Zhao Lei, the three of you come with me. The rest of you, good luck."

The moment she finished speaking, it was as if the air had been sucked out.

The expressions on the faces of those who weren't called changed from anticipation to terror, and then from terror to an almost instinctive anger.

"Goryeo, you can't do this! You said those who stayed would listen to you, and we did. How can you abandon us?"

A girl screamed. Her talent was D-level [Scent Tracking], which allowed her to smell specific scents from several kilometers away. It sounded impressive, but it was useless in face-to-face combat.

"abandon?"

Goryeo sneered, his muscular arms crossed over his chest as he looked down at the girl: "When did I say I was going to take all of you with me? I only said I was in charge of this team, but I never said I was going to be your babysitter."

Her gaze shifted from the girl, swept over everyone present, and finally landed on Zhao Ruoxi.

"Teacher Zhao, didn't you say we should work together? Didn't you want to be the group leader? Now your chance has come, you can lead the rest of the group."

Zhao Ruoxi's face was as white as paper.

Her lips were trembling, but she gritted her teeth and didn't let the tears fall.

She knew Goryeo was humiliating her because she couldn't lead a group of people with only a D-level talent. How could she possibly lead a dozen people to survive for more than 24 hours in a monster-infested area?

"Goryeo, you..."

Lin Shuyao spoke, but Gao Li didn't give her a chance to finish.

"Teacher Lin, give it a rest. You and Teacher Fang, both C-level, can you even beat me alone?"

Goryeo's voice was as cold as ice.

Lin Shuyao fell silent.

Fang Yuan stood to the side, his eyes behind his glasses lowered, making it impossible to see his expression. His fingers were trembling slightly, whether from fear or anger, or both.

"So don't talk to me about professional ethics or unity. In this place, under these rules, survival is the only goal. I have no obligation to protect useless people, nor am I interested in playing the saint."

Goryeo's tone was almost cruelly blunt.

After she finished speaking, she turned to look at the three people she had chosen.

Wang Tie, Li Xue, and Zhao Lei stood in a row, each with a different expression on their face.

Wang Tie remained relatively calm.

Li Xue bit her lip, a hint of unease in her eyes, but mostly relief at being chosen.

Zhao Lei kept his head down, not daring to look into the eyes of those who had been abandoned.

"Let's go."

With a wave of his hand, Goryeo led the three people toward the platform exit.

After walking a few steps, she suddenly stopped, turned her head, and looked over the crowd, her gaze landing precisely on Zhang Xiaojie, who was standing in the far corner.

There was no sympathy in those eyes, only naked disgust.

"You bitch, it's all because of you that Zhao Hai left, the team broke up, and everyone who dies in carriage number three during the survival trial is thanks to you."

After saying this, she curled her lips into a malicious smile, then turned and strode into the gray fog.

The four figures quickly disappeared into the thick, gray-white fog. Their footsteps grew fainter and fainter until they vanished completely.

The station fell silent again.

That kind of quiet wasn't peaceful; it was deathly stillness, the despair of having nowhere to go after being abandoned.

Zhang Xiaojie stood there, half of her face swollen, the blood at the corner of her mouth dried, leaving a dark red mark.

Her eyes were as empty as two dry wells, her pupils unfocused, and it was impossible to tell where she was looking.

Her sister Zhang Xiaowei's body was still lying on the ground, the wound on her neck torn open by teeth was still bleeding, and the thick blood gave off a pungent smell.

Zhang Xiaojie stood there, motionless, like a sculpture forgotten in the ruins.

The silence lasted for about ten seconds.

Then, the first person moved.

"It's all your fault, you bitch!"

A girl's voice exploded from the crowd, sharp as glass scraping against metal.

At this moment, her expression had changed from fear to anger, an anger that came on fiercely, like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair.

"Goryeo is right, Zhao Hai wouldn't have left if you hadn't been so foolish! It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"

She rushed forward, grabbed Zhang Xiaojie's hair, and pulled hard.

Zhang Xiaojie's head was suddenly pulled to one side, and she staggered, but she did not resist or shout.

She merely tilted her head slightly, glanced at the girl with her empty eyes, and then lowered her head again.

The girl was enraged by her gaze.

"You dare glare at me?"

She raised her hand and slapped Zhang Xiaojie across the face.

The slap landed on Zhang Xiaojie's already swollen cheek, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, but she still didn't make a sound, nor did she raise her hand to block it.

"Hit her!"

Another voice joined in.

This time it was a boy, not very tall, but the expression on his face was so ferocious that he looked like a completely different person.

He rushed up and kicked Zhang Xiaojie in the back of the knee. Zhang Xiaojie lost her balance and fell to her knees with a thud.

"You wicked devil! Your sister's death wasn't enough, you had to kill us all too!"

The boy cursed and kicked, each kick landing with full force on Zhang Xiaojie's back, waist, and legs.

"Yes! Kill her! Kill this bitch!"

The third and fourth people rushed up.

Fists, slaps, and kicks rained down on Zhang Xiaojie.

She curled up on the ground, her hands covering her head, her body trembling violently with each blow, but she never uttered a sound.

Her mouth was open, but the sound seemed to be stuck in her throat, and she could only make some faint whimpers.

Zhao Ruoxi finally snapped out of her shock.

"Stop! Stop it, all of you!"

She rushed forward, trying to pull away the people who were beating Zhang Xiaojie.

But as soon as she reached out her hand, she was pushed away.

The person who pushed her was a girl, who wasn't very strong, but Zhao Ruoxi was too frail and staggered several steps, almost falling to the ground.

"Teacher Zhao, please mind your own business!"

The girl's voice was shrill and sharp, and her eyes held an almost insane obsession.

"That bitch is the one who caused us to be abandoned, she deserves to die!"

"Exactly! She deserves to die!"

"Kill her!"

The sounds grew more numerous and complex, like a tide surging in from all directions, completely drowning out Zhao Ruoxi's voice.

Lin Shuyao also rushed up.

She was a bit stronger than Zhao Ruoxi, and she grabbed the arm of a boy who was kicking Zhang Xiaojie and pulled him back forcefully.

"I told you to stop! Don't you understand human language?"

Lin Shuyao's voice boomed like a muffled thunderclap on the platform.