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

Zhao Hai placed Wang Shuo and Li Zheng's bodies together.

He squatted beside the corpse, the metallic sheen on his fists still lingering, his shoulders trembling slightly, his lips pressed into a thin line, and the veins on his forehead throbbing.

He punched the mirrored floor tiles.

"Bang--!"

The floor tiles shattered, and cracks spread outwards. His fist was covered with gravel powder and a silvery-white liquid, the blood of the Mirror Demon, which hadn't dried yet.

"Bang--!"

Another punch, and the crack deepened, with fragments bursting out and splashing onto his trouser leg.

"Bang—bang—bang!"

He pounded the ground with his fists, like a wild beast trapped in a cage.

The mirrored floor tiles shattered inch by inch under his iron fist, and rubble and dust piled up around his knees, forming a small crater.

Wen Ning stood about five meters behind him, her hands hanging at her sides, her lips slightly parted and then closed, but in the end she said nothing.

Qin Zhaoyang stood next to Wen Ning, his eyes red-rimmed and his lips trembling slightly.

His gaze fell on the corpses of Wang Shuo and Li Zheng, then quickly looked away, only to look back again after several attempts, before finally settling on the two bodies lying side by side.

Zhou Yating stood a little further away, her hands hanging at her sides. She looked at Zhao Hai's back, then at the two corpses.

Su Jin's team stood twenty meters away, while Lei Xing's team stood on the other side.

No one speaks.

The square was so quiet that only the sound of Zhao Hai's fists pounding the ground could be heard, one after another, dull and oppressive.

"I said I would protect them."

Zhao Hai's voice was squeezed out from his throat, hoarse and low.

He didn't look up; his fist was still on the ground.

"I said I would take them home."

His shoulders were trembling violently, and his voice began to change tone, as if something was stuck in his throat.

"I said..."

He didn't finish speaking.

A hand was placed on his shoulder.

That hand wasn't heavy, but it was very steady.

Zhao Hai's fist stopped. He remained in that position, his fist braced against the broken floor tiles, his shoulders rising and falling slightly, his breathing heavy yet restrained.

He raised his head.

Chen Ye was already standing beside him, his right hand on his shoulder, his gaze fixed on the two corpses lying side by side.

Chen Ye didn't say anything, he just patted Zhao Hai's shoulder lightly and then withdrew his hand.

Zhao Hai looked at Chen Ye, something welling up in his eyes.

His lips trembled violently twice, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as if he were desperately trying to swallow something.

Then, tears welled up in his eyes, his shoulders trembled violently, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, but he made no sound.

He swallowed all the sounds, choked back all the words he could say.

He just squatted there, his shoulders shaking, tears streaming down his face, dripping onto the mirrored floor tiles, mingling with the dark red bloodstains.

Looking at Zhao Hai's tear-streaked face, Qin Zhaoyang's eyes also reddened. Wang Shuo had been arguing with him almost every day along the way, but now he was just a cold corpse.

He walked to Chen Ye's side, his footsteps so light they were almost inaudible.

"Brother Ye..."

He called out softly.

Chen Ye turned his head and glanced at him.

Qin Zhaoyang did not continue speaking.

He stood beside Chen Ye, looking at the two corpses lying side by side on the ground, at the deep, bone-revealing wound on Li Zheng's neck, and at the bloody hole in Wang Shuo's chest pierced by sharp claws.

Since participating in the death game, many people have died, but this time it was his two teammates who died. Even he, who is usually oblivious, felt how close death was to him at this moment.

If the mirror demon that transformed into Hu Jie was targeting him, then he would be the one lying on the ground now.

He stood there for a few seconds, then walked to Zhao Hai's side, squatted down next to Wang Shuo's body, and gently closed Wang Shuo's still-open eyes.

The skin was still warm the moment my fingers touched Wang Shuo's eyelids.

Qin Zhaoyang's fingers trembled slightly, but he did not pull them back. He closed Wang Shuo's eyes, and then closed Li Zheng's still open eyes.

After doing all this, he stood up and retreated to Chen Ye's side.

Chen Ye turned his gaze away from the corpse and towards the body of the person in the mirror in the center of the square.

A figure was slowly walking towards the scattered traces of survival on the ground.

It's Li Jiahao.

He walked from the low wall in the northwest corner of the square to those marks of survival and stopped.

The nearest survival mark hovered about twenty centimeters above the ground, its silver-white six-pointed star cursor slowly rotating.

Li Jiahao stood there, staring at the spinning six-pointed star, and remained silent for two seconds.

Then he reached out his hand.

The moment his finger touched the six-pointed star, the cursor seemed to be pulled by some force, rising from its suspended state and slowly ascending to a position about twenty centimeters above his head, where it stopped.

The cursor's rotation speed changed from slow to steady, and a silvery-white light poured down from above his head, illuminating his shoulders and profile.

Li Jiahao brought up the system panel.

A blue light curtain unfolded before his eyes, reflecting on his calm face.

He glanced at it, then closed the panel and walked towards Jiang Ning.

"Has he...completed the trial mission?"

Qin Zhaoyang stared blankly at the scene, his gaze following Li Jiahao's back as he watched the silver six-pointed star slowly rotate above Li Jiahao's head.

If they had known this would happen, Wang Shuo, Li Zheng, Zhou Yating, and he himself would not have needed to obtain the survival mark in advance.

If Chen Ye finally defeats the BOSS, they will obtain the survival mark, which will ensure that Wang Shuo and Li Zheng do not die.

Chen Ye turned his gaze away from Li Jiahao.

Su Jin led his team over.

Lei Xing also walked over from the other side.

The two teams stood in front of Chen Ye.

Lei Xing glanced at Zhao Hai, who was squatting on the ground, sighed softly, then looked away at Chen Ye: "The BOSS is dead. What do you plan to do with those survival marks?"

Chen Ye tilted his head and glanced at the scattered signs of survival next to the main body of the deceased.

Aside from one that Li Jiahao picked up, there were 34 left.

Chen Ye withdrew his gaze and looked at Su Jin: "Let those without a survival mark come to the square to get one."

Su Jin nodded.

She brought up the system chat channel, and a blue screen unfolded before her eyes. Her fingers swiped quickly across the screen, composing a message and sending it.

[Carriage 1 (Su Jin): Mirror City Central Square. The BOSS has been defeated. Remaining Survival Marks can be obtained directly, but quantities are limited, first come, first served.]

After sending the message, she closed the panel.

Chen Ye looked at the huge mirror. The row of silver-white numbers above the mirror had disappeared, and the mirror had changed from a chaotic gray to a deathly dark and still one, just like an ordinary mirror.

Others in the square also opened the system chat. The members of their teams who had not obtained the mark did not gather in the square. Now they just needed to come and pick up the survival mark.