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

Six o'clock in the morning.

The sky was bright.

The gray-white sky turned from dark gray to bright white, and even light spread across the entire mirror city. The buildings covered with mirrored materials regained their clear outlines in the morning light.

The system panels of everyone in the square popped up simultaneously, and blue light screens rose and fell, reflecting faces that were either tired, relieved, or numb in the morning light.

Chen Ye glanced down at his control panel.

[This trial has ended!]

Name: Chen Ye

Survival Rating: Level A

[Kill Points: 3640]

Survival Points: 300

The Death Train will depart in 2 hours. Please return to the train in time to claim your reward!

Countdown: 1:59:59

He turned off the control panel, stood up from the ground, stretched his stiff knees, and then turned to look at Zhao Hai, who was still squatting on the ground: "Brother Hai, let's go, the trial is over."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Hai stood up. His movements were slower than usual. His gaze lingered on the corpses of Wang Shuo and Li Zheng for a moment before shifting away without looking back.

In front of the tent next to them, Wen Ning, Qin Zhaoyang, and Zhou Yating also got up one after another.

Everyone moved quietly, and no one spoke.

They dismantled the tent and stored it in the storage space.

The two corpses lying side by side in the square still lay quietly on the mirrored paving stones.

The bloody hole in Wang Shuo's chest, pierced by sharp claws, had stopped bleeding, and the dark red blood had dried into a dark brown stain on the mirrored floor tiles.

The wound on Li Zheng's neck had also scabbed over, the skin and flesh were turned inside out, revealing the dark red muscle tissue underneath.

Qin Zhaoyang took one last look, then turned around and followed the group.

Chen Ye and his group walked away from the square.

Other teams also left one after another.

The enormous mirror still stands in the center of the square, its surface now a deathly dark expanse, devoid of any light.

The Mirror Master's eight-meter-tall, silver-white body still lay in the center of the square, his six arms stretched out at unnatural angles on both sides of his body, and the luster of his six weapons had completely dimmed, like six pieces of scrap iron.

No one looked back at it anymore.

……

One hour later.

One group after another entered the station.

As Chen Ye led his team into the station, he paused slightly.

Dozens of headless corpses lay scattered haphazardly inside the station.

They were wearing clothes of different colors, including windbreakers, hoodies, and jackets. Some of them were holding weapons, but their heads were gone, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

These were passengers who failed to obtain the survival mark and were eliminated by the rules with a headshot the moment the trial ended.

Qin Zhaoyang's gaze swept over the corpses, his Adam's apple bobbing: "This two-star trial is truly cruel...so many people have died."

Wen Ning's gaze swept over the corpses, her expression much calmer than Qin Zhaoyang's: "This time the result is not bad, at least a hundred people survived. If Chen Ye hadn't suggested gathering in the square after obtaining the marks, it would have been a dead end once all one hundred marks appeared, and no one would have survived."

She was telling the truth.

Once all one hundred marks have appeared, the Mirror Master will reveal himself. If those who have obtained the marks are still scattered throughout Mirror City, they will be defeated one by one by the Mirror Master.

The Mirror Master grows stronger with each mark it absorbs. Once it has absorbed enough marks, even Chen Ye will be unable to break through the Mirror Master's defense, let alone kill it.

That's the real dead end.

Chen Ye withdrew his gaze without replying. He looked around, his eyes sweeping over the corpses on the platform and over the heads of the passengers standing in front of the different carriages.

Those who had survived all returned to the station.

No more, no less, exactly one hundred people.

There were 250 or 260 people when we entered Mirror City three days ago, but now there are only 100 left.

Most people are doomed to die the moment they step into the Mirror City.

Those who failed to obtain the survival mark remained forever in that mirror-covered city, either dying under the claws of monsters or being ruthlessly erased by the rules.

Chen Ye led his team to the open space in front of carriage number three, stopped, turned around, and looked toward carriage number one.

Su Jin was leaning against the carriage wall, her short, chin-length hair swaying slightly in the morning breeze.

Her four teammates stood beside her.

Chen Ye withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Wen Ning beside him: "What exactly is your talent?"

Wen Ning glanced at him sideways: "The S-level mental talent [Light and Dark Affinity] allows me to perceive and guide both light and dark elements. Both light and dark elemental skills can deal damage equal to three times the base mental power. I have only learned one C-level dark skill so far."

Chen Ye nodded slightly.

Wen Ning's talent is very similar to Zhou Yating's elemental affinity, except that Wen Ning's light and dark elements deal three times the damage of mental energy, while Zhou Yating's four elements only deal twice the damage.

"Brother Ye, what's your talent rating?"

Unable to contain his curiosity, Qin Zhaoyang asked.

Chen Ye said calmly, "Passive talents in strength and physique, SSS level."

Qin Zhaoyang's mouth formed an "O" shape: "SSS level... isn't that the highest level of talent?! S-level talent is already one in a hundred, SSS-level talent must be one in ten thousand people!"

The others in the group also looked at Chen Ye.

Wen Ning's gaze lingered on Chen Ye's face for a moment, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly. Chen Ye was indeed a real powerhouse.

Qin Zhaoyang was still counting on his fingers: "How many times the base strength must it be for an SSS-level? No wonder your strength is so much higher than Jiang Ning's."

Chen Ye smiled and didn't continue the topic of talent. He turned his gaze back to the direction of carriage number one: "Let's go see if Su Jin's team has gotten any skill books."

He strode toward carriage number one.

Qin Zhaoyang and Wen Ning exchanged a glance and quickly followed.

Zhao Hai and Zhou Yating walked behind.

Platform in front of carriage number one

Su Jin was still leaning against the wall of the carriage. Some of her four team members were drinking water, some were organizing their weapons, and some were talking in hushed tones.

When Su Jin saw Chen Ye leading his team over, she straightened up from the side of the carriage and took two steps to greet him.

The two groups gathered in the open space in front of carriage number one.

Chen Ye skipped the pleasantries and got straight to the point: "Did any of you get any skill books during this trial? I have a B-grade sword skill book that I'd like to exchange for a similar-grade spirit-based elemental skill or an archery skill."

"A Rank B sword skill?"

Su Jin's eyes lit up slightly.

Chen Ye flipped his hand, and the dark blue skill book appeared in his hand. The pattern of crossed swords on the cover shimmered in the morning light.

Su Jin's gaze lingered on the skill book for a moment, then she shook her head slightly: "We didn't get any skill books this trial. I can exchange them for potions. Just name your price; I'll give you as many points as you need."

She uses a knife and currently only has a C-level skill. This B-level sword skill book would undoubtedly be a huge boost for her.

Chen Ye shook his head: "We don't need the potion. If your team acquires the skills we need during the upcoming trials, then you can exchange it. After all, we don't know when we'll enter the Infinite City again."

Su Jin glanced at him, then nodded: "Okay."

She didn't say anything more. Chen Ye's meaning was clear: skill books were only for exchange, not for sale. She didn't have what Chen Ye wanted, so saying anything more would be useless.

Just then, Lei Xing and Li Tianran walked over from the direction of carriage number eight.

Lei Xing took long strides and walked ahead, with Li Tianran walking to his right.

Lei Xing walked closer, his gaze sweeping between Chen Ye and Su Jin, a grin spreading across his face: "What good stuff are you exchanging?"