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

Chen Ye quickly said, "Brother Hai, go back to your seat."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Hai quickly returned to his seat.

Wen Ning and Zhou Yating, who were in the front row, also turned around and sat down.

Chen Ye's gaze remained fixed on the system chat group, where no new members had joined yet, which seemed somewhat different from the last train merger.

Before he could think it through, the grayish-white mist had already obscured his vision.

The grayish-white mist came and went quickly, thinning and dissipating in just a minute or two.

The outlines inside the carriage gradually became clearer, and the figures that had been temporarily obscured by the fog reappeared in sight.

After the fog dissipated, Chen Ye immediately looked around and saw that the carriage was already full of people.

Unlike the lively atmosphere of the last train merger, the rear carriages of this merged train were very quiet. Passengers were looking around, clearly not experiencing a train merger for the first time.

Qin Zhaoyang was still sitting next to Chen Ye, and Wen Ning and Zhou Yating were still in the front row.

Zhao Hai was still sitting in the seat across the aisle.

But there are still changes.

Next to Zhao Hai, there was another person; Li Jiahao was sitting to Zhao Hai's right.

Although Li Jiahao was also in carriage number three, his seat was not next to Zhao Hai's; they were at least several rows apart.

Behind Zhao Hai were Yang Qing from Su Jin's team and another surviving male teammate. Neither of them looked relaxed, but they weren't panicked either.

Chen Ye tilted his head back and saw the seat behind him.

Su Jin sat there, and Gu Qinghuan sat next to her by the window. Their seats were in the last row of the carriage.

Su Jin noticed Chen Ye's gaze and nodded slightly.

Gu Qinghuan looked down at the system screen in front of her.

Chen Ye withdrew his gaze, turned around and looked at the front, then noticed that the position of the carriage number plate had changed.

Previously, their carriage number was 3, with a large "3" written on the sign. Now, the gray-white metal plate on the wall of the front carriage clearly displays the number "1".

"Brother Ye, what's going on?" Qin Zhaoyang lowered his voice and leaned closer, his head almost touching Chen Ye's shoulder. "How come Su Jin and the others are in the same carriage as us? And our seats have changed too. Weren't we supposed to be in the middle section?"

Chen Ye did not answer immediately.

He opened the system chat interface. The group was quiet, with no messages in the main group, but the number of group members had returned to 320.

He switched to the small group that Su Jin had created earlier and quickly sent a message.

[Chen Ye: Lei Xing, which carriage are you in now?]

A few seconds after the message was sent, a reply popped up.

[Lei Xing: Li Tianran and I are in the front row of carriage number 2. My two teammates are there too. Jiang Ning and Jian Lan are sitting across the aisle, and Wang Ze and Xia Yan are behind them.]

Su Jin then replied as well.

[Su Jin: How did we end up in the same carriage? And we're even sitting together.]

Chen Ye's gaze lingered on the screen for two seconds before he typed a reply.

[Chen Ye: This train should no longer be train G5002. Last time the trains were merged, G5002 was the main train. This time, we are obviously not the main train, which is why we were arranged together.]

[Lei Xing: It's not so bad this way, at least we're all together now.]

Chen Ye did not reply. He closed the chat panel, then looked up at the number plate at the front of the carriage, and glanced at the familiar gray-white mist outside the window, confirming his judgment.

This is no longer the G5002 death train.

The survivors of G5002 were like a packaged parcel, transferred as a whole to another train.

Because each carriage only has 40 seats, and their seats were already at the very back of carriage number one, Lei Xing, Jiang Ning, Wang Ze, and the others were assigned to the front row of carriage number two, which was just enough to catch up.

The majority of passengers on this train were clearly not these people.

"There are already passengers in Class 20 on this train, and there's more than one."

Gu Qinghuan's voice came from the back row.

Chen Ye's finger was already swiping rapidly across the system screen, switching to the level leaderboard interface.

[No.1: Lu Qingchuan (Level 20)]

[No. 2: Shen Nanxing (Level 20)]

【No.3: Wang Zekai (Level 20)】

[No. 4: Tu Honglie (Level 19)]

【No. 5: Gulina (Level 19)】

……

……

His fingers didn't stop; they continued sliding down.

The further down you go, the more the rank numbers following those names tend to settle into a stable range.

From 10th to 20th place, all the students were from level 18 or 17.

Names from level 16 only start appearing from the 20th position onwards.

He and Gu Qinghuan ranked 23rd and 24th respectively.

Zhao Hai ranked outside the top 30.

Wen Ning will go a little further.

The overall strength of this train is far superior to that of the G5002 train they were on before.

There were three passengers in Class 20, and a total of seventeen passengers in Classes 17 to 19.

The fact that these passengers have survived to this day and maintained this level suggests that their talent ratings are definitely not low, and their skills and equipment must also be well-matched.

"There are three level 20 passengers alone, so many high-level passengers." Qin Zhaoyang's voice paused, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down before he squeezed out the rest of the sentence: "This train is terrifying, it's like we've accidentally wandered into the Heavenly Palace."

Chen Ye continued scrolling down, browsing through the entire leaderboard, then closed the system panel, and the blue light screen shrank and disappeared in front of him.

Qin Zhaoyang was still staring at the screen in front of him, muttering to himself, "Ye Ge and Gu Tongxue used to be first and second on our train, but now they've dropped to over twentieth place..."

"The next survival trial will definitely be a three-star difficulty. This is just for our train. If other trains participate in the three-star trial, there will definitely be more than three level 20 passengers."

Chen Ye's gaze swept over the unfamiliar passengers in front of him. Some were leaning back in their seats with their eyes closed, some were looking down at their system panels, and some were talking in hushed tones.

These people were dressed in various clothes, ranging in age from their early twenties to their forties, and their faces all carried a calm and vigilance that had settled after experiencing many trials.

No one made a sound in the carriage; the forty people simply sat quietly in their seats, doing their own things, as if they had become accustomed to this rhythm.

Chen Ye withdrew his gaze and leaned back in his seat. He was four levels below the top three on the ranking list.

Fortunately, he is now level 16 and has acquired an S-level skill. The higher his talent level, the greater his advantage. As long as he doesn't encounter passengers with similarly high base growth, he is not afraid of level 20 passengers.

However, he still faces considerable pressure; he is not alone, but part of a team.

Among all the passengers on train G5002, he and Gu Qinghuan were probably the only ones qualified to meet with the high-class passengers on the trains with earlier numbers.