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

The four of them sat there from morning until afternoon.

Wu Hao's A-grade skill book remained unsold, and no one offered a ranged skill of the same grade in exchange.

Many people came to watch, but upon hearing the price of the 25,000-point potion, most shook their heads and turned away.

The S-level skill selection chest in the system shop only costs 10,000 points. Spending more than twice the price to buy an A-level skill book is indeed not worthwhile for most people.

Chen Ye's B-level skill book was also ignored. High-level passengers didn't want it, and low-level passengers couldn't afford it. It was stuck in the middle, in an awkward position, and it was not as easy to sell as a C-level skill book.

Just as Chen Ye was pondering whether to try a location with higher foot traffic, Wen Ning led Qin Zhaoyang and Zhou Yating quickly towards them from the direction of the market.

Qin Zhaoyang walked at the front, holding a transparent storage bag in his hand, which was densely packed with red energy potions.

He walked up to Chen Ye, squatted down, put the storage bag on the ground, and said with a hint of smug satisfaction, "Brother Ye, I didn't fail you! All that junk was sold out, not a single piece left!"

Chen Ye's gaze swept over the storage bag: "How many did you sell?"

"A potion worth 5,000 points! The average price is 250." Qin Zhaoyang held up five fingers, his smile widening. "I told them this was the last batch, and once it was gone, it was gone forever. A few who were still hesitating immediately pulled out the potion after hearing that."

Wen Ning stood behind Qin Zhaoyang, glanced at him sideways, and smiled slightly. Qin Zhaoyang's mouth was indeed good material for doing business.

Chen Ye nodded slightly. Instead of putting the potion into his storage space, he took out another potion worth 20000 points and turned to look at Wu Hao: "The potion is here. Let's make the deal."

Without hesitation, Wu Hao reached out and picked up the A-level light-type skill book in front of him, handing it to Chen Ye across the stall.

As Chen Ye took the potion, he pushed the 25,000-point potion on the ground toward Wu Hao.

The potion and the skill book were exchanged between the two.

After receiving the skill book, Chen Ye didn't look at it much and immediately turned around and handed it to Wen Ning: "It's yours."

Wen Ning took the skill book without saying anything more. She simply opened the cover, clicked to learn, and the skill book turned into countless tiny specks of light and disappeared.

"Let's go eat."

Chen Ye stood up from the ground, dusted off his hands, and strode towards the exit of the trading market. His steps were much lighter than when he came, indicating that he had achieved his goal in coming to Infinite City.

Zhao Hai, Wen Ning, Qin Zhaoyang, and Zhou Yating quickly followed.

The five figures quickly merged into the dense crowd in the trading market, gradually disappearing towards the exit.

Wu Hao withdrew his gaze and bent down to put the potions from the pile on the ground into his storage space one by one.

Lu Yang kept watching the direction Chen Ye and his group of five had left in until their figures completely disappeared into the crowd before he spoke: "This Chen Ye is no ordinary person."

Wu Hao paused, turning his head to glance at Lü Yang: "What do you mean?"

Lu Yang withdrew his gaze: "I just checked the level rankings. Chen Ye is level 16, and Zhao Hai is level 15."

"The level isn't high."

Wu Hao was puzzled; he didn't know what Lü Yang meant.

Lu Yang smiled: "That's the problem. A level 16 dares to challenge a level 19? Isn't that enough to explain things? Does he look scared? Also, the fact that he can pull out a potion worth 25000 points in one go is already extraordinary. And he bought your skill book for the female member of his team to learn. What does that say?"

Wu Hao pondered, "This means he possesses a skill of a higher rank than A-level... the S-level skill selection chest in the points shop!"

Lu Yang nodded: "That's his confidence. It's not easy to accumulate 10,000 points at level 16. Neither of us has accumulated 10,000 points. This is going to be interesting. We'll probably see a good show at the train station in the next survival trial."

……

The next morning.

The pale gray sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of the hotel's floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft glow throughout the room.

Chen Ye sat up in bed and glanced at the bed next to him. Qin Zhaoyang was still asleep, lying on the bed like a turtle that had been flipped over, with the blanket hanging halfway off the edge of the bed, revealing half of his body in his pajamas.

He didn't wake Qin Zhaoyang, but stood up and went into the bathroom to wash up.

I turned on the tap and splashed water on my face.

He looked up at his face in the mirror; the trials of survival these past few days had left their mark on him.

His expression held a more composed sharpness than that of the freshman computer science student from Yuncheng University who had just boarded the train.

When he dried his face and walked out of the bathroom, Qin Zhaoyang was already awake.

"Good morning, Ye-ge."

Qin Zhaoyang rubbed his eyes and sat up, his hair sticking up in a mess, looking dazed and sleepy.

"Wake up and wash up. Your task today is still to set up your street stall."

Chen Ye took out the dark blue-covered B-grade sword skill book from his storage space and placed it on the bedside table.

Qin Zhaoyang's gaze fell on the book, and he became more alert: "Are we still going to sell this skill book today?"

"Yes, we should act quickly while we still have two days left. After buying the skill book for Wen Ning, our potion reserves will be low. If we keep this skill book stuck with it, our team's potion consumption will be a problem in the next trial."

Chen Ye's tone wasn't harsh, but Qin Zhaoyang sensed the weight in it.

Now, everyone in the team except him has learned A-level skills, and Chen Ye even has an S-level skill, so the consumption of potions will only increase.

He nodded heavily: "Okay, I'll try my best today and see if I can trick a sucker into buying it."

After breakfast, the five of them split up in the hotel lobby.

Qin Zhaoyang tucked the skill book into his pocket and walked with Zhao Hai toward the trading market.

Wen Ning and Zhou Yating walked side by side in another direction, deciding to explore Infinite City.

Although they didn't have enough points to exchange for even a single potion, their girlish love of shopping remained.

Chen Ye returned to his room alone.

He closed the door, walked to the French windows and stood there. Pedestrians came and went on the street; some were walking, some were talking, and some were leaning against lampposts smoking.

Three-day safe zone.

Today is only the second day.

He turned around, walked back to the bedside, sat down, took off his shoes, and lay down on his back with his arm as a pillow. It was a rare moment of absolute safety for him to rest properly.

The mattress beneath me was soft and springy, and the room temperature was just right.

Chen Ye closed his eyes, letting go of the fatigue that had accumulated over the past ten days, and soon fell asleep.