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

Six o'clock in the afternoon.

The sky began to darken.

When Chen Ye woke up in bed, the room was already mostly dark.

He stretched, and his joints made a series of subtle cracking sounds.

At that moment, the door was pushed open.

Qin Zhaoyang walked in with his head down, and Zhao Hai followed behind him, his expression unchanged.

"What happened?"

Chen Ye asked.

Qin Zhaoyang plopped down in a chair and let out a long sigh: "Brother Ye, I've talked myself hoarse all day, and my throat is practically burning, but nobody's buying that Rank B skill book."

Zhao Hai sat down on the edge of the bed, crossing his arms over his chest: "There are quite a few people who come to see it, but as soon as they hear that the potion costs 5000 points, they basically shake their heads and leave. In their opinion, it's better to save up the points and exchange them for an S-level skill selection chest."

Chen Ye leaned against the windowsill, his hands in his pockets: "Then let's lower the price tomorrow, 4000 points, 3000 points is also fine, as long as it sells."

Qin Zhaoyang looked up: "3000 points... isn't that too cheap? I spent 2000 points on a potion for my C-level skill."

Chen Ye looked at him and said calmly, "Then what do you suggest? It's worthless if it's just sitting there. 3000 points can at least be exchanged for 60 energy potions. The next survival trial is three stars, and potions are life."

Qin Zhaoyang opened his mouth, but ultimately did not argue further.

"Okay, I'll go again tomorrow. 3000 it is, as long as I can sell it." He leaned back in his chair and added, "I don't believe that I can sell more than thirty pieces of junk weapons, but I can't keep this skill book stuck with me."

"Then you'll have to work even harder tomorrow."

Zhao Hai said something.

Just as Qin Zhaoyang was about to reply, there was a knock on the door.

Chen Ye walked over and opened the door, where Wen Ning and Zhou Yating were standing.

Wen Ning was carrying a small paper bag.

She walked into the room and put the small paper bag on the bedside table: "I brought you some food."

Qin Zhaoyang leaned over and peeked into the paper bag, his eyes immediately lighting up: "Sister Wen Ning, you're so reliable! I was just about to get hungry!"

He grabbed a steamed bun and took a big bite.

Wen Ning and Zhou Yating sat down on the sofa in the room.

Chen Ye casually picked up a steamed bun and took a bite. The dough was soft and fluffy, and the filling was fresh and fragrant. It was indeed many times better than the compressed biscuits he had eaten before.

"How was your shopping experience?"

He asked casually.

"It's alright. There's a pretty big park in the east of the city with a nice environment. There's nothing particularly special about Infinite City."

Zhou Yating continued, "By the way, we also saw that young man from Lu Qingchuan's team. They should also be staying at our hotel."

Qin Zhaoyang looked up from the middle of the steamed bun, swallowed the food in his mouth with a gulp, and then said, "Lu Qingchuan and the others live here too? That's quite a coincidence."

Chen Ye nodded slightly, without saying anything more.

He took a bite of the steamed bun, chewed it, and his gaze fell on the darkening sky outside the window.

After a moment, he looked away and brought the topic back to business: "Tomorrow, Zhaoyang and Hai will continue to the trading market, while the rest of us will rest at the hotel and get plenty of rest. We have to go back to the train early the day after tomorrow. Nobody knows what we'll be facing in the three-star survival trial."

The five chatted for a while longer before going their separate ways.

……

The next day.

Qin Zhaoyang and Zhao Hai returned to the hotel from the trading market at noon.

Qin Zhaoyang pushed open the door and entered the room with an irrepressible smile on his face. He took out a transparent storage bag from his storage space, which was filled with red and blue potions.

He tossed the storage bag onto the bed: "Brother Ye! It sold! A potion worth 3,500 points!"

Chen Ye was leaning against the headboard looking at the system panel when he heard this. He turned his head, his gaze falling on the bag of potions, and the corner of his mouth curved up slightly: "Not bad."

He then sent a message to Wen Ning, asking her and Zhou Yating to come to his room.

A moment later, Wen Ning led Zhou Yating through the door.

The five of them gathered again in Chen Ye's room. Dozens of potions were piled on the bed, including red strength potions, blue energy potions, and a few yellow recovery potions.

Chen Ye divided the medicines on the bed into several portions and then distributed them to everyone present.

Zhao Hai, Wen Ning, Qin Zhaoyang, and Zhou Yating each received their share of the medicine and stored it in their storage space.

After putting away the potion, Zhao Hai looked up and said, "Just to be on the safe side, should I use my points to exchange for some more potions? Just in case."

Chen Ye waved his hand: "No need, these potions are enough to support one survival trial. You should save your points to exchange for an S-level skill selection chest."

Zhao Hai looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded, no longer insisting.

Wen Ning put the potion away, looked up at Chen Ye, then at Zhao Hai, and said, "It seems that Tu Honglie is planning to attack us at the train station during the next trial."

Chen Ye smiled slightly, not caring at all: "If he wants to die, then he can't blame me. Tu Honglie is nothing to fear. On the contrary, we don't know what the next three-star difficulty survival trial will be like. We can only take it one step at a time. Everyone should go back and rest and get some rest."

Zhao Hai stood up and walked towards the door.

Wen Ning and Zhou Yating also got up and followed him.

The door closed gently behind the three of them, making a soft click.

The room fell silent.

Chen Ye turned around and his gaze fell on Qin Zhaoyang.

Qin Zhaoyang was leaning against the headboard, one hand behind his head and the other swiping the system panel, looking no different from usual.

Chen Ye walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed: "Zhaoyang, have you experienced any unusual symptoms these past few days? Did you really not feel anything after taking that seed?"

Qin Zhaoyang looked up at him, thought for a moment, and said, "Nothing's wrong. You're eating well and feeling great. Why are you suddenly asking about this?"

Chen Ye looked at him and said, "It's nothing, I was just asking. After all, it was something given by a tree bark and a human face, not a product of the system. I always felt that it wasn't that simple."

Qin Zhaoyang grinned: "Don't worry, Brother Ye. If the Tree Bark Man wanted to harm me, he would have done it long ago. Several days have passed."

Chen Ye's gaze lingered on his face for two seconds before he finally nodded: "Tell me immediately if you notice anything wrong with your body."

"Uh-huh."

Qin Zhaoyang responded and continued looking at his system panel.

Chen Ye stood up and went back to his bed, lying down with his hands behind his head, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, his mind replaying the same thing over and over again.

The tree-bark-faced creature's final words, "We'll meet again," and the seed Qin Zhaoyang ate.

He had a vague feeling that what the tree bark man left them was far more than just a skill book and a treasure chest key.

But he couldn't think of an answer right now.

Samsung's survival trial is just around the corner, and the unknown passengers on those trains with earlier numbers pose a more pressing problem than the hidden dangers of that seed.

Chen Ye took a deep breath, suppressed these thoughts, turned over, and closed his eyes.

The breathing sounds in the room gradually became steady and long.