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

Chen Ye took out the pill and brought up the item attribute panel, where a pale blue light screen unfolded in front of him.

[The Rewind Pill resets all free attribute points upon consumption, allowing for reallocation.]

Qin Zhaoyang stared at the line of text, his mouth slightly agape, then he pulled his head back: "Brother Ye...didn't we get this pill before?"

"I told you, opening a box can ruin your life, but you wouldn't believe me."

Luo Zheng sat to the side with his legs crossed, looking like a seasoned veteran.

"It doesn't matter."

Chen Ye tossed the time-reversal pill into his storage space.

Although he said he didn't care, he was still heartbroken. Those were 15 energy potions, worth 9000 points, which was one-fifth of his fortune.

Most of the people in the venue have already left.

After confirming that no new traders were coming up, the host on the booth nodded slightly to the passengers below: "Since no one is coming up, today's trading session will now conclude. Thank you all for your participation."

The passengers below the stage gradually stood up and walked up the stairs toward the exit.

Chen Ye also stood up, followed by Zhao Hai, Wen Ning, Qin Zhaoyang, and Zhou Yating. Gu Qinghuan stepped out from the outside of the seating area to catch up.

As the six walked through the exit corridor, Luo Zheng quickly followed from behind.

Chen Ye turned to look at him: "By the way, I have a question for you. What level of trial is needed to obtain the key to the Golden Treasure Chest?"

Four stars.

This time, Luo Zheng answered readily and did not ask for the medicine again.

Chen Ye nodded slightly: "It's getting late, we should go back to the hotel to rest."

"I'm going back too. The exchange is open every day, so you can come back tomorrow to see if there's anything you need."

After Luo Zheng finished speaking, he left first.

Qin Zhaoyang watched Luo Zheng's departing figure and said, "When we first met this guy, we were only level three or four. Now, Brother Ye's level should be about the same as his. Maybe we'll run into each other again in the later trials."

"If the difference in levels isn't too great, we should have a chance to meet. Let's go back to the hotel."

After Chen Ye finished speaking, he walked towards the hotel. Although he had gained nothing today, Gu Qinghuan and Zhao Hai had both exchanged for weapons, so it was not a wasted trip.

For the next two days, Chen Ye would go to the stock exchange in the South District every day to keep watch.

He sat in the front row of the venue, his eyes fixed on the booth, watching one person after another go on and off the stage.

Equipment, items, and skill books passed before his eyes one by one, but he never found what he wanted.

There are no S-level defensive skills, and not even A-level defensive skills have ever appeared.

Qin Zhaoyang couldn't stand spending a day with him, so the next day he went to wander around the West City street vendor area, ostensibly to "find cheap goods for the team."

Zhao Hai, Wen Ning, and Zhou Yating rested in their respective hotels. Only Gu Qinghuan accompanied him every day, sitting quietly next to him without saying a word.

The three from Infinite City had a long free time that passed quickly, and soon it was time to set off again.

Just after eight o'clock that day, Chen Ye and his group arrived at the South Station of Infinite City.

The six people were either standing or squatting on the platform in front of carriage number one.

Other trains have already departed ahead of schedule, while others remain quietly parked on the tracks.

Qin Zhaoyang squatted on the edge of the platform, finished the last bite of his steamed bun, clapped his hands, and turned his head to look at the mostly empty platforms on both sides of the tracks: "Three days is still too short. It'll be gone in the blink of an eye. It's time to start working like crazy again."

Chen Ye leaned against the carriage wall, his hands in his pockets, and didn't reply.

His gaze swept across the entire station, where passengers were arriving in twos and threes.

A short while later, Yang Minghui, Jiang Ning, and Liang Jing also arrived at the station.

Upon seeing Chen Ye, Yang Minghui quickened his pace slightly and walked straight towards the platform in front of carriage number one.

Liang Jing followed behind him.

Jiang Ning walked to the platform in front of carriage number 2 and did not follow. He and Yang Minghui were only temporarily cooperating and did not join the team.

Yang Minghui stopped about two steps in front of Chen Ye, and pushed up his glasses: "The next trial is a four-star trial. There are not many people on our train right now, and not many of them are high-level. We still need to work together to overcome the difficulties."

Chen Ye straightened up from the carriage wall and looked at Yang Minghui: "Let's see what the rules are first, after all, this is our first time participating in the four-star trial."

Yang Minghui nodded: "Of course, but hopefully there won't be any disgusting rules. You're the highest level on our train right now, so whether we can safely pass the four-star trial depends on you."

Chen Ye's lips curved slightly, but the smile was not deep: "Don't flatter me."

Yang Minghui smiled and said, "Then we'll head over first. We'll discuss how to proceed in the next round once we know the rules."

Chen Ye nodded slightly.

Yang Minghui didn't say anything more, turned around and led Liang Jing toward the platform in front of carriage number six.

"Yang Minghui seems like a nice person."

Qin Zhaoyang watched the two figures walk away from the platform.

"He's very good at assessing situations. Now that the top two on the rankings are in our team, he naturally wants to maintain a good relationship with us."

Wen Ning's gaze followed Yang Minghui's direction.

"The train's combat capabilities are currently limited, so Yang Minghui still has value."

Gu Qinghuan withdrew her gaze from Yang Minghui's back, her voice remaining calm.

Chen Ye glanced at her sideways and said, "Indeed, Yang Minghui is a smart man."

More and more people are getting on the platform.

The doors hadn't opened yet, but the passengers were already standing in the open space in front of their respective carriages.

Some people leaned against the carriage wall with their eyes closed to rest, some squatted on the ground to organize the supplies in the storage space, and some chatted quietly in twos and threes.

A few minutes later, Lu Qingchuan's group entered the station. After exchanging a brief greeting with Chen Ye, he led his group to the platform in front of carriage number three.

Su Jin's team followed closely behind, their steps equally steady, but their brows and eyes held a subtle tension.

Su Jin paused slightly as she passed Chen Ye, turned her head and said, "Four-star trial, we don't know what the situation is yet."

Chen Ye replied, "We'll talk about it when we get there."

Su Jin nodded and led the group to a location a little further away from carriage number one.

Wen Ning turned her gaze away from Su Jin's back: "Both she and Wang Ze have S-level talents, but their leveling up is a bit slow. If this continues, they will be eliminated sooner or later."

Chen Ye did not answer, his gaze still sweeping in the direction of the platform.

As time went on, more and more people gathered on the platform. Most of the surviving passengers had arrived, and everyone stood quietly in their places, waiting for the moment the train doors would open.

Li Jiahao also entered the station at 8:20.

At this moment, the doors of all eight carriages slid open simultaneously, and the metal doors retracted to both sides, making a crisp "click" sound.

All passengers entered their respective carriages.

Nine o'clock sharp.

The train doors closed on time.

After a dull mechanical noise, a heavy screech of friction came from the wheels against the rails, the vehicle jolted slightly, and then began to slowly accelerate.

The platform outside the window began to move backward. The gray stone bricks, the white markings on the edge of the platform, and the outlines of the trains on both sides of the tracks all slowly receded before being swallowed up by the sudden surge of grayish-white mist.

The G4939 death train, carrying about fifty surviving passengers, is heading towards an unknown next trial.