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

"Now is not the time to fight over who should be the leader. Teacher Zhao is right. What we need to do first is to collect information and understand everyone's abilities."

"As for how to proceed once we arrive in the City of Corpses, whether to act collectively or in small groups, we can decide that once we get there."

Zhou Yating glanced at Zhao Hai, then at Li Jiahao.

"You two are both capable and have your own strengths. Zhao Hai is the core fighting force, and Li Jiahao is quick-witted and has strong talent."

"You two can complement each other perfectly. When we arrive at the station, the students and teachers in the other carriages should all get off. Then, find Teacher Zhao first."

Zhou Yating's words were well said; she neither offended Zhao Hai nor Li Jiahao, and she also found suitable positions for the two of them.

Zhao Hai's facial muscles twitched twice, but he ultimately did not react, and the metallic luster on his hands gradually faded.

He snorted heavily and sat back down in his seat.

Li Jiahao's smile deepened, his beautiful eyes narrowing slightly.

"The class monitor is right, I acted impulsively." He straightened the collar of his pajamas. "Then let's listen to the class monitor and gather information first. As for what happens after we get to the Corpse Capital... we'll talk about that when we get there."

Zhou Yating nodded and began compiling the information.

When she walked over to Chen Ye, Qin Zhaoyang was the first to jump up.

"Me! Me! Me! Qin Zhaoyang, B-rank talent [100% Accuracy], 100% hit rate with ranged weapons or projectiles! Base attributes: Strength 3, Agility 5, Constitution 3, Spirit 3!"

Zhou Yating was slightly taken aback: "100% accuracy? One hundred percent hit rate? Is that only B-level?"

Qin Zhaoyang scratched his head: "It's not that good. It just requires that there are no obstacles in the path of the shot within the firing range. It's more like a sharpshooter."

Zhou Yating nodded thoughtfully, memorized the information, and then looked at Chen Ye.

Chen Ye leaned back in his chair, his expression casual: "Chen Ye, C-level talent [Monstrous Strength], the talent ability is +2 to the base strength attribute. Base attributes are Strength 3, Agility 4, Constitution 5, Spirit 3. Including the talent bonus, my base strength is 5 points."

"This C-level talent is too weak. Compared to classmates with an initial strength of 5 points, Chen Ye is practically talentless."

"This is considered a C-level talent? I think it's not even as good as my D-level talent."

"Jiahao's talent is truly amazing!"

"Hai Ge's is really awesome, okay?"

Whispers began to break out again in the carriage.

Zhou Yating's gaze lingered on his face for a moment: "I've got it."

"Class monitor, what's your talent?"

Chen Ye asked a question.

"A-rank talent [Elemental Affinity], although it's A-rank, it doesn't have much combat power right now."

After Zhou Yating finished speaking, she continued walking.

Qin Zhaoyang leaned closer and lowered his voice: "Brother Ye, don't worry. When we get to the Corpse Capital, stick close to me. As long as I get a crossbow, my combat power is definitely no weaker than an A-level talent. Protecting you shouldn't be a problem. Let's survive the next 24 hours first."

"Then my life is in your hands."

Chen Ye was telling the truth; the first survival trial was quite a challenge for him.

He's at most an ordinary person with decent physical abilities, while the others have some extraordinary abilities to varying degrees.

Given the current situation, Qin Zhaoyang is the only person he can rely on in this carriage.

But as long as he survives the first trial, he will quickly widen the gap with others with the bonus of the SSS-level talent [Supernatural Strength]. At that time, no matter what methods you use, I will break through them with my own strength.

"Don't worry, with me here, you won't die."

Qin Zhaoyang said solemnly.

"Zhaoyang, do you usually read post-apocalyptic novels?"

"No, I prefer reading cultivation novels."

"In post-apocalyptic novels, sometimes people are more terrifying than monsters. Remember, don't believe what others say; only believe in yourself."

Qin Zhaoyang was taken aback: "Brother Ye... what do you mean?"

Chen Ye chuckled softly: "In the apocalypse, the depravity of humanity is a thousand times more terrifying than the claws of monsters. You haven't experienced a real test of life and death yet. Once we get to the Corpse Capital and a few people die, you'll see how much humanity these students have left."

"Besides, this isn't an ordinary apocalyptic game. Everyone involved in this game possesses extraordinary abilities. How do you know that our classmates won't turn into Homelanders once they have these powerful abilities?"

Qin Zhaoyang opened his mouth, wanting to say something in rebuttal, but swallowed the words back.

Because he saw a calm, almost cold, clarity in Chen Ye's eyes.

"Besides, the train rules only state that you can't kill other passengers on the train, but what about after you get off?"

Chen Ye did not continue speaking.

Qin Zhaoyang pondered for a long time before realizing that the law had ceased to exist from the moment they woke up.

Talent divides students into different levels, but it's not as obvious as it seems right now.

The noise inside the carriage continued.

Zhou Yating was still tallying the information one by one, her pink pajamas flitting through the crowd like a busy butterfly.

Chen Ye sat in his seat observing all of this, his fingers unconsciously tapping on his knees.

The diverse lives of the forty people in the carriage unfolded before his eyes, like a ukiyo-e painting before the end of the world.

As students began to change seats, several students with athletic talents naturally gathered around Zhao Hai.

Their eyes held a certainty that "following the strong is never wrong," and they would occasionally cast questioning glances at Zhao Hai.

There were also four or five people gathered around Li Jiahao's seat, and Li Jiahao's talent should not be underestimated.

Most importantly, Li Jiahao is smarter than Zhao Hai. In the apocalypse, a clear mind is equally important, while Zhao Hai is clearly the type of person who is easily impulsive.

There are also some people, or more accurately, most girls, whose focus seems to be completely off the power struggle.

Several girls in the back row huddled together, their eyes still red, clearly not yet recovered from the shock of being kidnapped and transported to another world.

One of the girls, wearing a white nightgown, was sobbing quietly. Her classmates were trying to comfort her, but her own hands were trembling.

"Don't cry, everything will be alright. There are so many of us, we'll definitely survive."

"But...but there are monsters among the corpses...I don't want to die..."

The girl in the white nightgown buried her face in her knees, her shoulders twitching.

Chen Ye noticed that one girl did not participate in any discussion, nor did she huddle together with the other girls to cry.

That girl's name is Gu Qinghuan.

She sat in the corner of the carriage, wearing a black silk nightgown, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, her features delicate and pleasing to the eye.

One leg was curled up on the seat, the other dangling, his right hand supporting his chin, his gaze fixed on the swirling gray fog outside the car window.

Chen Ye's impression of her was that she had excellent academic performance, never participated in class activities, rarely spoke to anyone, and only came to class and left after class, existing in the group like a ghost.

She didn't stick with anyone, nor did she show any desire to do so.

This reminded him of a saying: In the apocalypse, there are two types of people who are most likely to survive: the strong and the smart.

Chen Ye withdrew his gaze and brought up the group chat panel again.

The number of messages on the screen has reached 999+.