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

"Brother Ye, look, Gu Qinghuan is back."

Qin Zhaoyang's voice came from the side.

Chen Ye followed his gaze.

Gu Qinghuan emerged from the gray fog at the platform entrance.

She was still wearing that black tracksuit, her hair tied in a high ponytail, her steps were neither hurried nor slow, and there was no bloodstain or even damage on her clothes.

Gu Qinghuan walked onto the platform, her gaze sweeping over everyone present. Her gaze was indifferent, as if she were looking at a group of unrelated strangers.

Then her gaze paused and landed on Chen Ye.

It lasted only about half a second, so short that if Chen Ye hadn't been watching her the whole time, she wouldn't have noticed at all.

Then she looked away, walked to a deserted corner on the east side of the platform, leaned against a pillar, put her hands in her pockets, and closed her eyes.

"What level of talent does she have? A girl, all alone, survived for twenty-four hours without a scratch. That's just too outrageous!"

Wang Shuo squatted on the ground, with the fire axe resting on his knees, his eyes occasionally glancing in Gu Qinghuan's direction.

"She's probably SS-rank or SSS-rank; she might be the strongest person on this train."

Li Zheng leaned against a pillar, a butcher's knife lying across his lap, his tone indifferent.

Chen Ye did not participate in their discussion.

His gaze shifted from Gu Qinghuan to the others on the platform.

Goryeo was still leaning against that broken cement pillar, holding the sharpened steel bar in his hand.

Li Jiahao was still leaning against the pillar, his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, Sun Kai squatting at his feet, and Ma Wenbo standing to the side.

On the west side of the platform, several students Chen Ye didn't recognize sat together. Some were talking in hushed tones, some were bandaging their wounds, and some were eating dry rations they had dug out from the ruins.

Their gazes would occasionally drift towards Jiang Ning's direction, then quickly return to their own.

Jiang Ning's team occupied a large open space in front of carriage number five.

The ten A-level students were either standing or sitting. Jiang Ning leaned against the wall of carriage number five, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and closed her eyes. No one dared to approach their group.

Chen Ye withdrew his gaze and looked towards the entrance of the platform.

No one has emerged from the gray fog for a long time.

Fewer and fewer survivors emerged from the thick fog, and the intervals between them grew longer and longer. The last person to emerge from the fog had been more than ten minutes ago.

Those who could come back should have already come back.

What's gone is gone, it will never come back.

Chen Ye glanced at the countdown on the system panel.

Countdown: 00:15:05

"Click—"

A crisp mechanical sound came from the direction of the train.

Everyone opened their eyes at the same time.

The doors of all eight carriages slid open at the same time.

The black metal doors taper to the sides, revealing the dark metallic interior trim and familiar seats inside the cabin.

The dim yellow light shone from the carriage, appearing exceptionally warm in the gray-white morning light. That warmth was artificial, but after twenty-four hours of life and death, that light looked like home.

"The car door is open!"

Someone shouted, their voice filled with barely suppressed urgency.

Then the people on the platform started moving.

Those who were huddled in the corners of the platform, leaning against the pillars, or sitting on the ground all stood up and rushed toward the eight open train doors.

Some people pushed and shoved, some jostled, and some even pushed aside the people in front of them to squeeze in first.

Nobody wanted to stay outside, not even for a second longer.

"Don't push! Don't push!"

A boy's voice came from the crowd, but it was quickly drowned out by the noise of footsteps and shoving.

Chen Ye did not move.

He leaned against the pillar, watching the people rushing towards the car door.

Zhao Hai stood beside him without moving.

Seeing that the two older brothers hadn't moved, the other four didn't move either.

Chen Ye did not look at the people rushing towards the car door.

He was looking at Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning didn't move either.

He remained leaning against the wall of carriage number five, his arms crossed over his chest, calmly watching the people scrambling to board the train.

Jiang Ning finally moved only when the crowd gradually thinned out and there were not many people left on the platform.

He straightened up, dusted off his clothes, and then turned and walked into carriage number five, followed by only two Class As.

The remaining eight all went to other carriages. It was a pity that none of these eight A-level students were from carriage number three, otherwise they could have turned one of them against their own.

"Let's go, let's get in the car."

Chen Ye straightened up and walked towards the open door of carriage number three.

Zhao Hai followed closely behind, and the other four also quickly caught up.

At that moment, two boys carried a headless female corpse out of the train and casually dumped the body on the platform.

The corpse was that of the girl who ran into the train carriage and was killed by the rules with a headshot.

Chen Ye glanced at the headless female corpse, then stepped into the carriage.

The inside of the train carriage was no different from what it had been 24 hours ago.

The dark metal roof and the hard seats remain unchanged.

What has changed is the people.

The people in those seats.

The moment Chen Ye stepped into the carriage, he subconsciously glanced at the seats.

It's mostly empty now.

Before getting off the train, there were forty people in carriage number three. Now, fewer than twenty people have returned to the carriage.

The girl who had run into the carriage earlier and was eliminated by the rules left no trace.

The carriage was very quiet.

No one spoke, no one made a sound.

Everyone remained silent, sitting in their seats or leaning back in their chairs, eyes closed, or staring at the gray-white mist outside the window, lost in thought.

Chen Ye walked to his original seat and sat down.

Qin Zhaoyang sat down next to him, then let out a long breath and slumped into the chair like a deflated balloon.

Zhao Hai sat in the seat opposite him in the aisle, while Wang Shuo and Li Zheng sat in the row behind him.

Zhou Yating sat in front of Chen Ye, leaning against the seat with her eyes closed.

The system panel popped up automatically the moment Chen Ye sat down.

A blue light curtain unfolded before his eyes.

[Rewards for the Corpse City Trial have been distributed!]

Survival Rating: D

[Kill Points: 0]

Survival Points: 100

[Gained 100 experience points]

[Gained 100 point]

The screen flickered, and then new text appeared.

[Level upgraded to Lv2!]

【Stamina: 100 ➔ 200】

[Energy Points: 100 ➔ 200]

[Strength: 5 ➔ 10]

Agility: 4 ➔ 5

[Physical Fitness: 5 ➔ 10]

[Mental Strength: 3 ➔ 4]

[Gain 1 free attribute points (free attribute points do not benefit from talent and skill bonuses)]

Chen Ye stared at the numbers on the panel, his heart racing.

Strength and Constitution both increased from 5 to 10.

The SSS-level talent [Superhuman Strength and Chaos] is starting to show its power with its five-fold growth value for both Strength and Constitution attributes.

This gap will widen as the level increases.

His gaze lingered on the "Free Attribute Points" line for a moment.

One free attribute point can be added to any one of the four basic attributes.

He didn't rush to add it.

He decided to save it for later and not add it immediately. He didn't see a function to reset free attribute points on the system panel, so he decided to be cautious.

Then Chen Ye opened the system store, whose interface was so simple it looked like a half-finished shopping website.

Product categories are on the left: daily necessities, food and beverages, and special items.

Daily necessities and food and beverages are very cheap. For example, a 500ml bottle of mineral water costs only 1 point, and a pack of compressed biscuits costs only 2 points.

The expensive items are four special props.

Recovery potion, restores all injuries, 150 points per potion.

Energy potion, restores 100 energy points, costs 50 points per potion.

Energy potion, restores 100 energy points. 50 points per potion.

S-level skill selection chest (limited to one purchase), 10000 points each.

"S-rank skill..."

Chen Ye took a deep breath. If a B-level skill can deal 3 times the strength damage, how many times would an S-level skill deal?

However, 10000 points is still a long way off. Eating, drinking, and using the restroom all consume points, and there are also potions, which are a major expense. Saving up 10000 points is not easy.

Chen Ye closed the panel, looked up and said, "Don't use your points yet. Use Zhao Yang's points to exchange for food and water."

Zhao Hai and the others, who were about to exchange for food and water, stopped and looked at Chen Ye.

"Points cannot be traded. 100 points can be exchanged for 2 stamina or energy potions. If you spend even one point, you can only exchange for one more."

As soon as Chen Ye said this, everyone understood immediately.

"Zhaoyang, you should have 200 points, right?"