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

Chen Ye's breath hitched slightly.

A thought flashed through his mind: there were far more people than just them participating in this deadly game.

Train G4864 roared past Chen Ye.

When the two trains passed each other, Chen Ye could clearly see the figures of people in the opposite train window.

Those people were also watching them.

On the opposite train, faces were pressed against the glass, each with a different expression.

Some people stared wide-eyed, some had their mouths agape, some looked bewildered, and others were banging on the car windows as if shouting something, but their voices couldn't reach them.

After the two trains passed each other at high speed, the grayish-white mist reappeared outside the train window.

Chen Ye withdrew his gaze and leaned back in his seat.

The other passengers in the carriage also saw the train opposite them.

"Did you see that? There were people on that train just now!"

Qin Zhaoyang was the first to shout it out, his voice filled with barely suppressed shock.

He sprang up from his seat and peered out the window, but the grayish-white mist had already obscured his view of the trees below.

"I see it. That train's number is G4864, which is different from ours."

Wang Shuo's voice came from behind; he didn't know when he had already sat down in Chen Ye's seat.

"It wasn't just one death train, G5002, G4864... How many more are there? How many more people are on board?"

Li Zheng's voice deepened, as if he were talking to himself, yet also as if he were addressing everyone.

"Are those people like us? Were they also smuggled onto the vehicle from somewhere? Are they also going to participate in a survival trial?"

Zhou Yating's voice came from the row in front of Chen Ye, and there was fear in her tone.

Zhao Hai didn't say anything, but he stood up from his seat, walked to the window, stared at the direction where the train had disappeared for several seconds, then turned around and sat back down.

His expression became even more serious than before.

Chen Ye leaned back in his seat, his fingers tapping lightly on his knees.

G4864.

G5002.

Two trains of death, two train numbers.

How many columns are left?

he does not know.

But he knew one thing.

This deadly game is far bigger than they imagined.

It wasn't a train with 320 people.

It could be hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of columns.

It could be tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even more.

Where did those people come from? Were they also brought from Earth? Or from somewhere else? From another time? From another dimension?

Chen Ye didn't know.

He knows too little information right now.

But he was certain of one thing: behind this deadly game, there was a vast, sophisticated system operating far beyond human comprehension.

That system brings different people from different places, puts them on different trains, and sends them to different worlds to undergo different trials.

Someone will die.

Someone will survive.

Some people will become stronger.

Chen Ye took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and stopped thinking about those questions that had no answers for the time being.

The train's speed stabilized at a constant frequency, and the sound of the wheels rubbing against the rails changed from sharp to deep.

"Which school do you think those people go to? Are they university students?"

"I don't know, but they all look about the same age, around twenty."

"Could it be that universities all over the country have been dragged into this?"

"It's possible, maybe the whole world..."

"Stop talking, the more I think about it, the scarier I get."

People in the carriage began to talk in hushed tones.

Chen Ye did not open his eyes, nor did he participate in the discussion, which was meaningless.

His breathing gradually became even, his heartbeat slowed down, and his nerves, which had been tense for twenty-four hours, relaxed one by one.

His consciousness began to fade, and he soon fell into a deep sleep.

The other students in the carriage also fell asleep.

No one spoke anymore.

The only sounds in the carriage were the monotonous white noise between the wheels and rails, and dozens of even breathing sounds.

Time slipped by silently in the darkness.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Ye opened his eyes.

He stared at the dark metal roof for two seconds before his consciousness slowly surfaced from the chaos.

The sound of wheels rubbing against the tracks still echoed in my ears; that rhythmic roar had become background noise, which actually made me feel at ease.

He stretched, and his joints cracked and popped.

How long did you sleep?

Chen Ye glanced at the clock in front of the train.

7:12pm.

He has slept for nearly ten hours since he got on the bus this morning.

Outside the car window, there was still a gray-white fog, exactly the same as when we arrived.

Thick fog clung to the car windows, and occasionally a gust of wind would blow, causing the fog to churn and revealing the hazy sky and the distant, indistinct horizon.

But you can't see anything specific.

There were no cities, no buildings, no mountains or rivers, only a chaotic gray-white expanse.

It felt like traveling through nothingness.

"Brother Ye, you're awake."

Qin Zhaoyang's voice came from the side.

He was sitting in his seat, one leg bent over and the other dangling, his eyes fixed on the semi-transparent system panel in front of him, his expression very focused.

"Um."

Chen Ye responded, sat up straight, and stretched his stiff neck.

He leaned back in his seat and brought up the system chat group.

The moment the blue light screen unfolded before my eyes, the messages poured out like a flood bursting its banks.

His gaze swept over the numbers in the upper right corner of the group chat interface.

The number of group members has decreased from the initial 320 to 147.

173 people died.

More than half of them did not return alive.

Only fifteen people remained in carriage number three.

Chen Ye's thumb paused at the edge of the panel for a moment, then he began to scroll down the messages.

The group chat was scrolling very fast, with messages being refreshed since last night. Some people were reporting that they were safe, some were mourning their deceased classmates, and some were seeking to trade. A lot of white-quality equipment appeared in the chat, all with +1 attribute.

Qin Zhaoyang leaned closer, his head almost touching Chen Ye's equipment panel, his eyes wide open: "Brother Ye, look, quite a few people actually got the equipment, and they're only showing it now."

Chen Ye glanced at him sideways: "The train is a safe zone. If you take it out on the platform, won't people rob you? You can kill and rob outside, but there are clear rules on the train that you can't kill other passengers."

"That's true." Qin Zhaoyang nodded, retreated to his seat, and thought of the Gale Crossbow lying in his storage space. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly: "But I still think my crossbow is the best. It's green quality, agility +3, and Hai Ge gave it to me for free. It's a huge profit."

Chen Ye didn't reply and continued browsing the group chat.

The group chat was still flooded with messages, but the pace had slowed down.

After everyone finished reporting their equipment and expressing their condolences, other messages started appearing in the group chat.

Most people are discussing the death train that took place during the day, and some are speculating about what lies behind this deadly game.

No one can answer these questions.

Just as Chen Ye was about to close the group chat, a new message popped up.

[Carriage 3 (Qian Bin): I'm asking if anyone in carriage 3 has exchanged their D-level elemental skill book "Ice Arrow" for a recovery potion.]

His fingers paused.

Carriage number three.

It's their carriage.

Chen Ye's gaze lingered on the message for two seconds, then he patted the back of the seat in front of him.

Zhou Yating was leaning back in her chair, resting with her eyes closed. After being tapped, she opened her eyes, turned her head, and asked somewhat blankly, "What's wrong?"

Chen Ye: "Looking at the group chat, that skill, Ice Arrow, can you learn it?"