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

A person named Jiang Ning from carriage number five posted his attribute panel in the group.

Name: Jiang Ning

[Level: Lv1]

[Talent: Emperor's Engine (S-Rank) - When activated, all four basic attributes are doubled.]

[Basic Attributes: Strength 5, Agility 5, Constitution 4, Spirit 4]

In an instant, dozens of replies appeared under this message, all saying things like "Holy crap, awesome!" and "Bring me along, master!"

Chen Ye scrolled through the previous chat history and saw the various talents reported by people in other carriages.

Someone drew the A-level talent "Miraculous Healing," which can heal others' injuries. This person's friends list is probably going to explode with friend requests.

Someone drew the C-level talent [Eagle Eye], gaining super vision and the ability to see objects thousands of meters away.

Another person drew a very strange B-grade talent, "Death Premonition," which allows them to sense deadly danger thirty seconds before death.

Talents come in all shapes and sizes; some people are suited for combat, some for support, some for reconnaissance, and some for logistics.

The 320 people on the train were like people who had randomly drawn a set of cards for post-apocalyptic survival; no one knew how effective their cards would be.

Chen Ye closed his eyes.

He needs to calm down.

Based on the information we have so far, the rules of this death train are extremely ingeniously designed.

Talent determines everyone's starting point, but it's not everything.

A well-used C-level talent can potentially outlast an A-level talent.

Talents that significantly increase basic attributes are generally rated quite high; for example, the talent that doubles all four basic attributes when the [Emperor Engine] is activated is rated as an S-level talent.

Zhao Hai's [Steel Armor] can deal damage with three times the power, and it is also an S-rank weapon.

It is obvious that basic attributes are a reflection of combat power.

His SSS-level talent will only be realized in the future.

Right now, he still has to play it safe.

His fingers tapped on his knees more frequently.

A sudden commotion arose in the carriage. Chen Ye opened his eyes and saw Zhao Hai walking towards Li Jiahao.

Two henchmen followed behind him, their expressions a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"Li Jiahao, is your illusory shadow really as strong as you say? Or are you just bragging?"

Zhao Hai stood in the corridor, looking down at Li Jiahao.

Li Jiahao raised his eyelids and glanced at him, his gaze as if he were looking at a child who didn't quite understand things.

"Would you like to give it a try?"

His voice was very soft, but everyone in the carriage heard it.

The air suddenly became very quiet.

Chen Ye frowned slightly. It seemed that Zhao Hai was really not thinking straight. It would not benefit either of them if the two of them started fighting before the train arrived at the station.

"Zhao Hai, come back here. The statistics aren't finished yet. Can you stop causing trouble?"

Zhou Yating's voice rang out, this time her tone was a bit harsher than before.

Zhao Hai didn't move.

"Zhao Hai, calm down."

Zhou Yating called out again.

Zhao Hai glanced at her, then looked back at Li Jiahao, snorted heavily, and turned back to his seat.

Li Jiahao chuckled softly behind him. The laughter wasn't loud, but it sounded particularly jarring in the quiet carriage.

Chen Ye withdrew his gaze and opened the system chat group to continue reading each message carefully, one by one.

The attribute panel posted in the group chat is actually more valuable than the statistics compiled by Zhou Yating.

After all, the information posted cannot be faked, but whether the talent for statistics is real or not is hard to say. Since it all comes down to words, he doesn't think he's the only one hiding his talent.

At a time when most people are desperately trying to showcase themselves, form alliances, and vie for the right to speak, information and intelligence are the most valuable things.

Truly intelligent people always figure out the rules of the game before others are even arguing.

……

One hour later.

The train's announcement system came on again.

"Attention passengers, the G5002 Death Train is about to arrive at Corpse Capital South Station. Please prepare to disembark. I repeat, please prepare to disembark. Those who do not disembark will be eliminated according to the rules."

As the announcement ended, the air in the carriage seemed to freeze.

It was a strange feeling. Even though the broadcast said "please," everyone could hear the undeniable coldness behind that word.

It's not a request, it's a command.

It's not a choice, it's a forced choice.

Chen Ye stood up from his seat and stretched his wrists, which were stiff from sitting for so long.

"Brother Ye, aren't you nervous?"

Is being nervous helpful?

Chen Ye asked a question in return, his gaze sweeping across the entire carriage.

The forty people in the carriage were in all sorts of strange states. Some were taking deep breaths to prepare themselves, some were pale and trembling, and some were praying with their hands clasped together.

Some people remained relatively calm, such as Zhao Hai and Li Jiahao, who naturally had some confidence due to their strong talents.

"Dear students, the train is about to arrive at the station. The first thing we should do after we get off is to find Teacher Zhao. Remember, don't go out alone, and don't be reckless."

Zhou Yating's voice came from the middle of the carriage.

As she spoke, her gaze swept back and forth between Zhao Hai and Li Jiahao, as if reminding the two of them.

"Okay, okay, don't worry, class monitor."

Li Jiahao stood up with a smile and casually straightened the collar of his pajamas.

Zhao Hai didn't speak, but nodded heavily.

"And one more thing," Zhou Yating paused, "No matter what disagreements you have, once we're out there, we're classmates, we're teammates. I hope everyone remembers that."

After he finished speaking, the carriage was silent for a few seconds.

Just then, the gray fog outside the car window suddenly thinned out.

Everyone turned to look out the window at the same time.

The thick, almost solid grayish-white mist seemed to be stirred by an invisible hand, beginning to churn, flow, and dissipate.

Beyond the fog, the outline of something is gradually emerging.

It was a ruined city.

Chen Ye's pupils contracted slightly.

He saw a continuous stretch of ruins. The concrete skeletons left behind after the high-rise buildings collapsed pointed to the sky like the ribs of a giant beast. The streets were filled with rubble, the lampposts were crooked, and the street signs were covered with scratches.

But what's most unsettling isn't the ruins themselves.

It was the color that enveloped those ruins.

The gray-black building ruins were covered with a layer of dark red substance, like dried blood that had oxidized over time, or like some kind of moss or mold.

This dark red color was everywhere, spreading from the exterior walls of buildings to the roads, from collapsed vehicles to exposed steel bars, making the whole city look like it had been soaked in blood and then pulled out.

"This...this is the Corpse Capital?"

Someone asked the question in a trembling voice.

No one answered.

The train slowed down noticeably, and the sound of the wheels rubbing against the rails gradually changed from high frequency to low frequency, finally coming to a complete stop with a heavy sigh.

"The train has arrived at its destination—the City of Corpses. All passengers, please disembark within ten minutes. The countdown has begun."

As the announcement ended, the carriage door clicked open automatically.

A cold wind blew in from outside the door.

The wind carried a rotten, sweet, and fishy smell that made one's stomach churn.