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

[Carriage 2 (Liu Dong): This Jiang Ning has brought with him a whole new kind of evil influence. One stamina potion costs 50 points! Some people in our carriage have started collecting them too. Four A-levels have banded together, extorting protection money from everyone. If you don't pay, they threaten to kill you after you get off the train. Damn it!]

[Carriage 1 (Xu Shan): Luckily, there are no S-class teams in our carriage. The teams are all about the same strength, so everything is fine.]

[Carriage 4 (Sun Jing): Is no one going to do anything about this? Is there no law anymore?]

[Carriage 8 (Lu Chen): Law? Wake up! This is a post-apocalyptic game. Where is the law? Might makes right.]

[Carriage 3 (Qian Bin): Are you guys worse off than me? I've lost all my skill books and only have 10 points left.]

[Carriage 2 (Hu Yang): I advise you all not to distribute any more equipment and skill books, lest they attract the attention of those with malicious intent.]

Qin Zhaoyang leaned closer, his head almost touching Chen Ye's control panel: "Brother Ye, shouldn't we also...?"

He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.

"If carriage number three is going to collect protection money, it's not our place to collect it."

Chen Ye glanced at him sideways, then turned his gaze to the corner of the carriage, which was Gu Qinghuan's seat.

Qin Zhaoyang followed his gaze, his Adam's apple bobbing, and he shrank back: "That's true... If we ask her for protection money, then we really won't be able to tell the difference between king and queen."

Wang Shuo leaned out from the back row and sneered, "That's all the ambition you've got."

"If you're so capable, you go ahead and do it." Qin Zhaoyang turned around and retorted, "Go ask her for protection money, let's see how long you can last."

Wang Shuo opened his mouth, then swallowed his words back, and pursed his lips: "Never mind, my greatest strength is that I know my own limitations."

Zhao Hai sat across the aisle, arms crossed over his chest: "Chen Ye is right. The composition of carriage number three is mixed. Besides Gu Qinghuan, there's also Li Jiahao and his gang. Forget about collecting protection money."

Chen Ye nodded, looked away, and returned his gaze to the group chat.

The news is still circulating, and complaints are everywhere.

Four out of the eight train carriages have already started collecting protection money.

The various aspects of life are laid bare on the screen.

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

This is when the difference in talent truly becomes apparent. In a post-apocalyptic world, it is perfectly normal for the strong to exploit the weak.

"Rest first. Don't worry about what others are doing, just focus on ourselves."

Chen Ye closed his eyes.

"Um."

Qin Zhaoyang nodded slightly.

The carriage fell silent.

Time slipped by quietly amidst the monotonous white noise of wheels rubbing against the tracks.

The lights on the roof of the carriage were still dim.

Outside the window, there was always that same gray-white mist, unchanging and endless.

Chen Ye leaned back in his chair, half asleep and half awake.

Consciousness oscillates between wakefulness and sleep.

Qin Zhaoyang was fast asleep, slumped in his chair with his mouth slightly open and drool dripping down his chin.

Zhou Yating, sitting in the front row, had her head down, and a faint icy blue halo was shimmering on her fingertips. She was still practicing that new skill.

Midnight.

"bite--!"

A crisp system notification sound rang out simultaneously throughout the carriage.

Everyone's system panel popped up automatically at the same time.

Chen Ye opened his eyes.

A blue light curtain unfolded before his eyes without any warning.

[The ranking system for the G5002 Death Train is now available! Rankings are based on level from highest to lowest, and in case of a tie, by percentage of experience points. The rankings are updated daily at 00:00.]

[Ranking first earns 200 points, ranking second earns 100 points, and ranking third earns 50 points.]

The screen flickered, and then the ranking interface popped up.

Chen Ye glanced at the leaderboard.

The first place was none other than Gu Qinghuan, with a level of 4. The second place was Jiang Ning, with a level of 3, and the third place was Wang Ze, also with a level of 3.

After third place, everyone else is at level 2.

Qin Zhaoyang is ranked thirteenth, and Zhao Hai is twentieth.

The rest of the team only received basic survival points, and their experience points were just enough to level up to level 2. They were all ranked outside the top 50.

Holy crap!

Qin Zhaoyang's voice exploded in my ears.

He sprang from his seat, as if he'd been electrocuted, his eyes wide as he stared intently at the system panel in front of him: "Gu Qinghuan's already level 4! How did she do that?"

Wang Shuo also stood up from the back row and leaned closer: "This woman is too fierce! She's even a level higher than Jiang Ning. Just how many monsters did she kill in the Corpse Capital?"

Li Zheng opened his eyes, glanced at the panel, and shook his head: "No wonder she dares to go alone. With this kind of strength, she really doesn't need to team up with anyone."

Zhou Yating turned around from the front row: "There are 147 people on the leaderboard. Judging from our rankings, at least those ranked 50th and below only got the basic survival points. They all just barely made it through."

Zhao Hai leaned back in his chair, looking at his ranking, and his lips twitched: "I have to fight for this ranking. The number one ranking gives 200 points a day, which is 2000 points in ten days. I can change the potions as I please."

Chen Ye nodded slightly: "Indeed, an extra 200 points every day means you can redeem the S-level skill chest in the shop every day."

His gaze returned to the leaderboard, landing on the name at number one.

Gu Qinghuan, Level 4.

This is something that an S-level person couldn't do; this woman's talent rating is probably at least SS-level.

Gu Qinghuan's talent has already been realized.

But he still has to wait, wait for the next stop, wait for more kills, wait for more experience.

……

Carriage number five.

Jiang Ning leaned back in her seat, her arms crossed over her chest.

A blue light screen unfolded before his eyes, and his gaze lingered on the first line.

Gu Qinghuan, Lv4.

Jiang Ning frowned slightly. He had already killed enough monsters, but Gu Qinghuan was actually a level higher than him.

Zhu Peng leaned closer and whispered, "Brother Ning, this Gu Qinghuan... isn't she the woman who threw knives in Central Square before?"

"It must be her."

Jiang Ning's tone was very calm.

"Then we..."

"Don't mess with her," Jiang Ning interrupted Zhu Peng. "Her strength is above mine."

Jian Lan sat on Jiang Ning's other side, her gaze also fixed on the leaderboard: "Brother Ning, Gu Qinghuan is from carriage number three, and so is Zhao Hai's team. Do you think they might team up against us?"

Jiang Ning paused for two seconds, then shook her head: "No. If Gu Qinghuan wanted to team up with someone, she wouldn't be alone."

He currently has 16 points of base strength with his talent activated, which is already comparable to Zhao Hai's, and his other attributes completely overwhelm Zhao Hai's.

He was confident he could beat Zhao Hai in a one-on-one fight.

As for Chen Ye, he is only level 2 with a maximum of 6 points of basic strength. Even if he has skills, he is no match for him now.

But now Gu Qinghuan has suddenly appeared.

"Next stop, let's observe. If Gu Qinghuan continues to act alone, then Zhao Hai and his group will be easy to deal with. But if she intervenes..."

Jiang Ning didn't continue.

But Zhu Peng and Jian Lan both understood.

If she gets involved, then we'll have to give up.

A talent that is likely above S-rank, a level 4 powerhouse, is not someone they can afford to mess with right now.