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

When Chen Ye and his two companions arrived at the rooftop of Building No. 3, they could hear people talking up there before the iron gate to the top floor was even opened.

"...Anyway, I woke up in bed. My talent is gone, but my physical abilities have returned to normal. What about you guys?"

"Same here, the system panel is gone too, it's like a dream."

"It doesn't feel like a dream, it's too real. Even in dreams, we can't all have the same dream, can we?"

Chen Ye pushed open the iron gate.

There are already five people on the rooftop.

Zhao Hai, Wang Shuo, and Li Zheng squatted on the ground in a circle.

Wang Ze and Xia Yan stood to the side. Xia Yan leaned against the low wall at the edge of the rooftop, while Wang Ze rested his hands on the railing, his gaze fixed on the outline of the campus in the distance.

All five people turned their heads to look at the iron gate at the same time.

Chen Ye, Qin Zhaoyang, and Zhou Yating walked up to Zhao Hai and stood down.

Zhao Hai stood up from the ground: "What do you think? Did we really travel back in time, or... something else?"

Chen Ye shook his head slightly: "I can't be sure either. When we came to find you, we ran into Teacher Zhao."

Zhao Hai narrowed his eyes slightly: "Zhao Ruoxi?"

"Yes. We met him at the cafeteria entrance. He greeted us, and it seemed he had no memory of the Death Train incident at all. His tone of voice and the way he looked at people were exactly the same as before." Chen Ye paused. "But Teacher Zhao was already dead in the Corpse Capital."

Wang Ze rested his chin on his hand: "Is it possible that the people who died in the death game didn't actually die, but were sent back, only without their memories of the death train? The reason we have memories is because we didn't die in the game."

"That's unlikely," Zhou Yating chimed in. "If dying meant coming back, and if the consequence of being erased was just amnesia and being sent back to the original world, then the existence of this death game would be far too pointless."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over everyone present: "We saw those people's heads explode with our own eyes. The way they died didn't look like they were 'sent back'."

Qin Zhaoyang's Adam's apple bobbed: "So...we're under the Infinite Tsukuyomi spell?"

No one responded to his statement.

It's not that I don't understand the reference, it's just that I'm not interested in discussing anime with him.

"If this place really is an illusion and we are trapped here, then if we don't return in time when the death train departs, we will be left in the ghost city forever."

Zhou Yating steered the conversation back on track.

Chen Ye glanced at her, and his opinion of the class monitor rose even higher.

While everyone else was still debating whether this place was real or fake, she had already skipped that stage and started directly deducing the consequences.

"I added Gu Qinghuan on WeChat but she didn't respond. If she came back with us, she would at least respond to the friend request."

Chen Ye took his phone out of his pocket, the screen lit up briefly, and his friend request on WeChat was rejected.

Zhao Hai frowned: "You suspect she didn't return, or rather, wasn't dragged into the illusion?"

Chen Ye put his phone in his pocket and looked at Zhao Hai's face: "I'm not sure, but she has a mental talent, and her rating should be very high. If it's an illusion, she might be able to resist it."

Wang Ze nodded: "Chen Ye is right. How could we come back from a death game so easily? I suspect we were attacked by some kind of illusion magic. That house was designed to keep us in the Ghost City."

Li Zheng frowned: "This illusion is too realistic, isn't it? Even the breakfast tastes exactly the same as what we make in the cafeteria."

Chen Ye walked to the edge of the rooftop, held onto the railing, and gazed at the distant city skyline.

The outline of Yuncheng was clearly visible in the morning light, and the glass curtain walls of the office buildings in the distance reflected the golden sunlight.

Colorful bed sheets were hanging on the balconies of nearby residential buildings, elderly people were walking their dogs downstairs, and office workers were rushing out of the community gate on electric bikes.

Just then, the iron gate to the rooftop was pushed open once again.

Jiang Ning walked in.

Only Jian Lan followed behind him.

Seeing that there was only one person behind him, Zhao Hai asked, "Jiang Ning, where are the rest of your team?"

Jiang Ning glanced at Zhao Hai and said, "I don't know. I didn't know them before I was put on the train. Maybe they haven't seen Zhou Yating's post on the campus forum yet. They'll contact Zhou Yating when they do."

Zhao Hai nodded slightly and didn't ask any more questions.

Wang Shuo muttered, "That's true. After all, we're not in the same department. If it weren't for this incident, we probably would never have crossed paths in our lives."

Chen Ye turned his gaze away from Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning arrived. On the rooftop, there were already Zhao Hai, Wang Shuo, Li Zheng, Wang Ze, Xia Yan, Jiang Ning, and Jian Lan, making a total of ten people including the three of them.

"Of all the people who contacted me, only Goryeo hasn't come yet."

As soon as Zhou Yating finished speaking, the iron gate to the rooftop was pushed open again.

Goryeo walked in.

Chen Ye's gaze lingered on her for a moment. She also had dark circles under her eyes, indicating that she hadn't slept all night either.

Goryeo's gaze swept across the rooftop before settling on something else.

She saw Jiang Ning.

Then she sprinted towards Jiang Ning at the speed of a 100-meter dash.

Jiang Ning's reaction wasn't slow. When he saw Goryeo rushing towards him, he instinctively stepped back, but Goryeo didn't give him a chance to retreat.

Jian Lan reached out to stop her, but Gao Li pushed her away.

Jian Lan staggered a couple of steps, her back hitting the iron railing of the rooftop with a dull thud.

Then Goryeo's fist, as big as a sandbag, slammed solidly into Jiang Ning's nose.

"Bang!"

A dull thud echoed across the rooftop.

Jiang Ning fell backward, her head hitting the support of the water tank with a dull thud.

He fell backward to the ground, blood gushing from his nose like a tap being turned on, flowing down his cheeks.

The bridge of my nose is broken.

The "click" sound was so crisp that everyone present could hear it clearly.

"Jiang Ning!"

Jian Lan was the first to react and rushed forward to block Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning propped herself up on her elbows and sat up. She wiped the blood from her nose with the sleeve of her right hand, but instead of wiping it clean, the blood smeared half of her face.

He raised his head and glared at Goryeo: "Goryeo, you fucking want to die!"

Gao Li stood there, looking down at Jiang Ning, a smirk playing on his lips: "What? You're not happy? Now that everyone's out of talent, I'll beat you every time I see you. You have a problem with that?"

No one moved or spoke on the rooftop.

Goryeo's punch was an outburst, an outburst of anger at being oppressed in the Ghost City.

Jiang Ning was still sitting on the ground, her right sleeve completely soaked in blood, and blood was still flowing from her nose.

He had his head down, so his expression was obscured, but you could see his shoulders rising and falling slightly, and his breathing was heavy and restrained.

A person with S-level talent, a person who can decide the life and death of others with a single sentence on the Death Train, a person who forces others to be cannon fodder in the Ghost City, now has his nose broken by a punch from someone he used to not even bother to look at.

Jiang Ning staggered to his feet. He didn't retaliate; without his talent, he wasn't sure he could beat this shot put athlete.

Goryeo's physique is comparable to that of any male, and he starts with a full five points of strength in the Death Game, which shows how powerful his body is.

Seeing that Jiang Ning did not retaliate, Gao Li stopped looking at him.

She turned around, no longer looking at anyone, and walked towards the stairwell, as if she had only come here to punch Jiang Ning.