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

"Bang--!"

A dull thud echoed through the hall, the sound of bones cracking mixed in, so clear it made your teeth ache.

Goryeo's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the wall on the other side of the hall.

"Thump—!"

Another muffled sound.

A large patch of grayish-white plaster on the wall was shaken off and fell down in a rustling sound.

Goryeo's body slid off the wall and fell to the ground.

Jiang Ning punched her so hard that her nose was dented, and blood gushed out of her nasal cavity, smearing half of her face and dripping down her chin, forming a small dark red puddle on the wooden floor.

Jiang Ning only used three-tenths of his strength in this punch, clearly not wanting Goryeo to die so easily.

He walked toward Goryeo, his eyes gloomy.

"Alright, there aren't many survivors left. Are you still going to kill someone? Keeping her alive might be useful in the next trial."

Zhao Hai's voice came from the other side of the hall.

Jiang Ning stopped in his tracks. He turned to look at Zhao Hai, the roar of the Emperor Engine still echoing within him.

The silence lasted for about five seconds, then the roar of the Emperor's engine gradually subsided, and the pale red aura dissipated from his body.

Jiang Ning withdrew her gaze, turned around and walked back to Jian Lan and the four team members. She stood against the wall, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and closed her eyes.

Goryeo was still lying on the ground.

She stared at the ceiling with her eyes open, blood streaming down her face and dripping onto the wooden floor.

Her nose bridge had completely collapsed, but she didn't reach out to cover it or try to stop the bleeding; she just lay there.

Then she laughed.

"Hahaha... Hahahaha... Why are you doing this? What's wrong with illusions? Even if you survive this time, you'll still die next time."

"320 people, and after just two trials, only this few are left. How long do you think you can live? So what if you have S-level talent? You're all going to die sooner or later, hahaha... Everyone is going to die, Jiang Ning, you're going to die too. No one can escape, hahahaha..."

She has completely broken down mentally.

In the dream world, she booked her train ticket home and packed her luggage.

Then she woke up and found herself back in the dimly lit villa.

Jiang Ning didn't open his eyes, but his brows furrowed slightly.

Jian Lan stood beside Jiang Ning, her gaze shifting from Gao Li, and lowered her head, lost in thought.

Wang Ze leaned against the wall, looking at Goryeo, without saying a word.

Gu Qinghuan leaned against the wall on the other side, her eyes closed, as if she hadn't heard anything.

Chen Ye looked at Goryeo and shook his head.

Goryeo has lost all will to live; her next stop will probably be her end.

Chen Ye withdrew his gaze from her and turned to Gu Qinghuan: "How long have we been trapped in this illusion?"

Gu Qinghuan opened her eyes and glanced at him: "It's been about three and a half hours. It's already dark. As long as we stay in this house until dawn, this trial will be over, and the monsters outside won't be able to get in."

Chen Ye frowned slightly, his gaze unconsciously drifting to the window of the hall. The dark red velvet curtains tightly blocked out the night, making it impossible to see anything.

His gaze shifted from the window to Gu Qinghuan's face: "You've been fighting against that thing?"

Gu Qinghuan nodded.

Chen Ye was startled.

More than three hours.

Gu Qinghuan not only avoided being pulled into the illusion, but also fought against the monster that could create the illusion for more than three hours on her own.

"Don't be surprised. My talent is mental, which is why I can resist illusions. If you had woken up half an hour later, we would all have died here."

Gu Qinghuan's talent is SS-level [Psychic Power], possessing the ability to manipulate objects with her mind and to perceive things with her spirit.

Her talent gave her a base mental strength far exceeding that of others from the start, and she enjoyed a fourfold increase in base mental strength with each level up.

"I misjudged this time; the inside of the house is far more dangerous than the outside."

Chen Ye spoke calmly, but he knew in his heart that this misjudgment had almost caused everyone to die in the illusion.

"You misjudged the situation, but the outcome was good. If we were outside, only a few of us with S-level or higher talent would have had a chance to survive; everyone else would have died."

Gu Qinghuan spoke these words without any emotion, as if stating an objective fact.

Zhao Hai walked over and squatted down next to Chen Ye: "Although it was dangerous, I also learned some things."

Wang Shuo, carrying a fire axe, came over and asked, "What did Hai-ge learn?"

Zhao Hai turned to look at Wang Shuo: "First, Death Game wouldn't be so kind as to send us home. Second, next time you encounter this situation, kill yourself immediately."

Li Zheng, who was squatting next to Wang Shuo, laughed out loud when he heard this: "Brother Hai is getting smarter and smarter."

The three of them looked at each other and then laughed at the same time.

The laughter echoed in the hall, breaking the oppressive silence that had been so intense it was almost suffocating.

Qin Zhaoyang squatted in the corner, and when he heard their laughter, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. Then he saw the light shield next to the monster's corpse.

He walked over and squatted down next to the light barrier. He reached out to try, but his fingers couldn't pass through; they were blocked by the invisible barrier.

He turned to the others in the hall: "Why hasn't anyone picked up this dropped item?"

Zhao Hai glanced at him, then at Chen Ye: "The right of first pick is not mine."

Gu Qinghuan leaned against the wall, her eyes closed: "It's not mine either."

Qin Zhaoyang's gaze swept around the hall and he noticed that everyone's eyes were fixed in the same direction.

Chen Ye stood up from the ground, walked to the light shield, and squatted down.

He reached out, and the moment his fingertips touched the light shield, he encountered no resistance; his fingers passed right through it, as if passing through a thin curtain of water.

The light shield flickered slightly, then shattered, turning into countless tiny specks of light that dissipated into the air.

The small silver box lay in his palm, the cool metallic touch coming from his fingertips.

The box has intricate embossed patterns on its surface, resembling some ancient totem or some incomprehensible script.

Chen Ye summoned the item information, and a blue light screen unfolded before his eyes.

[Silver Treasure Chest: Opening this chest will randomly grant you one special item. Opening it requires one Silver Key.]

Chen Ye frowned slightly.

Giving a treasure chest but no key? What a joke!

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Hai walked over and squatted down next to him.

Chen Ye handed him the silver box.

Zhao Hai took the box, weighed it in his hand, glanced at the item information, and then his lips twitched: "An item treasure chest?"

The moment those four words were uttered, all eyes in the house turned to them. The only prop they had seen was Jiang Ning's one-time use spatial cube.

Although they were envious, no one dared to have any ideas. They survived this time thanks to Chen Ye, whose team is now the strongest.

Jiang Ning opened her eyes, her gaze swept across the box, then lingered on Chen Ye for a second before closing them again.

The people in Chen Ye's team all gathered around.

Zhao Hai examined the box thoroughly, turning it over and over twice, then asked, "No key?"

Chen Ye shrugged.

Wang Shuo leaned closer, raised the fire axe, and aimed the blade at the silver box: "How about I try chopping it open with this axe?"

Zhao Hai rolled his eyes at him and shoved the silver box back into Chen Ye's hand: "This is a treasure chest, not a walnut. What would you need a key for if you could crack it open?"