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

[Chu Wanqing (Carriage 1) joins the group chat]

[He Chaoqun (Carriage 1) joins the group chat]

[Li Mingyu (Carriage 1) joins the group chat]

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The group originally had 18 members, but starting from carriage number one, it was filled with 320 people in less than half a minute.

"Damn, look at the group chat!"

Qin Zhaoyang, who was standing next to him, was also looking at the group chat, his eyes wide open like saucers.

The moment Qin Zhaoyang finished speaking, wisps of grayish-white mist silently seeped out from the gaps in the seats, from the edges of the floor, and even from the ventilation vents overhead.

At first, there were only a few faint wisps, but they quickly gathered, surged, and expanded. In just a few breaths, the thin mist turned into a thick gray-white, engulfing the entire carriage.

Chen Ye subconsciously reached out to the side, but his fingertips only touched empty space. Qin Zhaoyang's outline, the armrest of the seat, and even the frame of the car window all disappeared into the chaos, leaving only a gray and white expanse all around.

Fortunately, the fog came and went quickly.

In less than a minute, the fog began to thin and dissipate. When the last wisp of gray-white fog disappeared, Chen Ye's pupils suddenly contracted. The once somewhat empty carriage was now filled with people in every seat.

"Holy crap... what's going on?"

Qin Zhaoyang's mouth was agape in an "O" shape, his eyes were wide open like copper bells, and his head turned from left to right and then from right to left as he looked at the suddenly appearing "new passengers".

The newly arrived passengers were probably between twenty and forty years old, and their faces also showed confusion and bewilderment.

"I thought I was eliminated by the rules, but it turns out I just changed cars."

The speaker was a man wearing a dark blue short-sleeved shirt, with dark skin, a buzz cut, and a rather muscular build.

He was rubbing his temples, his gaze sweeping around the carriage, his expression shifting from blank to knowing.

"I can actually switch trains. I was the only one in my carriage before."

Another voice came from the back of the carriage; it was a man wearing a black jacket.

"Which train were you on?"

The boy in the dark blue short-sleeved shirt turned his head and looked at the boy in the black jacket.

"Train G4986".

"Oh, I'm on train G4999. How many people are left on your train?"

"Seven people in eight carriages."

"There are only nine people left in our column."

The carriage suddenly became lively.

Among the newly arrived passengers, some looked around blankly, some talked nervously with the people next to them, and some began to check their system panels.

Sounds surged from every corner, flooding the carriage that had been as quiet as a tomb.

Chen Ye did not participate in these conversations.

He leaned back in his seat, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the "new passengers." Suddenly, there were 30 more "new passengers" in the carriage, coming from different trains.

Chen Ye tapped his fingers lightly twice on the armrest of the seat.

"Brother Ye, what exactly is going on?"

Qin Zhaoyang looked puzzled.

"Looks like the servers have been merged."

This was the first thought that popped into Chen Ye's mind.

"What do you mean?"

Qin Zhaoyang still didn't understand.

"Haven't you ever played online games? When the number of players on a server falls below a certain threshold, the game developers will merge several adjacent servers into one, and use the emptied servers to open new servers."

Chen Ye's analogy immediately enlightened Qin Zhaoyang.

"I understand. When the number of survivors on a train drops to a certain level, the system will merge the survivors from several adjacent trains onto the same train, and the freed-up train will be used to carry new passengers."

"That's the idea. G4986, G4999, G5002... Judging from the numbers, 5001 trains have already run before us, and countless more will follow. This death game will have a constant stream of new passengers joining."

Chen Ye withdrew his gaze and looked at Zhao Hai across the aisle.

Zhao Hai was also sizing up the new passengers, his brows furrowed slightly, his gaze sweeping over the unfamiliar faces with a scrutinizing air.

He noticed Chen Ye's gaze, turned his head, and the two looked at each other.

Chen Ye nodded slightly, meaning to calm down.

Zhao Hai understood, withdrew his gaze, and continued to observe the new passengers.

Chen Ye summoned the ranking list.

The moment the blue light screen unfolded before his eyes, he raised an eyebrow slightly.

The rankings have changed.

He used to be ranked second, but now he's been pushed down to sixth.

Gu Qinghuan also dropped to third place, Jiang Ning dropped to eighth place, and Zhao Hai even dropped to eleventh place.

The current number one ranked person is Tang Jingxin, who is level 9, and the number two is Su Jin, who is level 8.

Chen Ye turned off the leaderboard, leaned back in his seat, and tapped his fingers on the armrest more frequently.

The first place was three levels higher than him.

Previously, the strongest people on their train were Gu Qinghuan, him, Jiang Ning, and Zhao Hai. Even if they had conflicts with Jiang Ning, they at least understood each other.

Suddenly, a group of strangers appeared, including one who was at level nine.

These are no longer newcomers; they have survived at least two trials and can be considered elites.

"Brother Ye, the top player on the rankings is already level nine, two levels higher than Gu Qinghuan. That guy must have SSS-level talent, right? Otherwise, how could he level up so fast?"

Qin Zhaoyang's voice came from the side.

He had obviously looked at the rankings and knew that his ranking had definitely dropped a lot.

"Not necessarily." Zhou Yating turned around from her seat: "Leveling up depends on the experience points gained from the settlement rewards. A high level might mean that someone has participated in more trials, but it doesn't necessarily mean that their talent rating is high. Gu Qinghuan and Chen Ye can probably reach level 9 by participating in just one more trial."

Chen Ye continued, "Even if they're not SSS, they should still be S-rank. Anyway, they won't be too low. As long as these new passengers don't cause trouble, we don't need to pay them any attention."

Qin Zhaoyang shrank back and didn't say anything more.

The noise in the carriage continued. Some of the new passengers were getting to know each other, while others were exchanging experiences; the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

Chen Ye leaned back in his seat and opened the system group chat.

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

The number of group members has increased from 18 to 320.

Newcomers are spamming the chat like crazy.

But no one posted their talents and attributes in the group.

Chen Ye turned his head and looked at Qin Zhaoyang, whispering, "Zhaoyang, ask the people in the back row which train they came from and how many trials they've participated in."