Inside the 「Train Radio」.
The group was still discussing the Goblin incident from a few days ago. So far, no one had managed to find that elusive Goblin merchant. Additionally, the Corpse Tide seemed to have become even more frenzied in recent days. It wasn't just attacking the Train and humans anymore—it had also started hunting down other lone monsters.
All of this had little to do with Chen Mang. No matter how dark the outside world seemed, he only needed to focus on developing safely in this Doomsday Abyss. This location was almost completely secure. Aside from the Goblin he encountered a few days ago, no one else had come here.
Chen Mang stood inside the Train, gazing at the score of the 「Stellar」 on the regional leaderboard.
「Overall score: 1491 points.」
Ranked 46th on the leaderboard, up one spot. The main points came from the hundred-plus Goblin Slaves, who were now officially labeled as 「Survivors」 on the Train Panel.
This was somewhat unexpected.
He had initially thought he had found a loophole or a bug, but he didn't expect the Train to actually acknowledge the identity of these Goblin Slaves.
Chen Mang took a bottle of chilled Cola from the Refrigerator, took a small sip, and stood by the window, looking out at the Goblin Slaves working diligently in the open Iron Ore Mine. Everyone was putting in a lot of effort.
These days, he had actually been hoping to find a lazy Slave to make an example of, but for some reason, no one had slacked off.
It felt like the process wasn't complete.
Couldn't someone be careless and give him a chance to set an example?
He looked down at the cool Cola in his hand. In the apocalypse, this was truly a good way to replenish sugar. After a moment, he placed the bottle on the table and headed to the No. 4 「Living Carriage」, planning to use the remaining Iron Ore to upgrade both the 「Cola Production Line」 and the 「Steamed Bun Production Line」 to Level 10.
White-tier Components required far fewer resources to upgrade compared to other tiers.
After consuming a total of 8,800 units of Iron Ore.
He obtained four different Supermodel Effects.
「Cola Production Line Level 5 Supermodel Effect」: Can choose to produce sugar-free Cola or regular Cola.
「Cola Production Line Level 10 Supermodel Effect」: Consumption can slowly restore stamina.
「Steamed Bun Production Line Level 5 Supermodel Effect」: Can choose two types of fillings—meat sauce or spicy sauce.
「Steamed Bun Production Line Level 10 Supermodel Effect」: Long-term consumption can slightly improve physical fitness.
Chen Mang narrowed his eyes slightly. Not bad. These effects were quite practical. It seemed he'd have to add another meal for the Slaves at noon—more stamina meant they could mine longer.
As for the sugar-free Cola, that was pure nonsense. In the apocalypse, who cared about that? Having something to drink was already a blessing.
The upgraded Steamed Bun Production Line would improve his meals. He could finally eat something with flavor and meat. Eating steamed buns with the spicy sauce Biao Zi brought back last time, or just bread, had nearly made him sick.
Long-term consumption could also improve his physical fitness.
He wondered when he'd get to have something like stir-fried dishes. Although he liked steamed buns, eating them every day was starting to wear on him.
Most of the white-tier Vehicle Components in the 「Stellar」 Train had reached Level 10. Next were the resource-heavy ones, such as... 「Carriage Steel Armor」 and the 「Wind-Fire Wheel」. Just upgrading one Carriage to Level 3 required 10,000 units of Iron Ore.
And he currently had a total of 8 Carriages.
In the open Mine, Doba looked at a human Slave working with brute force beside him and couldn't help but sneer. "This isn't how you mine. There's a technique to it."
"Hold the handle with both hands, one in front, one in back."
"Don't grip the very bottom. When you swing down, don't use all your strength. Let the pickaxe fall naturally with gravity. Don't just use your arms—channel the force from your waist to your arms. You have to..."
Standing nearby, Biao Zi, who was in charge of patrolling and supervising, watched the scene with a slightly odd expression. He lit a cigarette and brought it to his lips without saying a word. This guy really knew how to mine.
But... there was something strange about it.
An elite monster, coming into the Train to be a Slave and mine—it just felt off.
Five days passed , and during this time, life was extremely peaceful.
The Goblin Slaves gradually adapted to life on the Stellar Train.
To be precise, only Doba had adapted to life on the Stellar Train. The other Goblins had no intelligence and only knew to follow Doba's orders, working hard without question. It was now nighttime.
In the No. 7 Human Slave Carriage.
A young man sat in the corner of the Carriage, massaging his shoulders as he complained, "Since those Goblins arrived, our mining hours have gotten longer. Are those Goblins crazy? Mining for sixteen hours a day?"
"How can we keep up with them?"
"Do they even sleep?"
No one had explicitly demanded that they match the Goblins' mining hours, but... when they were about to finish work, the Goblin Slaves were still clanging away, making them unconsciously extend their own work hours.
These newly arrived Goblin Slaves would definitely be promoted to Level 1 Slaves before them.
The Deputy Train Conductor had already clearly defined the promotion system. Once you mined 1,000 units of Iron Ore, you could be promoted to a Level 1 Slave—whether it was Level 1 or Level 2 Iron Ore, it was still 1,000 units. That was roughly 100 days of work, or 60 to 70 days if you worked harder.
According to the rules, these Goblin Slaves would be promoted to Level 1 Slaves in 30 to 40 days.
They really worked like their lives depended on it.
The middle-aged man sitting beside him sighed lightly. "There's no helping it. Goblins are naturally good at mining—it's their specialty. Even before the apocalypse, people who were specialized in their fields were promoted faster than amateurs. That's just how it is."
The young man paused for a moment before whispering, "Uncle Li, didn't Lord Mang kill a Slave back then and get noticed by Master Kun, becoming the head Slave and starting his rise from there?"
"There's no head Slave in the Stellar Train yet."
"Why don't you follow his example and kill a Slave too?"
Uncle Li's face stiffened slightly. He turned to the young man and said hoarsely, "Kill who? Kill you?"
"Are you out of your mind?"
"Back then, Master Kun's Slaves were practically starving to dea
th. Master Kun didn't even give them enough to eat. The Slaves were on the verge of rebellion due to extreme hunger. At that time, they really needed a head Slave to keep the others in line."
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