After exiting the map of the Goblin Ruins.
Chen Mang didn’t linger for long and directly activated his "Civilization Order" on the Shahe Plain: the sooner it’s used, the sooner it cools down.
A teleportation gate with a black edge and a starry center slowly appeared in front of him.
It was extremely tall.
It was over thirty meters high, almost enough for a massive truck to drive through it vertically.
Accompanied by the sound of a whistle, the Constant Star Train immediately entered the giant teleportation gate, quickly entering a pitch-black space, with no sign of light or sound around.
It was as silent as being in outer space.
As the teleportation gate slowly closed behind.
The "Resource Detection Radar" began to buzz frantically; there wasn’t a single mine underground, they were all open-pit, and there were many of them.
Chen Mang looked at the over a hundred red dots representing mines on the Resource Detection Radar, his mouth subconsciously dropped open, his eyes filled with shock. This was his first time seeing so many mines.
It’s like a kitten falling into a fishmonger’s cage, or a mouse falling into an oil vat.
Couldn’t dig it all, simply couldn’t dig it all!
Chen Mang looked at the few lines of text that appeared on the control panel screen.
"This place is the Goblin Tomb."
"Remaining time 47:59:38."
He could only stay here for 48 hours.
He then took a deep breath and, without hesitation, quickly turned on the headlights, illuminating the surroundings, and pushed the control lever violently forward. Since there are only 48 hours, to maximize the harvest, he must find higher-level iron mines, like level 3 mines.
Currently, there are level 2 mines all around, but since they’re so dense, how could level 3 mines be far off?
The work efficiency of the train’s residents was already maxed out, but finding level 3 iron mines could increase the output tenfold again.
He saw level 3 iron mines on the Resource Detection Radar, and there were two adjacent level 3 mines. He immediately stopped the train.
A message rang in the ears of all train residents.
"From now on, everyone works continuously for 48 hours; cola, food, and water are supplied unlimitedly and for free."
"Sleep after 48 hours." The rightful source is novel fire.net
Immediately, he saw a large number of train residents already rushing out with pickaxes, their faces full of excitement, running towards the mining area.
Chen Mang looked out the window and sighed with some regret. Actually, he wanted to say earlier that everyone should have three cigarettes each; this thing is great for staying alert. However, tobacco is a non-renewable resource, and the train didn’t have much of it at the moment. After dividing three per person, there wouldn’t be much left.
Although he could collect quite a bit of tobacco every time he went to the city.
But after all, it is a non-renewable resource, using one less each time.
Don’t know if there’s anything like a Cigarette Production Line, since there are already beer production lines, there should be a cigarette production line, right?
Can only stay here for 48 hours.
Then why sleep? Of course, no sleeping, even with unlimited cola supply. Although they will be exhausted during the last dozen hours of excavation, but... overcome it, and dig as much as possible.
It’s not every day that they can eat meat, so when they can, eat vigorously; why think about eating meat at this moment.
If when he leaves this space, he leaves all these train residents here, prepares enough food and water for them, and then next time he comes in, takes the train residents away, he wonders if it’s possible.
This space doesn’t have a single monster, his Target Detection Radar never went off, it’s considered safe.
But it probably won’t work.
Still immersed in the emotions of seeing the goblin murals, Doba didn’t rush out first as soon as the train doors opened this time. With some gloominess, he jumped off the train with the crowd, but when he saw the scene before him.
In the distance, that... pitch darkness and unknown depths.
The uneven, pitted ground beneath his feet, the familiar decaying smell in the air, and looking down at the half-pick handle exposed above ground, dazed for a long while before looking up at everyone and muttering.
"I don’t remember dying..."
"If I didn’t die, how did I get back?" Doba stood there confused for a long time, then turned to look back at the Constant Star Train behind him and the train residents not far away eagerly mining with their pickaxes, realizing slowly.
"Human prophets seem to be more powerful, huh..."
"Can you even enter places ?"
Previously, every time he died, he would enter this space. The other members of his tribe would fall into a slumber in this space upon death, only he remained conscious, picking away at this area slowly by himself.
He hadn’t found a level 3 pickaxe then, only a level 1 pickaxe.
He didn’t know how long he had been digging.
He didn’t feel tired either.
Every time he died and came back, he continued digging, and over an unknown period, he’d forgotten the concept of time, until finally one day, a goblin train was built.
He remembered he was very excited at that time.
Driving the goblin train, he dashed back and forth in the silent space, excitedly sharing his enthusiasm with his tribe members; although they were asleep and couldn’t hear him, he didn’t care.
Later on, the goblin train became increasingly powerful, upgraded to a level 2 train, and every time he went on missions, he returned flawlessly. He was very excited, as if when the goblin train was completed, the goblin civilization hadn’t perished completely.