My Doomsday Train

“Clang, clang, clang!”

The night was as dark as ink, so thick it seemed to swallow the entire world.

Across the boundless wilderness, a train resembling a steel behemoth roared forward.

The sound of the train wheels colliding with the ground was like a symphony played by nameless heroes in the night.

With each impact, the carriage trembled incessantly.

“Huff.”

Inside the carriage.

Chen Mang was curled up on a straw mat in the corner, trying his best to synchronize his body with the constant jolting of the carriage, hoping to alleviate some of the nausea, like on a ferry.

The light inside the carriage was extremely dim.

There were no windows, and the carriage roof was fitted with two faint light bulbs.

A thick, acrid stench permeated the air, a concoction of sweat, foot odor, the smell of feces and urine, vomit, and other odors, its potency comparable to, or even surpassing, that of an outhouse in the dog days of summer.

He had managed to claim a relatively clean spot in the corner, but even so, his face was still faintly pale.

Three days.

In these past three days, he had consumed only two cups of muddy water mixed with sand and two pieces of moldy bread, and nothing else.

The carriage, only 3 meters wide and 10 meters long, was packed with over 100 people, each of them driven mad with hunger.

If he hadn't been guarding the straw beneath his buttocks, these straw would have already been snatched up and eaten by these ravenous wolves.

These people were practically insane.

This was the third day since he had transmigrated to this world.

A world reduced to post-apocalyptic ruins, having lost its basic order.

Just then—

A burly man, reeking of filth and dressed in tattered clothes, had somehow moved to his side, his eyes greedily fixed on the straw beneath Chen Mang, his voice hoarse as he said, “Brother, move over a bit, you can't possibly use all that straw yourself.”

Seeing that Chen Mang didn't react, he licked his lips and looked at the crowd, “What do you all say?”

However, the next moment, his voice abruptly stopped.

Chen Mang, who had been sitting in the corner, suddenly sprang up, pinning the burly man beneath him.

Before the man could react, Chen Mang tightly gripped the sharpened tree branch in his hand and thrust it straight into the man's eye socket.

Once, twice, three times.

After four times.

Chen Mang stopped; he didn't have much strength left, he had to conserve it.

The man was struggling violently, like a chicken with its throat cut.

Chen Mang didn't speak, but sat on the man's body, using his hands to strangle the man's neck.

After several dozen seconds, when the man's body had completely gone limp, he finally raised his head, his eyes filled with ferocity, and scanned each person around him.

Until everyone subconsciously avoided his gaze.

Only then did he kick the man's corpse aside, sit back down on his straw mat, and try to keep his chest from rising and falling too much, so as not to appear too weak.

In the dim light, the surrounding people had witnessed this scene with their own eyes.

No one made a sound, but the hint of greed that had just surged in their eyes quickly dimmed, and they unconsciously moved as far away from Chen Mang as possible.

For a moment.

In the originally crowded carriage, the area where Chen Mang was sitting actually had a relatively spacious space.

“.Huff.”

Chen Mang leaned against the iron wall of the carriage, hid the sharpened branch under the straw mat.

If he had killed any slower, he might have been the one to die.

These people were no longer human, they were a pack of ravenous demons.

Once someone took the lead.

The evil thoughts in these people's hearts would be infinitely amplified.

He felt a little panicked, and his hands and feet were trembling slightly, but he couldn't show any discomfort at this time, otherwise these people would swarm him like hungry wolves.

It wasn't just about the benefit of a straw mat, but also his flesh, which was noticeably cleaner than theirs.

With the death of this burly man.

The carriage once again fell into a silent stillness, no one spoke, no one had the strength to speak, they were still saving their strength, but—

The next moment—

The door at the connection of the carriages was pushed open.

Bright light poured in from outside the door, and three men with pistols on their waists and batons in their hands walked in expressionlessly, their steel boots trampling on everyone in the carriage without any hesitation.

And these people didn't dare to make any sounds of dissatisfaction or pain.

They walked all the way to Chen Mang's side.

The leading man first looked down at the corpse, then looked at Chen Mang sitting on the straw mat, and said expressionlessly, “Did you kill him?”

Then, before Chen Mang could reply.

The man waved his hand.

The two men behind him stepped forward, raised their batons, and continuously smashed them down on Chen Mang's body, each strike with full force.

Chen Mang could only curl up in the corner, trying his best to protect his head, biting his teeth tightly, not making a sound.

After a full minute of beating.

The batons in the hands of the two men stopped.

The leading man looked at Chen Mang, who was curled up in the corner without saying a word, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and he sneered coldly and said in a hoarse voice, “Everyone here is Master Kun's slave, you've got guts to kill someone here.”

“You're tough enough.”

“But you're lucky, Master Kun has taken a fancy to you, from now on you'll be the leader of this batch of slaves.”

“You're in charge of this batch of slaves, but you'll be fully responsible for any problems like them being lazy in their work.”

Then he waved his hand, and the subordinates behind him quickly returned to the bright carriage, took out a bag of pickles, two slightly moldy steamed buns, and a bottle of mineral water, and threw them on Chen Mang's straw mat.

And in front of everyone.

He threw the corpse out along the carriage connection before closing the carriage door again.

Inside the carriage, darkness returned once more.

Only the clanging sound continued.

Heading towards an unknown distance.

After these people left.

Chen Mang gritted his teeth and got up from the ground, sat back on the straw mat, leaned against the iron wall of the carriage, tore open the small bag of pickles in front of him, and slowly tore and chewed on the two slightly moldy steamed buns.

Warm.

Although it couldn't be considered delicious, it was, after all, warm steamed buns and pickles, and they tasted much better than the previous moldy bread slices.

The moment the warm steamed bun entered his mouth, his palate even felt a slight pain because it was too hungry and unable to chew such dry food.

He twisted open the mineral water and drank half a bottle in one breath.

One steamed bun into his stomach, he didn't feel any fullness, but he did feel that his physical condition had recovered a lot.

“.”

Chen Mang's eyes narrowed slightly, staring straight at the carriage connection.

The moment the carriage door opened just now, he saw that the carriage in front not only had bright daylight lamps, but also many rows of seats.

There were about twenty or so thugs sitting on them.

When he was being beaten, those thugs turned around and looked at him as if they were watching a show, constantly talking and laughing.

He guessed right.

The reason why he suddenly killed the burly man was not only to protect himself, but also because he knew that in this kind of environment, these rulers often needed a lower-level manager, and he didn't see the existence of this person in this carriage.

He needed this position, and the carriage in front also needed him.

This position would allow him to access more information.

From the beginning when he was abducted into this carriage and learned that their destination was a mine, he knew that even if he killed someone, the people in the carriage in front would most likely not kill him.

After all, killing him would be a loss of two slaves, and not killing him would only be a loss of one slave.

And inside the carriage.

Chen Mang could vaguely see countless pairs of greedy eyes staring closely at the steaming steamed bun in his hand, the sound of throats rolling was like the chirping of cicadas in summer, rising and falling, but no one dared to step forward.