My Doomsday Train

Inside the "Train Radio."

A group of people were still discussing the goblin matter from a few days ago. To this day, no one has found the elusive goblin tycoon. Besides that, it seems the zombie tides have become even more violent these past few days.

They're not just attacking trains and humans anymore, but also launching encirclements against other lone monsters.

Of course.

These things don't have much to do with Chen Mang. Let the outside world be covered in dark clouds, he just needs to develop in peace in this doomsday abyss. This geographical location means it's almost absolutely safe. Except for the goblin monster he encountered a few days ago, no one has come here since.

“. . . ”

Chen Mang was in the train compartment, looking at the "Stellar"'s score on the regional leaderboard.

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"Overall score is 1491 points."

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It's ranked 46th on the leaderboard, up one spot. The main score increase came from those hundred-plus goblin slaves. At this moment, the official identity of these hundred-plus goblin slaves on the train panel is "Survivors."

This was a bit unexpected for him.

He originally thought he had found a loophole or a bug, but he didn't expect that this train would actually recognize the status of these goblin slaves.

At this time, the sky was just slightly bright.

Chen Mang took out a bottle of iced cola from the refrigerator, took a small sip, and stood by the window looking at those goblin slaves working diligently in the open-air iron mine. Everyone was working very hard.

These days, he's actually been wanting to find a lazy slave to kill as a warning, but for some reason, no one is slacking off.

It makes him feel like the process isn't complete.

Can't there be someone blind who lets him set an example?

He looked down at the cold cola in his hand. This thing is really good for replenishing sugar in the doomsday. Then, he put the bottle of cola on the table and walked straight to Car No. 4, the "Living Car," preparing to use the remaining iron ore to upgrade the "Cola Production Line" and the "Steamed Bun Production Line" to level 10 as well.

"Cola Production Line Level 5 Supermodel Effect": Can choose to produce sugar-free cola or sugared cola.

"Cola Production Line Level 10 Supermodel Effect": After consumption, can slowly restore physical strength.

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"Steamed Bun Production Line Level 5 Supermodel Effect": Can choose two kinds of fillings: meat sauce, spicy sauce.

"Steamed Bun Production Line Level 10 Supermodel Effect": Long-term consumption can slightly increase physical fitness.

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“. . . ”

Chen Mang's eyes narrowed slightly. Not bad, these effects are quite practical. It seems that he has to add another meal for the slaves at noon, so they can recover more physical strength and mine for longer.

As for that sugar-free cola thing, it's pure nonsense. It's the end of the world, who cares about that? It's good enough to have something to drink.

The effect after upgrading the steamed bun production line can improve his diet. He can finally eat something with flavor and meat. He's been eating steamed buns with the spicy sauce that Ci Biazi brought back, or bread, and he's almost tired of it.

Long-term consumption can also increase his physical fitness.

But.

He doesn't know when he can have stir-fried dishes. Although he also likes to eat steamed buns, eating them every day is really a bit unbearable.

As of now.

Most of the white-grade vehicle components in the "Stellar" train have actually reached level 10. Next are some resource hogs, such as the "Carriage Steel Armor" and "Firewheel." The former requires 10,000 units of iron ore just to upgrade one carriage to level 3.

And he now has a full 8 carriages.

“Stupid humans.”

On the open-air mine, Doba looked at a human slave working hard with brute force beside him, and couldn't help but sneer and say, “Mining isn’t done this way. There’s a trick to mining.”

“Hold the handle with both hands, one hand in front and one hand behind.”

“Don’t clench it at the very end. And when you swing down, don’t use all your strength. Let the pickaxe fall naturally with the inertia of gravity. And don’t just use the strength of your arms, transfer the strength of your whole body along your waist to your arms. You have to . . . ”

Biazi, who was standing aside in charge of patrolling and supervising, looked at the scene in front of him, his expression slightly strange. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and put it to his mouth without speaking. This guy is indeed good at mining.

But . . . there's always a strange feeling.

An elite monster came to the train to be a slave and mine. No matter how you look at it, it's weird.

In this way, five days passed. These five days have been extremely peaceful.

The group of goblin slaves gradually adapted to the life in the Stellar train.

No.

To be precise, only Doba has adapted to the life in the Stellar train. The other goblins have no intelligence and only know how to follow Doba's orders and work hard. At this time, it is already night.

And in Car No. 7, the human slave carriage.

“Uncle Li.”

A young man was sitting in the corner of the carriage, hammering his shoulders, complaining, “Since that batch of goblins came, our mining time has become longer. Are those goblins crazy? Mining for sixteen hours a day?”

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“How can we compare to them?”

“Don’t they need to sleep?”

No one asked them to maintain the same mining time as the goblins, but . . . they were all ready to get off work, but those goblin slaves were still mining with a crackling sound, which made them unconsciously extend their off-work time.

According to this trend.

This batch of goblin slaves will definitely be promoted to level 1 slaves earlier than them.

The deputy train conductor has already clearly stipulated the promotion system. As long as they mine enough 1000 units of iron ore, they can be promoted to level 1 slaves, whether it is level 1 iron ore or level 2 iron ore, anyway, it is 1000 units of iron ore, which is about 100 days. If they are faster and work harder, it will be sixty or seventy days.

According to this rule, this batch of goblin slaves will be promoted to level 1 slaves in thirty or forty days.

They are really working like crazy.

“Yeah.”

The middle-aged man sitting beside him also sighed softly: “There’s no way. Those goblins are naturally good at mining. It’s their profession. Even before the doomsday, people whose professions matched their jobs progressed faster than us outsiders. This is normal.”

“What I mean is . . . ”

The young man paused slightly and then whispered: “Uncle Li, didn’t Mang Ye kill a slave that day and was valued by Lord Kun to become a slave foreman, and then started his career?”

“There is no slave foreman in the Stellar train yet.”

“Why don’t you follow suit, Uncle Li, and kill a slave too?”

“. . . ”

Uncle Li's face froze slightly. He turned his head to look at the young man and slowly said in a hoarse voice: “Kill who? Kill you?”

“Are you crazy?”

“At that time, Lord Kun’s slaves were almost starving to death. Lord Kun didn’t even give them enough to eat. The slaves were always in a state of riot due to excessive hunger. At this time, a slave foreman was indeed needed to suppress the people below for Lord Kun.”