Inside the "Train Radio".
Everyone was still discussing the goblin incident from a few days ago, and so far no one had found that elusive goblin rchant. Besides, it seed like the corpse tide had beco more violent these past few days, only that...
It wasn’t just attacking trains and humans anymore; it was launching sieges against other lonely monsters as well.
Of course.
None of this had much to do with Chen Mang. No matter how dark the skies were outside, he just needed to focus on developing in this Doomsday Abyss at ease. This geographical location ant it was almost absolutely safe. Except for the goblin monster encountered a few days ago, no one else had co here.
"..."
Chen Mang stood inside the train room, looking at the score of "Constant Star" on the regional rankings.
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"The overall score is... 1491 points."
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Ranked 46th on the leaderboard, having moved up one rank, mainly due to the bonus points from those hundred plus goblin slaves. These hundred plus goblin slaves were currently officially recognized as "survivors" on the train panel.
This was a bit surprising to him.
He initially thought he found a loophole or a bug, but he didn’t expect the train to actually acknowledge the identity of the goblin slaves.
The sky was just beginning to brighten.
Chen Mang took a bottle of chilled Cola from the fridge, sipped it lightly, and stood by the window, looking at those hardworking goblin slaves at the open-air iron mine. Everyone was working diligently.
These days, he actually wanted to find a lazy slave to make an example out of, but for so reason, not a single one slacked off.
He constantly felt that the process was incomplete.
Couldn’t soone ss up, so he could make an example out of them?
He looked down at the cool Cola in his hand. This thing, during doomsday, truly was a good item for replenishing sugar. Then he placed the bottle of Cola on the table beside him and walked straight towards compartnt 4 "Life Carriage," planning to use the remaining iron mines to upgrade the "Coca-Cola Production Line" and the "Stead Bun Production Line" both to Level 10.
Parts of white quality consud far fewer resources to upgrade than other quality parts.
After consuming a total of 8800 units of iron ore.
He gained four different supermodel effects once more.
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"Coca-Cola Production Line Level 5 Supermodel Effect": Can choose to produce sugar-free Cola or regular Cola.
"Coca-Cola Production Line Level 10 Supermodel Effect": Consuming it can slowly restore stamina.
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"Stead Bun Production Line Level 5 Supermodel Effect": Two kinds of fillings available, at sauce or chili sauce.
"Stead Bun Production Line Level 10 Supermodel Effect": Long-term consumption slightly increases physical fitness.
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"..."
Chen Mang squinted slightly; not bad, these effects were quite practical. It seed like he should add another al for the slaves at noon, so they could recover more stamina and mine longer.
As for the sugar-free Cola, that’s just nonsense. It’s the doomsday, who cares about such things? Having a drink is already a luxury.
The upgraded effect of the stead bun production line could improve his diet, and he finally could eat sothing with flavor and at. Before, he was constantly eating plain stead buns with chili sauce that Biaozi brought back last ti, or just bread, which he was getting sick of.
Long-term consumption could also slightly enhance his physical fitness.
It’s just that...
He’s not sure when he might have sothing like stir-fried dishes. Although he did like stead buns, eating them every day was indeed hard to bear.
As of now.
Inside the "Fixed Star" train, most of the white-quality vehicle accessories had already reached Level 10. Next would be so resource-intensive parts, such as the "Wagon Steel Armor" and the "Wind-Fire Wheel", with the forr requiring ten thousand units of iron ore just to upgrade one wagon compartnt to Level 3.
And he now had a total of 8 compartnts.
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"Foolish humans."
On the open-air mine, Doba looked at a human slave next to him laboring with brute force and couldn’t help but sneer, "That’s not how you mine. Mining has its techniques."
"Hold the handle with both hands, one hand in front, and one at the back."
"Don’t grip the lowest part, and don’t use your entire strength when you’re swinging down. Let the pickaxe head drop naturally with the inertia of gravity, and don’t just use arm strength; transfer the force throughout your body along the waist to your arms. You need to..."
Biaozi, standing nearby, responsible for patrolling and supervision, observed this scene with a slightly odd expression. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and brought it to his mouth without speaking. This guy really knew a thing or two about mining.
But... there’s always sothing strange about this.
An elite monster, running to the train to beco a slave and mine, just looked utterly bizarre.
...
In this way, five days passed, during which life remained extrely calm.
The group of goblin slaves gradually adapted to life on the Fixed Star train.
No, actually.
To be precise, only Doba adapted to life inside the Fixed Star train; the other goblins lacked intelligence and only knew to follow Doba’s orders and work diligently. It was now nightfall.
And within the No.7 human slaves’ compartnt.
"Mr. Li."
A young man sat in the corner of the compartnt, kneading his shoulder while complaining, "Ever since those goblins arrived, our mining hours have increased. Are those goblins crazy, mining for sixteen hours a day?"
"How can we keep up with them?"
"Do they not need sleep?"
Nobody required them to keep the sa mining hours as the goblins, but... just as they were about to finish work, those goblin slaves still kept tirelessly mining, causing them to subconsciously extend their work hours.
According to this trend.
This batch of goblin slaves would certainly be promoted to Level 1 slaves before them.
The Deputy Train Captain had already clearly stated the promotion system: as long as they mined 1000 units of iron ore, they could be promoted to Level 1 slaves, whether it was Level 1 iron ore or Level 2, in any case, it was just 1000 units, roughly around 100 days. If they sped up and worked harder, it could be sixty or seventy days.
By this rule, these goblin slaves could be promoted to Level 1 slaves in thirty or forty days.
They really worked as if their lives depended on it.
"Mm."
The middle-aged man sitting nearby sighed softly, "Nothing we can do, those goblins are naturally skilled in mining, it’s their profession. Even before doomsday, professionals advanced faster than us amateurs, it’s perfectly normal."
"What I an is..."
The young man paused slightly, then whispered, "Mr. Li, wasn’t it by killing a slave that Master Mang was noticed by Master Kun and beca the head slave here? That’s how he started his rise, didn’t he?"
"Right now, there isn’t a head slave in the Fixed Star train."
"So maybe you should do the sa, Mr. Li, and kill a slave?"
"..."
Mr. Li’s face slightly stiffened, turning his head towards the young man, his voice hoarse as he spoke slowly, "Kill who? Kill you?"
"Are you crazy?"
"Back then, Master Kun’s slaves were barely surviving from hunger, and Master Kun didn’t even give them a full al. The slaves were perpetually on the edge of rioting due to excessive hunger. At that ti, there indeed was a need for a head slave to suppress people for Master Kun."
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