CHAPTER 150: CHAPTER 116: "ISN’T IT JUST SPINNING? WHAT’S ALL THE FUSS ABOUT!

Wait a minute—

A flash of insight suddenly crossed Chen Mang’s mind: if he were to activate the train blade at the same time as starting the "Train Stunt" Death Spin, wouldn’t that significantly increase the power?

The entire train would be like a giant and high-speed rotating crossbow arrow, straight towards the monster!

Level 10 train blade, Level 10 drill, Level 6 armor.

With this combination, the drill and blade would achieve more than a simple additive effect. Turning them on would indeed increase the power significantly.

"Theoretically feasible."

Chen Mang nodded, but he was unsure how effective it would be in practice. Once there’s an opportunity, he plans to try it on a large monster.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a group of residents on the open land, all frozen in place, their bodies stiff. He frowned slightly.

What’s going on here?

Were they poisoned?

...

"Um..."

After an unknown amount of time, Old Pig was awakened by the heat of the cigarette burning his fingers. He quickly threw the cigarette on the ground and stuck his fingers in his mouth to cool them off, still muttering in shock: "Biaozi... did you see? Did the Constant Star Train just... start spinning?"

"I saw it."

Biaozi took a deep breath. His mouth was slightly sore from being open for so long. After swallowing a few times, he rubbed his throat and hoarsely said, "It did spin. I’m... I’m kind of bewildered."

"What do you mean..."

"I was also a train captain, but in my memory, the train shouldn’t be able to spin. This is a bit beyond my understanding."

"Could it be a feature unique to Level 4 trains?"

Old Pig gazed blankly at the Constant Star Train, quietly parked on the wasteland, as if it had never moved at all. If he hadn’t clearly remembered that moment, he’d have suspected it was an illusion.

"I don’t know."

Biaozi shook his head: "I was only a train captain of a Level 2 train, and it wasn’t long before it perished. How could I know what a Level 4 train can do, but I’m sure of one thing..."

"Even if it is a Level 4 train, it shouldn’t be able to do what Master Mang just did, right?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"If every train could do what Master Mang just did, then we wouldn’t be the only ones in this resource area; others would have come long ago. That drone is probably from another train trying to see which one is mining here."

"Makes sense."

Then Old Pig took a deep breath, looked at the residents frozen in place for a long time without moving, and shouted, "Stop gawking and get to work!"

"So what if it spun? Don’t make a fuss over nothing!"

"Get to work quickly, especially you 400 newcomers; you are at Level 3 resident treatment. If you slack off, you don’t have a treatment level to be demoted to. Those who can’t be demoted will be sold directly to other trains unless you want to be sold."

With that said.

The residents immediately withdrew their gazes and suppressed the shock in their eyes, then began working harder. The greater the power of the train, the stronger their chances of survival!

When they were slaves on other trains, their main concern wasn’t food, as the train captain wouldn’t let them starve; however, they wouldn’t be fed much when not mining.

Their main concern was the train’s downfall.

If the train perished, they might be lucky enough to be accepted by another train and continue being slaves.

If unlucky, they would likely meet their end.

But the power displayed by the Constant Star Train made them feel extremely secure; who wouldn’t want to stay on such a safe train during the apocalypse, especially with such good treatment.

Especially those four hundred who recently joined the Constant Star Train.

They were now hurriedly swinging pickaxes, mining iron ore as fast as possible, fearful of being sold if they worked too slowly. They’ve seen the treatment residents receive on the Constant Star Train—in other words, they’re no longer slaves, but residents.

Only then did they realize how miserable their past lives had been!

That despite the apocalypse and being slaves, life could be this good!

Eating 20 slices of bread a day—to the brim, with fillings inside—and even having a promotion system. Those who mined more not only got better treatment but even their own houses and could buy cigarettes, meat, and many things they wouldn’t have dared to dream of as slaves.

Is this truly the apocalypse?!

This is basically paradise!

Now, none of the 400 plus people had thoughts of causing trouble. They just wanted to hurry and mine their way to Level 1 resident treatment, so they could earn extra "Fixed Star Coupons" every day.

Being sold to other trains would mean returning to suffering.

To be precise, it was more than 300 people, as more than 40 of them chose to sell meat.

But unlike before, on this train, it’s a choice they can freely make.

...

"Minds among the populace do need some guidance."

Old Pig glanced at the residents working hard to mine in the distance and smiled with satisfaction. People never just kept their heads down grinding away when mining, as it surely gets boring; they occasionally chat to lighten the mood.

He deliberately scattered the 400 people among the crowd.

As they chatted, they talked about how miserable they used to be, and how wonderful life is on the Constant Star Train.