CHAPTER 522: CHAPTER 280: WITHERED WOOD SPRING. _4

He now doesn’t even want to stop for Level 3 iron ore, those one or two million units of iron ore are just a drop in the bucket, it’s better to let the residents rest for a while, so they’ll dig more vigorously when they encounter high-grade ore.

"240 million units of iron ore..."

"If used to buy bread, it could buy 2.4 billion slices, enough to feed so many people..."

...

Time passed quickly.

Soon it was 48 hours later. During this time, the Target Detection Radar detected an unexploited Level 3 iron ore nearby, but they didn’t go to mine it. Although he said he wasn’t interested, in reality, if they couldn’t find other ore, they would still dig it.

However, because the residents had been continuously mining for a month, they were indeed a bit tired from digging and needed a few days of rest.

"..."

At this moment, it was late at night with stars filling the sky. All the residents had returned to their living areas, while Chen Mang sat in the train car, looking at the continually flashing red token in the drawer.

Soon, they would head to the "Withered Wood Spring" Adventure Map.

To be honest.

It’s been quite a while. Ever since meeting Er Dan, he hadn’t ventured into an Adventure Map. He was only responsible for developing outside, and exploring the Adventure Maps had been handed over to Er Dan.

His think tank stood in the train car as well, seemingly slightly nervous, waiting for the opening of this Adventure Map.

Li Shiji, Old Pig, Mr. Li, Biaozi, Ai, and others.

Of course.

Biaozi didn’t count as a think tank, he was just there to make up the numbers.

"Master Mang."

Li Shiji was the first to speak: "Ever since you mentioned this ’Withered Wood Spring’ Adventure Map to me two days ago, I’ve been thinking about it. First of all... the train level range in the red zone is basically between Level 15-18."

"Trains of this level, based on my estimation, even if not in the first echelon of the Doomsday Train, are definitely close to the first echelon."

"In other words—"

"These trains are certainly few in number, but as long as a train fails at the first level in this Adventure Map, a crisis would befall this area, which is extremely unreasonable."

"So the difficulty of the first level is not low."

"With this kind of gameplay, if there are 20 people who pass, there would need to be at least 100 who don’t, and the corresponding red zones for these 100 should have already been destroyed by various crises."

"This exists as an unreasonable scenario both data-wise and logically."

"So I think those three ’crisis events’ are very likely to be clues to the second level..."

"That’s a bit far-fetched." Old Pig slightly frowned and said: "Not a bit, it’s really too far-fetched. How could those three crisis events be related to the second level? From my perspective, this is simply some kind of cruel selection process orchestrated by that ’Tuo Tuo’ Mechanical Little Princess."

"Using this method to select the brightest person."

"But if she wants to select smart individuals, why stir up trouble in the regions? According to her gameplay, if a train fails a few times, all the trains in the corresponding red zone would be doomed."

"Maybe... those three crisis events are just superficial, not that strong, but simply meant to increase participants’ psychological pressure? To make participants feel a pressure that if they fail, others would die because of them?"

"Hey, Pig Deputy Captain, your explanation is quite interesting." Biaozi looked at Old Pig in surprise. He had never thought about it from this angle, and Old Pig’s words suddenly felt like an enlightening revelation.

He wasn’t a think tank, more of a warrior.