CHAPTER 534: CHAPTER 283: WHY DISCRIMINATE AGAINST THE FLESH AND BLOOD TRAIN! _4

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"Up...up...down...down..."

A level 17 Flesh and Blood Train was parked inside a cage inlaid with hundreds of thousands of human faces on the wall, and the two giant tentacles extending from the Flesh and Blood Train were rapidly scanning each face.

"9 up, 3 down."

"And the number 1892 etched on the ground, which means the correct sound frequency should be 11352 Hertz."

The boy sitting inside the train cabin laughed.

"Not too difficult, kind of stress-free."

He thought he ought to be the fastest, without a doubt, and it seemed sure that he would smoothly proceed to the third level. Whether he’d be first or fifth was another question.

Only the top five could enter the third level.

The next moment—

"Beep beep beep..."

As his Flesh and Blood Train emitted a piercing sound, all the faces on the wall closed their eyes, and the wall in front slowly opened, revealing a train tunnel.

The train entered the tunnel and moved forward until it saw an abandoned factory upon exiting the tunnel.

And a light screen appeared in front of them.

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"Congratulations, pioneer, reaching here has already proven your strength."

"But—"

"The train is a team; if only the Train Captain exerts effort, this train won’t have much potential. Talent reserving during Doomsday is an inhuman task, yet it’s also a necessity."

"Things are about to get interesting."

"You..."

"..."

"In this level, the Train Captain must stay aboard and cannot go to the factory."

"In fifteen minutes, the first wave of the Corpse Tide will arrive."

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Upon seeing the light screen in front, the smile on the boy’s face gradually froze, his eyes fixated on that small line of text.

"The Train Captain must stay aboard and cannot go to the factory..."

He looked at his train members, numbering zero, and realized the entire train only had him; how could the Flesh and Blood Train have residents?

After a moment.

He attempted to say hoarsely, "Hey, I’m the Flesh and Blood Train. If you don’t let me off, how do I pass this stage? Was there no change made specifically for the Flesh and Blood Train?"

"Hey, can you hear me? I’m saying I’m the Flesh and Blood Train, and there are no residents in this train. Didn’t you consider the Flesh and Blood Train when designing the Adventure Map?"

"Is the Flesh and Blood Train the stepchild?"

He didn’t know who he was talking to.

Nor did he know if anyone could hear him.

But...

He still wanted to struggle as much as possible, considering how quickly and perfectly he had passed the first two levels. He couldn’t be stuck here, could he?

He repeated himself many times, pleaded numerous times, and waited fifteen minutes.

No response came.

But the first wave of the Corpse Tide arrived.

"I’m f**king talking to you!!!"

The boy completely ignored the incoming wave of the Corpse Tide, shouting angrily with agitation, "If you don’t let me off, how am I supposed to pass this level, huh? Tell me!"

"Did your damned Princess Tuo Tuo not consider the Flesh and Blood Train when designing the Adventure Map?"

"Isn’t the Flesh and Blood Train human?"

"There’s nothing in the train job description saying the Flesh and Blood Train isn’t human, so why do we, the Flesh and Blood Train, always suffer such unfair treatment?"

"Including that damned Neon City Adventure Map, why can’t Corpse Flesh be exchanged for Fixed Star Coupon? Where am I supposed to mine for iron ore?"

"If you’re targeting the Flesh and Blood Train so much, why not just delete it!!"

Still no response.

Silent treatment is always the most hurtful.

Even if the light screen cursed back at him, it’d be more soothing to his heart.

Every punch he threw landed on soft cotton, that feeble feeling pushing his emotions to the edge of collapse. He couldn’t be bothered anymore and jumped off the train, determined to force his way into the mechanical factory.

However, as soon as his left foot stepped into the gate.

A light screen appeared before him.

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"Due to the Train Captain entering the abandoned mechanical factory, the task fails automatically for breaking the rules."

"A Teleportation Gate will open in ten seconds and will close one minute later. Please leave quickly to avoid unknown accidents."

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"..."

The boy stood at the factory entrance, halted, and turned back towards the rapidly retreating Corpse Tide, eyes full of despair and reluctance. On what grounds...?"

This is discrimination!

Why discriminate against the Flesh and Blood Train!

Had he known this, he might as well have failed the first level. Now it felt like he was at the college entrance exam, knowing all the answers, writing with divine inspiration, holding the answers in his mind.

Ink in his pen.

Everything perfect.

As long as he submitted, he’d be the top scorer, his life destined for success afterward.

But...

When he was about to write his name on the paper, he was told he couldn’t because he was dark-skinned. Who could he reason with...

He truly wanted to cry.

Really wanted to cry.

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"...Everything’s steady."

At the first level, in the square, a man sitting in the train cabin glanced around at the twenty motionless trains, and with a cold snort, said, "Since nobody’s in a hurry, let’s all wait it out together and see who gets anxious first."

A 48-hour time limit to clear the level.

Three to four hours had already passed.

From the start, all the trains sat here unmoved. Although he couldn’t see the expressions of the Train Captains in the other cabins, he knew what everyone was thinking, just waiting for someone brave enough to fly to the other side of the cliff to see what was going on.

He certainly wasn’t going to be that sucker.