MDT Chapter 175 Part 2 (Patreon)

Chapter 175 Part 2: The Day Recklessness Died

"Terrifying, so terrifying."

Inside the Reckless Bull, the man was fleeing at top speed, his face a mask of fear. Someone had given him the Stellar's coordinates, and since he was nearby, he had rushed over in excitement!

A Level 6 train!

Daring to compete with his Level 8 train for the tobacco business!

It was asking for death.

If he didn't teach it a lesson, it wouldn't know its place!

And then…

Just as he arrived, he witnessed an utterly shocking scene. The Stellar had fucking... started spinning!

Not figuratively—it was literally spinning!

And it had instantly killed a Level 8 zombie boss.

He had originally wanted to show the Stellar what "reckless" meant—after all, it was right there in his train's name. Now, he didn't need to show them anything. He just needed to run for his life. Ironically, he had suddenly forgotten the meaning of the word entirely.

After a frantic sprint of over ten minutes.

Seeing that the Stellar wasn't pursuing him.

The man, his back drenched in cold sweat, let out a long sigh of relief, his hands trembling slightly. He had to thank that zombie. If it hadn't tested the waters for him, he would probably be buried by now.

He remembered there had been another train on the Train Radio, cursing the Stellar along with him, just as viciously.

It was called the "Anime Train."

He was about to find that train on the leaderboard to warn it not to mess with the Stellar—the Stellar could instantly kill a Level 8 zombie—but… after scrolling through the leaderboard for a long time, he couldn't find the "Anime Train" anywhere.

"Gone?"

A horrifying possibility quickly dawned on the man. Could the Anime Train have already gone looking for the Stellar and been destroyed?

But he remembered that the Anime Train was part of the "Tianping" organization, with several other trains in its group.

He searched the leaderboard for those trains as well.

And so.

Without exception, they were all gone.

This was serious. The Stellar was far more terrifying, far more absurd than he had imagined.

"…"

The man collapsed into his chair, his expression shifting from pale to grim. He gritted his teeth and sent several messages in the Train Radio chat box.

"Reckless Bull Train": Captain of the Stellar, I was wrong! I shouldn't have insulted you the other day—I don't know what got into me. Please, just let me go, I—

"Reckless Bull Train": I'm begging you, sir. I'll never cross you again.

"Reckless Bull Train": "…"

He sent seven or eight messages of apology and admission of fault in a row.

It was humiliating, with everyone watching.

But he had no choice.

His private messages to the Stellar's captain went unanswered, so he couldn't continue the private chat. He could only speak on the Train Radio. He just hoped the other party would see his messages and let the matter drop. He was a little scared…

But he wasn't sure if the other party would see them.

He decided to send a few messages now and then to make sure they would.

Soon—

Many people in the Train Radio chat room were asking what was going on, and a few train captains he was on good terms with sent him private messages asking what was wrong. He didn't reply in the public chat room, but he answered all the private messages.

With just one sentence.

"He's powerful, I can't beat him."

Simple and direct.

He was indeed powerful. Besides admitting defeat, what else could he do?

…..

Chen Mang paid no mind to the small interruption, simply piloting the Stellar back to the Level 3 iron mine to resume the day's mining.

It had to be said.

The residents had been thoroughly tempered. When they saw the zombie horde charging toward the train from a distance, with a zombie over ten meters tall among them, few even stopped their work, their faces showing no fear.

They just worked while looking up at the distant zombies, their eyes full of curiosity.

The Stellar's illustrious combat record had given these residents absolute trust in the train.

Chen Mang glanced at the busy residents outside the control car, stretched his muscles, then stood up and walked to the "Combat Training Virtual Space," preparing to try the Biohazard map.

Although a Train Captain didn't need particularly high comprehensive physical fitness.

A little higher wouldn't hurt.

He had a mech dream, too. He wanted to take that thing for a spin.

As the word "Biohazard" in front of him dissolved into white dots, a familiar scene appeared. Although it was his first time in this map, he had watched Biaozi clear it many times.

A slowly rising elevator.

The dim, flickering lights inside.

"Thud."

The next moment, a heavy object fell on top of the elevator, followed by a monster's roar. The elevator was stuck between the 7th and 8th floors.

Chen Mang looked down at his palms. The sense of realism was strong; it felt no different from reality. He kicked the elevator door, jammed a steel pipe from the side into the gap to pry it open, and with a stylish turn, landed smoothly on the seventh floor.

His training in the combat training virtual space these past few days had paid off.

His movements were more agile.

"Thud!"

Finding a fire axe, he kicked open the fire escape door. Chen Mang swung the axe in his hand, smashing a zombie's head open. He couldn't help but smile, wiping the viscous, foul-smelling blood that had splattered on his cheek. He hefted the axe in his hand and charged in again!

It had been a long time since he'd felt the thrill of killing a zombie with his own hands!

How should he put it?

Compared to slaughtering zombies with autocannons, this felt more involved, more satisfying to kill.

…...

"Hmm."

Lao Zhu stood inside a refrigerator, looking at the several decayed corpses before him. After a long hesitation, he looked up at Xiao Ai. "Chief Ai, do we still need a medical examiner?"

In the laboratory of the "Geocentric Nuke" encounter map, they had brought back the bodies of several human researchers who had committed suicide. Boss Mang had told them to find a former medical examiner among the residents to estimate the time of death.

But whether it was the monsters killed by Biaozi and the others in the map.

Or the bodies of these researchers.

After being brought out of the map, they had all begun to decay rapidly, until they became dried corpses, looking like they had been dead for at least several thousand years.

"Boss Mang says no."

Xiao Ai shook its head. "He wants you to continue classifying the 1,900-plus survivors."

"Got it."

Lao Zhu nodded and strode toward Carriage #11. He needed to record the pre-apocalypse profession and special skills of each of the 1,900-plus survivors in a file. It might not be immediately useful, but if they ever needed certain talents, they could be directly deployed from the database.

"Resident number 1998."

In Carriage #11, Lao Zhu sat at a table with several clerical staff. A few sentinels stood behind them. He looked at the burly man before him and said, "Pre-apocalypse profession, any special skills?"

Behind the burly man was a long line of people.

A Mechanical Eye was placed on the side. All the information collected today would be recorded and stored in Chief Ai's database for future reference.

Lao Zhu still had to conduct the interviews himself.

After all, many people didn't actually know what their special skills were. This required guidance and discovery.

"I used to work in the funeral business. We had to set up sheds for funerals, and I was the lead. I never lost a shed-off."

"A shed-off?"

The burly man nodded cautiously, then took a deep breath and slammed his head on the table with a dull thud. He lifted his head again, and blood streamed down from his forehead.

"We had to perform hardcore stunts for the sheds. I can do it all—smashing beer bottles on my head, breaking fluorescent tubes on my back, sticking steel needles in my flesh, the crane centipede."

"I was an enforcer on my last train."

"What's a crane centipede?"

"You pierce your back with eight steel rings, run steel cables through them, and then have a crane lift you into the air."

"…"

Lao Zhu was silent. The table was a solid steel one made by Boss Mang. This guy was something else. He recorded the man's number and specialty in his notebook before saying, "Next."

"Number 1999."

The Mechanical Eye would record.

He would also record some special talents in his notebook.

"I…" A rather handsome young man stepped forward from the crowd and said cautiously, "Chief Zhu, I was a novelist before the apocalypse, a writer. Besides horror, I can write basically any genre."

"Special skills?"

"I can write 20,000 words a day."

Lao Zhu silently made another note. "Write the beginning of a new novel for me in the next two days."

The residents needed some entertainment to balance work and life. If the novel was good, he'd have this guy write every day. After it was finished, the residents could read it as a form of entertainment.

He wouldn't have to do anything else, just write 20,000 words a day.

This kid was quite handsome.

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