The whole scene looked quite orderly and harmonious.

All the goblin slaves simultaneously swung their pickaxes, then simultaneously smashed them down to the beat of the chant. It was quite pleasing to the eyes, carrying a surreal and hazy artistic atmosphere.

As for the human slaves,

perhaps infected by this atmosphere as well, they gradually joined the chant, responding loudly.

"I want to shout an eight, mining needs to be steady."

"Luo hei..."

...

"..."

Chen Mang stood by the window, expressionless, observing for a moment before taking a sip of water to moisten his lips. He sighed lightly and picked up the intercom on the control panel: "During lunch, prepare a little extra for Doba."

He was genuinely worried.

After shouting all day, these slaves would have dry throats; they should drink more water. Doba... that guy really knows how to work.

He even felt a bit embarrassed.

Doba genuinely hoped he would help rebuild goblin civilization. It was clear that Doba had taken it seriously and truly believed he could do it.

But...

only he knew.

That was just bullshit he spouted to deceive them. Human civilization couldn't be rebuilt; where would they rebuild goblin civilization? Now with Doba's work attitude, he had to think about how to fulfill his initial promise.

He'd deceived quite a few people in his life.

But he had never deceived a fool.

There was always a strong sense of guilt and anxiety when deceiving a fool.

"The moral standards are still too high."

Chen Mang clicked his tongue, silently admiring his moral standards before turning back to sit by the train control panel. He casually glanced at yesterday's harvest, noticing that many blueprints required iron ore to be crafted, which would have to wait until today's mining was completed.

He didn't have much to do now.

He could only open the "Train Radio" and continue lurking. Since the last transaction, he hadn't spoken on the Train Radio but had been silently watching others chat.

Just...

today's "Train Radio" seemed different from usual.

Twelve military books, each bearing his name.

The words "Constant Star Train" appeared on the public screen with some excessive frequency, nearly everyone discussing him, and it had been that way since last night, with thousands of messages already.

...

"Goodness..."

Chen Mang gazed at this scene in front of him, murmuring with some confusion. He had only gotten a boss's first kill, was it necessary for thousands of discussions? Did these people have nothing better to do?

Could they focus on something serious?

"Phew."

He took a deep breath, lit a cigarette, and took a bottle of chilled cola from the fridge. Then he began to scroll through last night's chat records, preparing to slowly read them and see how everyone was commenting on him.

Some were surprised, some were shocked, some were jealous, and there were analysts as well.

-

"Soda Train": "That Constant Star Train is only a level 2 train; do you think the odds are high for it to snag the first kill of a level 3 boss? It's likely it took advantage of a situation, maybe a level 3 train fought the boss to mutual destruction, and the Constant Star Train just happened to pick up the scraps, pure luck."

-

"..."

Chen Mang casually glanced at this message on the Train Radio and didn't get angry. A man who gets angry over an unfriendly comment is immature. He only took a small notebook from the drawer and wrote down the words "Soda Train."

He even drew a bracket, inside which he noted "Malicious Speculation."

He also saw mentions from the captains of the "Bloodthirsty Bull Train" and the "King of Electronic Music Train."

These two train captains were quite interesting.

The captain of the Bloodthirsty Bull Train was extremely excited, not sure what he was excited about, repeatedly claiming he had seen the Constant Star Train captain himself and had traded with him, continuously praising him, saying he knew from the first meeting that he was an extraordinary individual with the aura of a hero.

It was obvious this guy lacked cultural sophistication, using all the words he knew to praise repeatedly.

Watching him felt a bit awkward; he only got a first kill, not became invincible. No need to praise so much.

But...

perhaps the outrageous praise from this guy stirred discontent from a level 3 train captain.

-

"Purple Cloud Train": "Enough, boasting all night over a level 3 boss's first kill from pure luck. Why don't you have him drive the train over and crash into me? See if he dares to speak loudly in my presence?"

-

"..."

Chen Mang extinguished the cigarette in the cola can and once again calmly recorded in the notebook.

"Purple Cloud Train, arrogant tone, wants to drive the train and crash into me, even asking if I dare to speak loudly in front of him."

He will have the chance.

Before heading to the advanced area, he would undoubtedly drive the train to meet the Purple Cloud Train and crash into it. If he didn't smash it into scrap, he'd change his surname to match theirs.

Darned kid, quite tough.

As for the "King of Electronic Music Train" captain, that dwarf man train captain, he was even more bizarre.

He kept mumbling on the Train Radio about being a kindred spirit.

Who the hell is a kindred spirit with you?

He hadn't even touched the woman given to him, not even when he got her from the Bloodthirsty Bull, just passed her straight on without touching.

What the hell kind of lunatic is this? Even if they were kindred spirits, is it something worth boasting about repeatedly? Why don't you just make a plaque with those words and hang it on your train's front?

Exorcise evil and pray for blessings.

Are there any normal train captains on this wasteland?

Have these people been driven insane under the high-pressure environment of Doomsday?

...

After reviewing all the chat records one by one, Chen Mang put the small notebook back in the drawer, having only noted the names of these two trains. Most people were still quite friendly.

Indeed.

Being snarky and offending someone without reason wasn't necessary; why steal that spotlight?

But some couldn't control their mouths.

Especially that "Purple Cloud Train."

It had to be said.

These people were truly bored, over such a minor level 3 boss first kill, something he didn't even care about; they could discuss thousands of messages. They really had nothing better to do.

...

In the blink of an eye,

it was dark. A group of slaves also started lining up one after another with their pickaxes to receive food, beginning their dinner for the day.

"..."

In the train compartment, Chen Mang stood by the window, watching this scene, silently pondering that it was about time to put the "Train Rules" on the agenda. The train had been running in a state of wild development these days, with many things ignored intentionally.

A socialized group must have rules to facilitate management.

At that time, the titles should also be formally changed.

They couldn't always be a makeshift team; it should at least not seem so on the surface.

When the two mines from Doomsday Abyss and his newly acquired level 2 copper mine were fully mined, he'd handle these two matters together, and by then, it would almost be a fully equipped level 2 train.

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