System: My Doomsday Train-Chapter 571 - 289: Speedrun Master! (End-of-month request for monthly votes)_6

Chapter 571: Chapter 289: Speedrun Master! (End-of-month request for monthly votes)_6

Enough to make tens of millions of sets of clothing.

This wood has no other use, and you’re not willing to make a single set of clothes?

Ai, standing beside, spoke through the external sound system echoing across the entire island: "Anyone who can speak, step forward."

The words fell.

Everyone turned their gaze to a middle-aged man at the back of the crowd, who was also wearing beast skin clothing. Taking a deep breath, he walked out of the crowd and faced Chen Mang seriously.

"I am Chen Guanping, a professor at ’West Sea University.’

"In the nearly two years since the crisis hit, I’ve been leading everyone to survive. Everyone respects me quite a bit, so I count as the spokesperson."

"May I ask, are you sent by the Federation Government for rescue?"

"Rescue?"

Biaozi and the others, standing by, exchanged glances upon hearing this, all seeing the confusion in each other’s eyes. What an ancient term, they hadn’t heard the words ’Federation Government rescue’ for a long time.

"..."

Chen Mang looked up and down at the middle-aged man in front of him, confirming that he indeed wasn’t carrying any special tools and didn’t appear to be mentally confused, then said softly: "The apocalypse has arrived, do you know?"

"We know. Nearly two years ago, doomsday came, many of us fainted suddenly, and when we woke again, we were already here."

"Since then, we haven’t seen anyone else."

"Which train’s Train Captain are you? How many slaves do you have?"

"Train Captain?"

The middle-aged man shook his head: "I’m not a Train Captain, nor do I know what a slave is."

"There are so many iron ores in the center of the island, why don’t you dig them?"

"There’s no level 1 mine, and we only have level 1 pickaxes, so we can’t mine ore."

Upon hearing this, Chen Mang fell into silence. This made sense. If they were randomly placed in this golden area right after the apocalypse, it was indeed quite absurd; they couldn’t even mine a single ore, guarding a gold mountain without any success.

"Is the outside world quiet now?"

The middle-aged man asked cautiously, with a hint of hope in his eyes.

"It’s quieted down quite a bit."

"In a few days, it will basically be wiped out."

Chen Mang’s gaze bypassed the middle-aged man, pointing to the steel canisters scattered on the ground not far away: "What are those?"

These steel canisters were very familiar to him.

The bottom was fractured, looking like a large Amoxicillin, painted entirely black.

He currently has two inside his train.

One was found by Biaozi when clearing wasted materials in the city, with some livestock hiding inside at the time.

The other was found by Er Dan in a village at the ’Zombie Basin,’ with some survivors inside then.

This thing is not small in size.

And it can block radar detection. He tested it, even though his target detection radar is already level 100, it still couldn’t detect lifeforms hiding inside the canister. He kept it as a precious item.

And surprisingly, there are hundreds of these on the beach?

"Oh, sir, you’re talking about those."

The middle-aged professor turned back to look at them before hurriedly explaining: "When we suddenly appeared on this island, there was no food. On the beach, we found many broken canisters. Then, many insect eggs surrounded by mucus flowed out of the canisters, looking quite terrifying."

"But in our hunger, these insect eggs became quite a decent supplement."

"These insect eggs are quite large; the small ones are the size of a fist, the medium ones like ostrich eggs, and the bigger ones even as large as a refrigerator."

"At that time, some people had lighters in their pockets, and everyone gathered together, chopped wood on the island, and ate those insect eggs."

"And that’s how we managed to survive."

"Later, we used these steel canisters to make some pickled fish or preserves for storing food."

He was now a little unclear about the identity of these people. They didn’t seem like military personnel, and that mechanical train resembling a dragon didn’t seem like Federation technology either, more like an upgraded version of trains they made using the ’Train Order.’

But he still showed quite respect; after all, those Gatling guns in the hands of the robots and strong men were no joke, truly carbon-based organism slayers.

A single round of bullets.

No one present could survive.

...

"..."

After a long silence, Chen Mang finally pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and softly exhaled smoke: "Didn’t eating them kill anyone?"

"No, it’s all protein. How could it kill anyone?"

"How’s the taste?"

"It’s meaty inside, the texture is nice, but I couldn’t tell what kind of meat it was, the taste was rather fishy. Later we dried some sea salt, and the taste improved a bit. Although unprocessed sea salt shouldn’t be used long-term, we couldn’t care about that at the time."

"After you killed the insect eggs, did anything drop from them? Like Murphy Stones or tokens?"

"No, there wasn’t."

"Not bad."

Chen Mang nodded slightly, and said softly: "You turned a Doomsday Train into wilderness survival."

He finally understood what those steel canisters were for.

He also finally understood why this golden area had no monsters on the island.

Only some monsters in the sea.

Those steel canisters were used to transport insect eggs, ensuring the eggs could fall safely on the planet from outer space, cracking and releasing the eggs upon landing, ready to dominate!

But...

Unfortunately, against all odds, the insect eggs on this isolated island were barbecued by this group of starving survivors.

Consider it preemptively nipping the threat in the bud.

Otherwise, as long as even one monster hatched, no survivor on this deserted island would have survived. Luckily, the sea monsters didn’t attack the island, or else everyone here would be dead too.

In a world running around seeking survival.

This group started wilderness construction here, not sure if it’s a good or bad thing.

He pointed again to the houses built from wood not far away.

"You built those houses too?"