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Chapter 513 Talent
The stone platform is adjacent to the estuary, where the terrain is flat and open, with abundant aquatic plants. The river water, full of silt, flows into the ocean, creating a scene where yellow and blue meet.

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The lush reeds were ablaze, and the flames pierced the sky through the train windows, illuminating Li Sheng's figure.

Three full minutes had passed since the train arrived at the station.

At this moment, he was sitting in the ninth carriage, having switched to his three-meter-tall insect form. His right arm was inlaid with a steel flag spear like a hidden blade, and a backup hidden energy source was installed under the armor on his back. Its remaining power level was displayed as 10%.

The insect armor was damaged in many places, the ape-man's degenerate gun ran out of bullets, and the white fox shikigami, frog god, and six-armed snake demon summoned by the Heat Death Corridor all died. Their corpses lay in the damp sand below the platform, slowly dissipating and returning to the Heat Death Corridor.

Besides him, there were other superhumans sitting in the carriage.

The White Horse Tombstone was exhausted, the ink on Reyes's tattoo had dried up, Claudia had regressed into her bat form, and Wanli Fengdao had changed into a new outfit, painfully stroking the Dragon Slayer Sword, which had several nicks in it.

At the other end of the carriage, the Mushroom King's two machetes were broken, and its form had shrunk to the size of a Cowardly Mushroom from Plants vs. Zombies. The Centipede Octopus in the fish tank had exhausted its spiritual energy and floated listlessly on the surface of the water.

The quiver that Rabbit Ranger Cotton Moon was carrying was empty, and the Griffin Griffin sitting next to her had inexplicably lost many feathers from its neck—all of the eagle feathers had been plucked by Cotton Moon, who had run out of arrows, to serve as disposable short arrows.

This can be considered a newly discovered immortality force field mechanism, meaning that body parts that passengers voluntarily separate will not be restored by the force field.

The reason is simple: if a passenger wants to trim their nails, that's fine, but what if the passenger wants to use the restroom, and the contents of their stomach and intestines are considered part of their body?
The scene was too beautiful to look at.

In short, the two groups of superhumans, along with the astronaut who served as the mission tool [Annihilation Device], sat in the front and back rows of the carriage, respectively, sandwiching the Skeleton Knight who was already in the ninth carriage.

Or rather, they deliberately hid in the Skeleton Knight's "territory".

Rewind three minutes. Players from two main universes are stationed at the front and back of the train, trying to stall for time and wait for it to restart, just like before.

However, Alpha Python was not a disgrace like Gray Rain, an intelligent mechanical being that hadn't even finished junior high school. Based on the player's behavior patterns, it quickly mastered the operation mechanism and utilization method of the Immortal Force Field.

Whenever a superhuman uses their most powerful technique to inflict damage, it will move its body close to the train and instantly heal its injuries, making it impossible for the player to trade blows.

As for comparing who can burn through energy, that's like a eunuch visiting a brothel—utter nonsense.
The Alfa Romeo is equipped with a nuclear fusion engine, making its energy virtually inexhaustible; even electricity meters would have to be turned upside down if connected.

Five people sat in a row at the internet cafe, and the more they played, the more silent they became.
When the time was two and a half minutes, the two players, who had died dozens of times and were only kept alive by the Eternal Life Field, simultaneously crawled into the ninth carriage where the Skeleton Knight was located.

And this did indeed work.

A dense array of robotic arms blocked the carriage doors from both ends, each arm tipped with a honeycomb-shaped hexagonal nozzle, ready to launch ultra-high-temperature plasma streams at any moment.

The skeleton knight remained silent, then suddenly stood up, and all the players in the carriage stood up at the same time.

The robotic arm at the front of the vehicle was forcibly pushed aside, and the beverage truck drove smoothly towards us.

The skeleton knight took a cup of grape-colored, purple-hued gas from the beverage cart, returned to his seat, and quietly savored it.

It was unclear what kind of physiological structure lay beneath the black armor, but purple gas poured into the open esophagus, producing a refreshing sound of bubbles bursting.

Having just used up a lot of energy, Li Sheng reached for the beverage cart, but before he could even touch it, the cart offered him a cup of tree sap mixed with high-concentration cream and honey.

Uh. Since I'm an insect, do you give me tree sap? If I were a robot, would I need enriched uranium?

Hey, uranium, americium, radiation has arrived.

Li Sheng silently accepted the tree sap drink and began to sip it.

At this moment, the front and rear carriage doors of the train slowly closed, the Alpha Python retracted all its mechanical arms, and watched as the green train restarted and leaped away from this place.

This was not the end, nor even the beginning of the end. Ten minutes after the train leaped into a desolate wasteland, those two bright, eye-like searchlights shone once more in the distance behind them. "Hehehehe."

Wanli Fengdao suddenly laughed with relief. Oversized, with unlimited energy, a continuous laser beam, ultra-long-range teleportation, and unfathomable health. Even the most hardcore online game developers wouldn't dare put this thing in a game.

What else is there to say? Just surrender!

The other players all looked ashen-faced. The centipede used its last remaining psychic power to manipulate the water and make a triangle gesture towards the sky—which in their world would mean giving the middle finger.

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The Skeleton Knight put down the antique-looking enamel teacup, stood up and walked to the car door, and said before Li Sheng could, "My friend's friend is not my friend, so I won't help you deal with that mechanical life form just because you know a reindeer."

I haven't said anything yet.

Li Sheng scratched his head, his fingernails scraping against his chitinous armor, sparks flying, and tentatively asked, "How about we offer some compensation?"

He decisively opened the automated warehouse and took out a bunch of products with the labels still on, including but not limited to children's calcium and bone supplement powder, X-ray machines for physical examinations, horse feed, and two large boxes of blue and yellow WD-40 multi-purpose lubricant.

"I can understand the use of X-ray machines for physical examinations, for mass production of explicit photos."

Wanli Fengdao gradually understood Li Sheng's thought process and asked in a low voice, "What is this lubricant used for?"

"You don't understand, do you? This stuff is an American version of Indian herbal oil. It was originally produced by the American rocket chemical company RCC to clean and remove rust from missiles. However, it was found to have an overly broad range of effects, including water resistance, lubrication, dehumidification, rust prevention, cleaning, and noise reduction."

Its uses include, but are not limited to, firearms and rocket maintenance, furniture and appliance repair, car maintenance, pet grooming, and crime scene cleanup. It is truly an essential medicine for home, travel, and even for cover-ups.

Li Sheng said in the tone of a live-streaming sales advertisement: "The elderly people in my downstairs community generally suffer from osteoarthritis, rheumatoid arthritis, and frozen shoulder. They have even stopped doing square dancing. I sprayed some WD-40 magic oil on them, and they immediately got better. Now they are doing square dancing in the community before dawn."

Wanli Fengdao subconsciously said, "Are the old folks in your neighborhood Cybertronians? No, what I should be complaining about is why you support square dancing that disturbs the peace. It's so immoral. Copy the 'Noise Pollution Prevention and Control Law' a hundred times, a hundred times!"

The griffins, unaware of the "Noise Pollution Prevention and Control Law," thought to themselves, "This skeleton's aura is unfathomable, its sword-wielding movements are mysterious and indescribable, reaching the realm of the Unreal. How could it possibly be bought off by some mundane thing? Holy crap, it actually was!"

The skeleton knight paused for a moment, took the bone-strengthening powder, X-ray machine, and horse feed from Li Sheng, flipped his hand, put these items into his pocket space, and then said indifferently, "I'll get off at this stop, which can help you delay the mechanical life for 5 minutes."

200 kilometers east of the platform, there is a killing field safety zone similar to your human slums.

However, only native species of the killing field are eligible to activate it.

"Uh, not a native species of the killing field, but is a bachelor's degree acceptable?"

Li Sheng took out a brand-new visa for foreign undergraduate talents from the warehouse. "I can talk about it, and I can love the battlefield."

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The skeleton knight remained silent, his empty eye sockets clearly conveying a look of disdain. It was as if he were saying, "You wretched Earthlings, here comes the slaughterhouse to beg for food."

"That's okay."

Li Sheng awkwardly put away the visa, thinking of the Entropy Cloud preserved in the Heat Death Corridor. That thing should be a 100% native species of the killing field, right?
The train slowly slowed down and came to a stop. The doors opened, and accompanied by the clanging of armor, the skeleton knight stepped out of the carriage and used a spatial slash to cut off the heat rays that were blasting in from a great distance.

Like Moses parting the sea, the intense heat split in two, plunging into the soil on both sides of the train and scorching out various colored glass.

Thick smoke billowed as the skeleton knight stood leaning on his sword, saying without turning his head, "You have four minutes and fifty-seven seconds left. Now's the time to run."

(End of this chapter)