Train Survival: One colored hexagon per level!

Behind Wang Rong, the members of the Crimson Legion clapped and cheered excitedly.

The rewards Lu Xingyuan obtained from the dungeon were incredibly generous!

No one could resist being moved by it!

If they hand over all of it, each of them will be able to get a share and make a fortune!

"You still don't understand him at all. How could he possibly surrender so easily?"

Wang Tianhua shook his head, thinking that Wang Rong was being far too naive.

If Lu Xingyuan had been so obedient, he wouldn't have had to endure so much hardship.

These words immediately caused Wang Rong's expression to change slightly, and her smile vanished instantly.

She looked at Lu Xingyuan.

Lu Xingyuan smiled and nodded:

He's right.

"Then kill them!"

Wang Rong wasn't the type to hesitate, and she made her choice immediately.

Since Lu Xingyuan is determined to stand against her, then she shouldn't blame her for being impolite.

However, before they could even make a move, a strong distortion occurred in space, engulfing them all.

Their faces were filled with terror as they struggled and screamed:

"What's going on?!"

"What happened?"

"No!"

"..."

When Wang Rong regained consciousness, she found herself in an underground prison.

The place was gloomy, damp, and dark, with a chilly, damp feeling. The air was filled with a stench of feces, urine, vomit, and rotting corpses, making her want to vomit.

Her posture was even stranger; she was kneeling on the ground with both hands pressed tightly against the ground.

Just as she was about to look up and see what was going on, a whip suddenly lashed out at her.

Snapped!

The whip ripped her already tattered clothes to shreds, striking her skin hard and leaving a deep, bloody welt!

She instinctively let out a scream:

"what!"

The pain was so intense that I was sweating profusely!

"asshole!"

She couldn't stop cursing, gritting her teeth.

The first person I thought of was Lu Xingyuan.

Could it be that he was behind all of this?

But she quickly dismissed the idea, because Lu Xingyuan was kneeling on the ground not far from her, in the same posture. However, compared to her confusion and panic, Lu Xingyuan appeared very calm and composed, as if he had already figured out what was happening.

"How many times must I teach you, you lowly slaves, before you learn to obey the rules?"

A rough female voice rang out; it was the culprit who had just whipped Wang Rong.

She was a burly woman with dark skin and bulging muscles.

She was clad in black soft armor and held a leather whip made of some unknown material, which still reflected a layer of oily sheen even in the dim environment.

Wang Rong immediately realized what was going on; they had started the platform challenge.

This golden platform should be a story-driven platform.

Their current status seems to be... slaves?

Once Wang Rong understood this, she immediately became obedient and dared not make any more rash moves.

If Lu Xingyuan is like this, what right does she have to be dissatisfied?

Be patient for now, slowly look for an opportunity, and once you find it, get rid of Lu Xingyuan as soon as possible!

"Today, each of you must hand over five obsidian stones!"

The female supervisor brandished her leather whip, creating a series of sharp cracks in the air, which exerted a strong psychological pressure, instantly making the atmosphere in the room somewhat oppressive and somber.

"If we can't finish it... hehe, you know the consequences."

After the briefing, the female supervisor waved her hand, signaling her subordinates to lead them to the work area to begin their tasks for the day.

"Hurry up, everyone, and get to work! Don't even think about slacking off!"

There were four supervisors, all holding leather whips, with fierce expressions, urging them to hurry up.

Lu Xingyuan obediently followed the group forward.

Teemo was shielded in front of him.

Both men were dressed in slave clothes, tattered and barely covering their bodies.

Besides the train conductors, there were also many indigenous people on this platform.

They are all veteran employees; they don't need supervisors or urging to do things.

Arriving at the warehouse where the tools were stored, I held a pickaxe in my left hand and carried a basket on my back in my right. Then I silently followed the group forward, like a screw on an assembly line. I had no feelings, nor did I need any. Endless numbness was the best medicine here; otherwise, it would be too painful.

"Boss, you should use this one. It looks more effective."

Timo specially picked one out for Lu Xingyuan.

He didn't feel much.

As long as he could stay by Lu Xingyuan's side, he would feel happy no matter where they went.

Then, he picked out another one for himself.

The huge pickaxe and the tiny boy looked completely out of place.

After choosing their tools, the two followed the group forward.

Behind him, Wang Tianhua deliberately slowed his pace and came up to Yuan Shan.

He lowered his voice and asked in a concerned tone:

"Shan, are you alright? Don't be afraid, I'm here. I'll protect you and keep you safe... Ouch!"

Before he could finish speaking, a leather whip lashed down on his body.

A deep, burning welt immediately appeared on his arm!

"Stop talking nonsense! Now behave yourself! You lowly slaves deserve a beating!"

A venomous glint flashed in Wang Tianhua's eyes.

But after glancing ahead at Lu Xingyuan, who was silently following the main force, he immediately calmed down.

Lu Xingyuan didn't make a fuss, so what reason did he have to lash out?

Let's hold back for now!

As the saying goes, "the nail that sticks out gets hammered down," and he didn't want to be that nail.

Seeing this, the others also quieted down.

Before they understand the current situation, they'd better not take any rash actions.

As they left the underground prison, the pungent, fishy smell lingered in their nostrils before their view suddenly opened up.

The city-state before me resembled a gray behemoth crouching in the valley, with rough stone walls, low towers, and deep alleyways beneath Gothic arches.

The stone path was covered with a thin layer of moss, and the clanging of the blacksmith's shop mingled with the faint smell of animal dung, filling the air with a uniquely medieval roughness and melancholy.

Before they could think any further, they were taken to a nearby hilltop.

The mountain was completely black and barren.

It stands alone on the earth, without ridges or gentle slopes, only cold, hard obsidian ridges piled up from the foot of the mountain to the summit, like a huge black tombstone.

When sunlight shines on it, it doesn't reflect warmth; it's simply swallowed up.

This is Obsidian Mountain—a living vein of minerals, a dead mountain.