The entire scene looked quite orderly and harmonious.
All the Goblin Slaves swung their pickaxes at the same time, and at the same rhythm of the chant, they brought them down, creating a visually pleasing and somewhat surreal artistic atmosphere.
As for the human Slaves.
Perhaps influenced by the atmosphere, they gradually joined in the rhythm of the chant, responding loudly in unison.
"I'm gonna shout an eight, mining needs to be steady."
Chen Mang stood expressionless by the window, observing for a while before taking a sip of water to moisten his mouth, sighing lightly, and picking up the walkie-talkie on the control panel: "When lunch is served, give Doba a special treat."
He was genuinely worried.
Shouting all day, his Slaves would surely get parched. They should drink more water. Doba really had an eye for work.
It made him feel a bit embarrassed.
Doba truly expected him to help rebuild the Goblin civilization. It was clear that Doba took this matter seriously and genuinely believed he could do it.
That was just something he made up on the spot. Human civilization couldn't even be rebuilt, let alone Goblin civilization. Now, with Doba's work attitude, he had to think about how to fulfill his previous promise.
He had fooled many people in his life.
But he had never fooled a fool.
He always felt a strong sense of guilt and unease when it came to deceiving fools.
"My moral standards are still too high."
Chen Mang clicked his tongue, silently admiring his own moral standards, then turned and sat back at the Train's control panel. He glanced at yesterday's harvest—many blueprints required Iron Ore to craft, so he'd have to wait until today's mining was done.
He had nothing to do at the moment.
So he opened the "Train Radio" to continue lurking. Ever since the last trade, he hadn't spoken in the Train Radio, but he had been silently watching others chat.
Today's "Train Radio" seemed different from usual.
Military books in twelve volumes, each volume had his name.
The words "Stellar Train" appeared on the public screen a bit too frequently. Nearly everyone discussing him, and it had been going on since last night, with thousands of messages already.
Chen Mang looked at the scene in front of him, murmuring in a daze. He just got a boss first kill, that's all. Was it really necessary to discuss it for thousands of messages? Were these people really that bored?
Couldn't they focus on something more important?
He took a deep breath, lit a cigarette, and took a bottle of iced cola from the Refrigerator. Then he scrolled back to last night's chat records, preparing to go through them one by one, to see how everyone was evaluating him.
Some were surprised, some shocked, some jealous, and some were analysts.
"Soda Train": "That Stellar Train is only a level 2 Train. What are the chances of it getting a level 3 boss first kill? Most likely, it took advantage of a situation, like when a level 3 Train and the boss were both severely injured, and Stellar Train swooped in to claim the kill. Pure dumb luck."
Chen Mang casually glanced at this message in the Train Radio, not getting angry over it. A man who gets angry over someone's unfriendly comment is childish and immature. He just took out a small notebook from the drawer and wrote down the name "Soda Train."
He even added a bracket with the note, "Malicious speculation."
He also saw the Train Conductors of "Bloodthirsty Mad Cow Train" and "King of Electronic Music Train" speaking up.
These two Train Conductors were quite interesting.
The Train Conductor of the Bloodthirsty Mad Cow Train was extremely excited, though it was unclear what he was so worked up about. He kept saying he had seen the Train Conductor of Stellar Train in person, had traded with him, and kept praising him, saying he had a heroic aura from the very first encounter.
It was clear this guy's vocabulary was limited—he used all the compliments he knew in his life, and even repeated them several times.
Chen Mang felt a bit embarrassed just reading it. He just got a first kill, it's not like he became invincible. There was no need to praise him so much.
Perhaps the guy's exaggerated praise had provoked the displeasure of a level 3 Train Conductor.
"Ziyun Train": "Enough already. Bragging all night about a level 3 boss first kill. If you're so great, have him bring his Train over and let's see if he can take me on. Do you think he dares to speak loudly in front of me?"
Chen Mang extinguished the cigarette butt in the cola can and calmly started writing in his notebook again.
"Ziyun Train, arrogant tone, wants to challenge me with his Train, and asks if I dare to speak loudly in front of him."
There'll be a chance.
Before heading to the advanced regions, he would definitely take his Train and confront this Ziyun Train. If he doesn't turn your Train into scrap metal, he'll take your surname.
As for the Dwarf Man Train Conductor of "King of Electronic Music Train," he was even more bizarre.
He kept rambling in the Train Radio, saying that he and Chen Mang were like-minded.
Who the hell is like-minded with you?
That woman he gave you, he never even touched her. He just handed her over from the Bloodthirsty Mad Bull without a second thought.
What kind of lunatic is this? Even if we were like-minded, is that something you need to keep bragging about repeatedly? Why don't you just make a plaque with those words and hang it on the front of your Train?
Ward off evil and pray for blessings.
Are there any normal Train Conductors left in this wasteland?
Have all these people gone mad under the pressure of the apocalypse?
After going through all the chat records one by one, Chen Mang put the notebook back in the drawer. He only noted down the names of these two Trains. Most people were still quite friendly.
There's no need to offend people for no reason by saying something harsh. Why seek that kind of attention?
But some people just can't control their mouths.
Especially that "Ziyun Train."
These people are really bored. A small level 3 boss first kill, something he didn't even care much about, and they've already discussed it for thousands of messages. They must really have nothing better to do.
In the blink of an eye.
Night fell, and the Slaves began queuing up with their pickaxes to receive their food, starting their evening meal.
Inside the Train, Chen Mang stood by the window, looking at the scene, deep in thought. It was about time to put the "Train Rules" on the agenda. These days, the Train had been developing in a wild, unregulated manner, and many things had been selectively ignored.
A socialized group must have rules to facilitate management.
At the same time, he should formalize the titles.
It can't always be a ragtag group—at least on the surface, it shouldn't look so makeshift.
two mines in the Doomsday Abyss, along with the newly acquired level 2 copper mine, are fully excavated, he'll handle both matters at once. By then, the Train should already be a fully equipped level 2 Train.
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