At the end of December, Bai Weishuang took Mu Bai home, and Shi Jinzhe, who hadn't rested for more than four months, also took Shehe back to the original world.

When Shehe first saw the bustling street, she was still a little unaccustomed to it. After experiencing the delicious food and the high-speed rail she missed several times, Shi Jinzhe went to the Players' Rest City with her again.

The once-empty city was now filled with people. Shi Jinzhe led her to the top floor of a tall building, where they looked out at the panoramic view.

“A new city is under construction, and the system is capturing players faster than we thought. In addition, many veteran players also live here, so one city is far from enough.”

"How's the dungeon clear rate?" Sheh didn't care much about these things and hadn't asked about them in a long time.

Shi Jinzhe: "Below the level of the old players, the cutoff of their connection with the outside world makes some people lack the motivation to clear the game. They are only willing to clear the game because they don't want to die too miserably."

Shekh: "We still don't have enough of a sense of crisis."

A virtual screen appeared in front of her, displaying a dense list of dungeon names. Sheh found an ongoing dungeon and told Shi Jinzhe, "I'd like to enter this dungeon."

After saying that, the person disappeared.

The copy of "The Jealousy Train".

A green train sped through the mountains shrouded in thick fog, and at the junction of the carriages, Shekh landed lightly.

There was a bloody smell in the car. She stepped over the severed limbs on the ground and walked towards the next carriage.

The shivering passengers huddled in a corner, and Shech walked slowly among them, checking the number of times the players on the train had completed the game.

She wore a black high-necked long dress, and her smooth, curly long hair was neatly combed into a loose low bun before she left the house. As she walked down the aisle, people noticed a thin, white-gold snake-shaped decoration at the end of her hair, which, though tightly wrapped, could not conceal her calm and eerie aura.

Shekh's appearance made the players more cautious. Something was definitely amiss, so they only glanced at him before quickly looking away.

Yuan Zhen crouched in the gap under the old-fashioned seat, her head lowered, not daring to look up even when she heard footsteps.

On this train are monsters dressed in human skin, with enviable appearances. Their every move makes people sigh at their beauty. The strange thing is that once you have such a thought, intense jealousy will take over your mind.

The more jealousy there was, the stronger the monster became. Many people had already died in the back carriages, each with a different death—some missing limbs, others losing eyes or ears.

But these aren't the real challenges. The real challenge is that every time someone dies, an extra carriage is added, and new monsters are born in these new carriages and keep moving forward. If this continues, they'll never reach the back of the train to complete their mission.

The wheels of the car made a rhythmic clattering sound. Yuan Zhen, with the mindset of giving up the clues rather than looking up, curled up like a quail.

Soon, she felt a gaze fixed on her. The cold look above her sent chills down her spine, and she lowered her head further, praying that the woman in the aisle would stop looking at her.

Bloodstained footprints passed in front of her, and seeing that Shekh had walked past, Yuan Zhen's slowed breathing was able to continue.

That's great, as long as she doesn't get noticed.

"Lift your head up."

The sudden female voice overhead startled Yuan Zhen, who let out a short, sharp cry of surprise. Her trembling voice cast a shadow over the quiet carriage.

"look up."

Yuan Zhen's face turned deathly pale, and she dared not move. When she saw the shoe tip turn towards her, her body trembled even more, and she dared not move her eyes any further.

She knew she was being watched. She should use items or skills to save herself, but she couldn't muster any strength. She was scared!

Shekh looked at her for a few more seconds, and seeing that Yuan Zhen wouldn't look up even when she was dead, and showed no intention of trying to save herself, he turned and left.

Yu Guangli's skirt spun around, and Yuan Zhen realized that the woman in the aisle had left. Only then did she dare to move her body slightly and stick her head out to peek at her back.

This time she really left; she went into the next carriage.

Relieved, Yuan Zhen looked away, but her gaze inadvertently met that of the player sitting diagonally opposite her. The player covered her mouth, turned her head away in avoidance, and dared not look at Yuan Zhen.

Yuan Zhen frowned, not understanding what the other person meant. She shrank back into a quail again as she leaned out. Suddenly, her chin brushed against something cold and soft.

She looked down in a daze, and there lay a stunningly beautiful face beneath her.

"So beautiful..." she said, as if she were in a daze.

The flat monster revealed a sinister smile, its long, sharp fingernails tearing open Yuan Zhen's skin and peeling off her scalp, which was covered with long, black hair, leaving her unable to move.

After eating and drinking to its heart's content, the monster tidied its newly grown hair, twisted its body, and crawled out from under the seat, its pitch-black eyes, devoid of whites, fixed on the direction Shekh had left.

“…I need this.”

Schech was patrolling the next carriage when he saw the serial number above it changing.

Another carriage was added, and the girl died.

She failed to improve after four dungeon runs, relying on meager points to survive until now; her life can be taken back.

Shekh walked through another carriage. The area ahead hadn't been attacked by too many monsters yet, so the players inside were relatively relaxed and had the leisure to take a few more glances at Shekh.

Shekh nodded; they had found the right place.

Instead of hurrying to find clues on how to get to the back of the train, we just wait here, thinking that every extra moment we live is a moment more, and every minute we earn is a minute more. By the time they start moving, this instance will be over.

The game aims to solve problems; if a problem cannot be solved, a new player is switched.

Schech moved his wrist, and the fog outside the car window thickened.

She stood in front of the connecting door, which was tightly closed. Monsters were rushing towards her from outside, and panicked cries for help were interspersed among them. Players who just wanted to survive this dungeon had no choice but to flee towards the front of the vehicle.

The players in the carriage got up from their seats and retreated, with only a few preparing to attack.

Shekh memorized the faces of these people, placed his hands in front of him, and completely ignored the panic behind him.

"Everyone."

Hearing her speak, the huddled crowd turned the doorknob quickly, their faces grim, trying to get to the front of the carriage.

The doorknob was spinning so hard it was practically sparking, but the door showed no sign of opening. The players blocking the doorway frantically pounded on it, only to find the glass windows covered with metal, completely blocking their way.

"I have some good news for you."

The monsters and fleeing players behind Shekh were already close to the gate on her side.

She spoke slowly and deliberately, "From now on, the time for this instance will be shortened from four days to twenty-four hours."

Schech turned the doorknob behind him and opened the door.