Chapter 215
The train sped onto the floating track, creaking and groaning unbearably. Below, it was pitch black, like a bottomless abyss.
Brian, who had successfully grabbed the roof of the car, pulled the young man over with the rope. He was holding his breath and his face was not very good.
The blond mercenary had grown accustomed to being pampered and having a smooth life since the game's arrival, but ever since he met Yan Chuyi, he'd been used as a punching bag twice! Twice!
Brian originally wanted to reprimand the young man and tell him not to launch a sneak attack again, or at least to discuss it with him before launching one, but the next second he realized that Yan Chuyi's condition was not right.
The young man's face suddenly turned pale, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. Brian had a strong sense of déjà vu; Yan Chuyi had been in the same state when he saw the tragically murdered couple in the dodgeball game!
"Are you alright? Hey! Yan!"
Suddenly, the sky darkened.
It wasn't that the sky was gradually darkening after the sun had set; the darkness was so sudden and unexpected that it instantly drew everyone's attention to the window.
The noisy discussions inside the train immediately ceased.
Everyone stared wide-eyed in horror out the window, breaking out in a cold sweat, almost thinking they were hallucinating.
"Oh God..."
What did they see?
A giant... hand?
Five fingers, fair skin, clear palm lines and knuckles, so large that even the fine hairs are clearly visible—it is undoubtedly a human hand.
But this hand is so big it can cover half the sky!
The giant hand spread its five fingers and pressed down straight down from the clouds, causing the thin track to sway and become unstable, accompanied by a howling hurricane.
The entire train immediately began to sway slightly, like a grasshopper hanging on a spider's web, almost derailing. The passengers inside were swayed from side to side by the enormous inertia, their hearts nearly leaping out of their throats.
"What exactly is that thing, a giant??"
"Damn! I remember now! This was the first guy to appear!"
When the train first appeared, the sky and earth were shrouded in shadow. A curious gaze looked down from above and stared intently at everyone. The wind howled, the earth trembled, and an indescribable sense of oppression made it almost impossible for anyone to stand upright.
When train number 7721 appeared, they jokingly said that the dent in the middle of the carriage looked like it had been pinched by a hand. Some people said that such a big hand could probably crush them like mosquitoes. And it turns out that was really the case!
Now, they are experiencing that fear again. To make matters worse, they can't use skills and items.
A massive, all-encompassing shadow loomed overhead, engulfing the plains, the hills, the train, and the tunnels from left to right—reaching them almost instantly!
In the critical moment, Brian manipulated lightning to strike the palm, the paralyzing effect forcing the giant hand to pause in mid-air before it suddenly recoiled in pain.
A roar came from the clouds, the sound waves spreading and the heavens and earth seemed to tremble. A huge, terrifying body lurked forward, suddenly bursting into everyone's sight. A hurricane swept across the earth, blowing down bushes and weeds.
High above, everyone saw a pair of eyes, bloodshot and like two suns hanging in the sky, staring at them as if they were mad. Then, the giant hand slammed down even more aggressively.
Brian shielded Yan Chuyi behind him and once again manipulated lightning to counter the giant hand. The lightning danced wildly like silver snakes, but its power was too weak to penetrate the giant hand's skin, and it could only barely repel it.
After several attempts, the giant hand, which was constantly in pain, clearly began to get angry and frustrated.
It suddenly turned its spearhead in mid-air and grabbed the tracks below the train!
Captain Xu and Xu Qingran inside the car also discovered that they could use skills, and it seemed that their status as chosen ones could help them resist some of the rules.
Without hesitation, Xu Qingran climbed out of the carriage to help Brian fight off the giant hand. Captain Xu decisively squeezed into the driver's seat and kicked the windshield apart!
As the giant hand ripped the track upwards with a creaking sound, Captain Xu took the climbing rope from the logistics team member, aimed at the land opposite the track, and threw the rope forcefully.
The climbing hooks shot out like arrows, carving deep into the edge of the black tower.
Xu Ji's reaction was already very fast, but the problem was that the giant hand didn't need speed; its enormous size allowed it to simply lift a finger and pinch the track!
The track was completely torn apart by the giant hand, leaving only half hanging precariously in the air. The broken steel fragments fell into the dark cliff in a soft patter, without even a sound.
The unsupported train suddenly plummeted like a kite with a broken string, a violent feeling of weightlessness washed over it, and screams of fear echoed throughout the carriages.
In the blink of an eye, a hoarse, booming voice rang in the ears of the [Gravity] player: "Reduce the weight of the train!"
The voice was so familiar that the [Gravity] player immediately recognized it as Yan Chuyi. As a reflex, he instinctively enveloped the entire train with his ability.
He even forgot that this was a special map, and theoretically he shouldn't be able to use any skills.
The lightened train floated up like a balloon. Captain Xu seized the opportunity, grabbed the rope, and pulled the train to the other side as fast as he could! The next second, the logistics team rushed over, one hand covering the other, and they worked together to pull it back!
However, the weight of the entire train was still too much for a player with only a B-level [Gravity] skill. His cheeks turned red, and the veins on his temples bulged. With a clatter, the train, unable to maintain its balance, slumped down a bit.
Some say that a person's mind goes blank when facing life and death, but not for players of [Gravity].
The shouts of the crowd, the clanging of metal scraping as the track broke, and the sudden thud of a heart going out of balance were like ink splashed onto blank rice paper, splattering across the minds of the [Gravity] players.
During the break a few hours ago, many players, seeing that Yan Chuyi was gentle and easy to talk to, shamelessly came up to ask how they could become Xie Xubai's consort.
As everyone knows, once you become a chosen one, becoming a god-level player is a foregone conclusion.
[Gravity] The player felt like he was really getting carried away, daring to participate in such a topic.
Seeing other A-level players actively and confidently volunteering, he suddenly felt an impulse that compelled him to ask uncontrollably: Is it possible for a B-level player to become a chosen one?
The air was still for a moment. The other players looked at him with strange eyes, as if they didn't understand what kind of audacity a B-rank player had to dream of becoming a God-chosen one. What was the difference between this and an ant clamoring that it could swallow an elephant?
[Gravity] The player was burned by the questioning and mocking looks, and immediately changed his tune: I was just asking casually, just asking casually.
But Yan Chuyi suddenly called out to him, who was so ashamed that he wanted to immediately shrink back into the crowd.
What did Yan Chuyi say at that time?
The mental energy was severely depleted, and the [Gravity] player couldn't remember anything for a moment. With another loud crash, the train skidded off the tracks, at least three-quarters of it hanging precariously over the cliff edge.
Sweat poured down like rain, his hands trembled like sieves, the fluctuations of his skills spread intermittently, he felt dizzy and lightheaded, and felt that he was on the verge of his limit.
—Can I do it? Am I really capable? This isn't the twenty people we had in dodgeball; this is a train with over three hundred people!
But it was at this moment that Yan Chuyi's tired voice gradually became clear in his ears, overlapping with his answer during his rest. It seemed that she could see his cowardice and inferiority complex, and calmly asked him a question.
Why can't it be done?
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"
[Gravity] The player roared, clenching his back teeth until they bled, his eyes wide with rage: "Let the hell float!!"
In an instant, golden patterns burst forth on the back of his hand, and his blood seemed to boil. To the astonishment of the crowd, the dazzling golden light illuminated the train, which had been shrouded in shadow, as if it were daytime. The train, which had already fallen off the cliff, shot back into the sky!
Captain Xu and his men seized the opportunity to pull the train completely to the shore, shouting, "Quick! Jump off the train now!"
The train is now tilted, and the crowd is sliding backward, crammed into the back carriages.
Fortunately, they were only unable to use their skills; their physical stats weren't reduced. Regaining their senses, the group helped each other, worked together to smash the train windows, and jumped off one after another.
They turned around and shouted, "Boss! Come quick!"
Xu Qingran seized the opportunity when the giant hand swung down, leaped out from between its fingers, and lashed out with her long whip to forcefully pull the giant hand away.
Brian jumped onto the opposite bank with Yan Chuyi in his arms, then turned back to grab the long whip that Xu Qingran had swung at him, pulling her over as well.
Everyone escaped the train and landed safely on the ground. The giant hand should have chased after them relentlessly, but for some reason it had a special fondness for the train and suddenly grabbed it in its hand.
Kuachaka—
In an instant, the car exploded under the irresistible pressure, breaking into pieces!
Everyone watched in horror, when suddenly Yan Chuyi's soft murmur caught everyone's attention.
“…No…stop…stop…”
Yan Chuyi's unfocused eyes reflected the shattered train and saw many familiar figures.
No one else knew that he was having a bizarre and fantastical vision in his mind; they only saw the young man reaching out with trembling fingertips, as if trying to stop something.
Looking through the gaping fingers, you could see a giant hand grabbing the wrecked train, lifting it into the air, and then suddenly dropping it, slamming it heavily onto the ground, sending debris flying everywhere.
Smash!
In the clean and quiet study room, the boy in white suddenly grabbed a toy train and slammed it to the ground, interrupting his classmate's long-winded lecture: "Shut up! Who do you think you are? I don't need you to lecture me!"
He looked only six or seven years old, but his angry expression was ferocious and sinister, which appeared on his tender face and gave people an extremely discordant and eerie feeling.
The study room was very large, comparable in size to a football field, and there were many people inside, in groups of three or five, dressed in white like the two children, ranging in age from as young as 4 to as old as 30.
There were neat rows of bookshelves on all four sides. A child in white stood on tiptoe, putting a book he had just finished reading back in its place. The cover read "Nonlinear Dynamics." On the left and right sides were similar obscure and difficult professional books, with translations in various languages.
Hearing the commotion, they all turned to look.
Besides these people in white, separated by a semi-transparent barrier, there were also many armed guards and several researchers in Alliance uniforms standing on the outermost perimeter.
It is clear that these researchers hold the highest status in the entire room.
When they picked up the scoreboard and cast a scrutinizing glance at the two arguing children, the companion who had initially wanted to shut up couldn't help but retort: "But your interpretation of the rules is completely wrong! If you don't correct it, you definitely won't pass this test and will be eliminated!"
The word "elimination" seemed to pierce the boy's heart. His eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and he roared hysterically, "So what? Why do I have to pass that bullshit test? Just because I can't control that damn little toy?"
"Who am I? I have a double master's degree from MIT! I am a wealthy young master from a very rich family! I am the CEO of a listed company! I should have a bright future ahead of me, so why should I waste my time on this damn test? Why do I have to go through this kind of pain?"
The boy clutched his head, feeling a splitting headache. The red veins in his pupils spread outwards, gradually turning an unnatural scarlet color: "Elimination! Elimination! What do you take me for? An object you can just throw away! Just because I have no value, does that mean I should be discarded!? Then why were you chosen to come here in the first place!"
"Yes! To save the world, to save this damn, utterly worthless world! But who can save me?!"
His companion noticed something was wrong and frantically called out the boy's name.
The boy ignored him, exhaled a breath of stale air, and hunched over in pain.
Bang!
The guard decisively raised his narcotic gun and shot the boy in the chest.
The boy, now partially transformed into a monster, froze, then collapsed heavily to the ground.
But the next second he shakily propped himself up and stood up!
The bones throughout his body cracked and splintered, the jagged bone spurs piercing his skin like a thicket of thorns. His body swelled like a balloon, while his flesh withered away, gradually transforming into a ferocious beast, casting a dark and terrifying shadow on the floor.
A chilling, eerie atmosphere spread, and suppressed screams echoed in all directions: "Oh no, someone else is about to mutate! Run!"
In a flash, a figure weaved through the chaotic crowd, slammed down the guard's raised gun, and rushed to the boy, pressing his hands against his head, shouting sternly, "Stephen, calm down and look at me!"
With just one sentence, the violent boy stopped in his tracks and stared blankly at the person who had come.
"white!"
The others cheered in delight.
"White is here, everything's alright, everyone don't need to worry!"
But only the boy who had just arrived knew that the situation was not so simple.
His golden eyes met those of the boy named Stephen, and he tried to soothe him, but it was like trying to stop a raging flood with a plank—it was incredibly difficult.
He refused to give up, clenched his teeth, and golden light surged from his palm.
It was at this moment that the half-alienated boy suddenly grasped his hand tremblingly, his eyes welling up with tears, and his voice choked with sobs: "White, I'm so tired..."
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