"Old Pig, from now on this kid will enjoy level 1 slave treatment on the Constant Star Train."
"Find out the slave who robbed this kid."
"Let this kid beat him up by himself."
"Whatâs your name?"
"I..."
The young man now looked nothing like his previous confident self while explaining his ideas, as he nervously held a cigarette in his mouth: "M-Master Mang, my name is Li Shiji."
"Good name."
Chen Mang breathed a sigh of relief: "Each of those refrigerators on the train has 100 square meters of space inside. I want you to use 100 refrigerators to create a sufficiently complex labyrinth. It must make it impossible for that robot to pass through successfully in half an hour."
"Whatever support you need, just say it."
"The number of refrigerators can be increased, but the maximum is roughly around 130. Think about it tonight, and report to me tomorrow morning. We can discuss it then."
"If you handle this task splendidly."
"A big reward awaits."
"Thank you, Master Mang, thank you, Master Mang."
Excitement and eagerness flashed in Li Shijiâs eyes as he bowed repeatedly in gratitude.
...
At this time.
Outside the train in the cave, all the slaves had finished their dinner. But today, instead of returning to their positions in the train to sleep, they gathered together to watch the spectacle.
In the center of the crowd.
A slave knelt on the ground with a face full of fear, not bound by anything, yet not daring to struggle at all.
Armed thugs surrounded the inner circle to maintain order.
Behind this slave.
Li Shiji weighed the baton in his hand, then bent down and whispered softly into the ear of the kneeling slave.
"Did my iron ore feel good to take?"
"Itâs not that it hasnât been reported; itâs just that the time wasnât right."
"Remember."
"Your little master is called Li Shiji."
In the next momentâ
Li Shiji, filled with rage, swung his arm with even more force than mining, and brought the baton heavily down on the slaveâs back, not uttering a single curse word, just gritting his teeth.
Like a storm, not stopping for a moment, baton after baton.
With no intention of holding back.
It looked like he was aiming to beat him to death.
...
"Mr. Li."
In the crowd watching the show, a young man turned to Mr. Li and whispered into his ear, "Look at him, easily standing out, and he just joined the train as a level 3 slave."
"Youâve been on the train for a long time, right? Youâre like a veteran, yet you enjoy level 1 slave treatment."
"Why havenât you stood out by now?"
"Have you thought of a new plan?"
"Can you just shut the hell up!"
Mr. Li, embarrassed and angry, turned to the young man beside him, "Are you stressing me out every day? Iâm under a lot of pressure too, okay."
"Are you expecting too much of me?"
"Uh... well, I canât expect anything from myself, clearly Iâm unreliable."
"Shut up! Iâll come up with something!"
"Of course, Iâve always believed that, Mr. Li."
...
Inside the crowd.
Biaozi, with his arms crossed and a cigarette in his mouth, looked at the scene with a grin: "Pig Train Captain, I bet this kid is intentionally ratting us out."
"No kidding."
Old Pigâs face looked unpleasant: "You think I canât see it? This kid is as sly as they come. I donât like him."
"Master Mang seems to like him quite a bit."
"Of course Master Mang likes him. Even though I donât like the kid, he definitely has talent."
At this point, Old Pig paused and hesitated a bit: "This kid can mentally stretch an extremely complex rectangular labyrinth into a straight line. Can you do that? I tried for a long time, almost blew my mind, and felt like countless strands were floating before my eyes when I closed them."
"Almost hallucinated, but couldnât get it right."
"Iâm a warrior, Pig Train Captain. If I had those skills, would I have ended up as a guerilla foreman?"
"Your brain is only good enough for foreman work. When you canât collect the bill, youâre at a loss."
"Iâm a warrior, Pig Train Captain."
"Whatâs wrong with being a warrior?"
Biaozi smirked shamelessly: "A warrior collecting debts is a perfect match. Thereâs no debt I canât collect, or why do you think I could be the boss before?"
Old Pig snorted disdainfully.
"Please, you almost got killed by Hei Hao. Stop showing off. By the way, youâve been a level 2 Train Captain before. Do you know in what situation, a gigantic labyrinth capable of trapping a robot is needed?"
"No idea."
Biaozi shook his head with a serious expression: "Master Mang recruited this kid for this job?"
"Donât look at me, I really donât know. Itâs not that Iâm not telling you, itâs just... My train was nothing like Master Mangâs train, saying itâs worlds apart doesnât even begin to describe it."
"But... "
"I have to advise you, Master Mang didnât tell you to beat that person to death. That kid holds his punches, but the slave almost looks like heâs on his last breath."
"Also, donât get worked up with this little guy. Master Mang is just using him to build a maze. Heâll be useless afterward."
"Youâre still the second-in-command on the train, Pig Train Captain. Donât end up in a bad spot. Youâre only going to lose out."
"Iâm naturally aware of this."
Old Pig sighed lightly: "I definitely wonât be foolish enough to go against him. Itâs just that being reported for the first time is a bit hard to swallow. He didnât talk to me but went straight to Master Mang. Master Mang might think Iâve been oppressing slaves so much that theyâre afraid to tell me anything."
"No worries, this is indeed a lapse in your work. Only by exposing problems can we solve them. Relax."
Old Pig said nothing more, merely stepping forward and speaking in a deep voice.
"Enough."
Then turned his gaze to the nearly dead slave on the ground: "Take him to the train to get treated."
"Pig Train Captain."
Seeing Old Pig coming over, Li Shiji promptly handed over the baton and spoke softly.
"Hmm."
Old Pig expressionlessly took the baton and then looked around at the slaves watching, pointing to the iron ore area not far away: "Get back on the train to sleep, if you donât feel sleepy, you can go over there and continue mining with Doba."
The crowd of slaves instinctively turned towards the over a hundred goblin slaves still mining in the iron ore area, shivered, and rushed to the cars like crazy.
Those goblins.
Simply... simply insane!
These days theyâve witnessed the madness of these goblins. Even when theyâre asleep, the goblins are still mining. When theyâre just waking up, the goblins are still mining, as if they need no rest at all.
Like cold-blooded machines, working nonstop around the clock.
Especially that Doba.
He dominated the top of the daily mining leaderboard for days, never surpassed, almost invincible.
Originally they looked forward to the daily mining leaderboard ranking.
Later, when the goblins dominated the top hundred every day, they became too lazy to watch the dayâs rankings, it was too competitive. They were terrified, simply a bunch of superhumans.
At first.
Many were seeing goblins for the first time and found it novel. During breaks, theyâd testingly greet them.
But... after being called silly humans several times and told not to disturb the great goblins mining, nobody dared to approach anymore.
...
"This Doba seems to spend his entire life proving his greatness."
As the slaves surged toward the cars, Old Pig, standing still, glanced at Doba, who was resolutely mining not far away, and sighed with emotional astonishment: "Honestly speaking, this guyâs physical strength is truly impressive."
"Yeah, pretty impressive."
Biaozi nodded in agreement, then looked with an awkward expression at the female giant among the group of short goblins: "But that woman is strong too. Seems like sheâs dead set on competing with these goblins, must determine who is superior."
"I remember today this female giant went to chat up Doba and got yelled at."
"Seems furious, then decided she had to out-mine him."
...
ps: Thanks for the support, four thousand initial subscriptions, immediately a hit upon release, quite good.
By the way... asking for some more monthly votes.
Errors will be corrected after release.