System: My Doomsday Train Chapter 982 - 368: "If You Can Draw This Bow...

Each member of the "Star Arrow Race" reaches 18 and awakens as either a "Berserker" or "Chosen One" according to their innate talents. Until then, they count as regular Human Race folks.

This planet serves as a standard living world.

No tourist destination here.

Locals only grasp that their society ranks as a Seventh-level Civilization; details like territory scale, star systems count, neighboring civilizations, or cosmic surroundings remain unknown to them.

They lack deep planetary sophistication.

Interactions with outsiders from other civilizations stay minimal.

Thus, to these folks, the group looks like ordinary underage kids who appear oddly mature.

A bunch of prematurely aged children strolling the streets inevitably draws eyes.

"Can it deal real damage?"

Inside "Zhihao Armory," Chen Mang hefted a massive axe, murmuring to himself. This society featured some Train Civilization elements, such as Wormholes.

However, most Train Civilization aspects here focused on daily life and travel,

never touching combat capabilities.

The sole combat strength in this society stems from these Chosen Ones.

Yet...

He doubted whether axes and bows could truly pack a punch. Fine for ground play, but in a space station? Do they even register?

Advancing to Seventh-level Civilization demands 300,000 Energy Range attack power—equivalent to 3000 levels of Seven-color Level components. Could this axe unleash a 3000-level Akanon Light Energy Main Cannon shot?

"That's one way to phrase it."

The shopkeeper's face soured slightly: "All my weapons are handmade by master smiths, not factory junk—their might is beyond question."

"This one's the 'Sky-splitting Axe,' green level, level 30."

"You're just a kid and can't wield it. Bring your dad; he'll grasp its true power!"

"..."

Chen Mang stayed calm amid the owner's outburst. He nodded faintly, realizing this society shunned mass industrial production, favoring master-crafted arms instead.

The Rough Civilization spans 39 star systems.

How many master forgers does that demand to supply the market?

"What's that?"

His gaze lifted to a enormous tiger head trophy on the wall—the beast's skull spanned seven or eight meters, dominating the entire surface.

"That, well..."

The owner cleared his throat loudly, hips thrust out in pride: "No fibs here—I'm a level 78 Berserker, and I felled that Stellar Giant Beast in my younger days with an axe amid the stars!"

"Impressive, right?"

"Some beast, eh?"

"Not bad..."

Chen Mang nodded, curiosity sparking in his eyes. Killing a Stellar Giant Beast with pure personal might?

That's seriously badass.

"But why's your Stellar Giant Beast so tiny? The ones I've encountered stretch light-years long."

"..."

The owner fixed Chen Mang with a blank stare and growled: "Kid, you picking a fight? Aside from rare Stellar Giant Beasts turned into Cosmic Landmines, which ones measure light-years?"

"The largest top out at hundreds of thousands of kilometers."

"And those you've supposedly seen..."

"Kid,"

"This reality demands foot travel and direct sight, not book tales or video clips. Only claim 'I've seen' after witnessing it yourself."

Just then, Chen Mang's focus shifted to a bow perched at the wall's peak; his eyes narrowed, an inexplicable urge tingling in his fingers to grasp it.

"Fetch that bow. Let me inspect it."

"You?"

The owner sized up Chen Mang critically, yet retrieved the bow via hook and passed it over: "Go ahead, check it out. Every youth picking a coming-of-age weapon in my shop eyes this bow."

"But only look—no high hopes. No 'Divine Archer' has emerged in ages."

"Settle for Berserker life."

"Blue-level, level 50."

"Without becoming a Divine Archer and gaining 'Bow Pulling Assistance' skill, drawing it's impossible. Know what 'Steering Wheel Assistance' means?"

"No Steering Wheel Assistance, no steering wheel control. Same for this bow—pure muscle won't cut it without Chosen One transfer."

"Pure fantasy."

"If you manage to draw it..."

The instant after—

The owner's words cut short.

Chen Mang took the bow, fingers easing the string back with steady pull until fully taut. Simultaneously, a strange link formed with a nearby planet, birthing a seven-colored energy arrow on the string.

Emitting a fearsome energy surge.

"This... This..."

Disbelief flooded the owner's eyes at the volatile energy arrow, snapping him to action: "Don't fire inside—it'll blow everything!"

Chen Mang exited the shop, aiming the arrow skyward.

A shrill sonic boom echoed as the seven-colored arrow rocketed upward, detonating far overhead with evident space ripples. That shot's force wasn't trivial...

"Pretty intriguing."

Some lingering thrill lit his gaze on the bow. This blast matched a level 40 Hellfire Cannon. Useless against the current Constant Star Train, but...

One must concede.

This gadget hooks you—the planetary bond, the arrow's slow manifestation.

Satisfying as hell!

Fundamentally, it taps the planet's "Core Energy," be it Train Civilization or Cultivation Civilization style—merely different paths to harness this form.

Yet...

Using it feels awesome!

A fun toy, perfect for leisurely tinkering later.

"Price? I'll take it."

Turning to the owner, he saw the man rigid, face ashen, eyes injected red, locked on him: "Kid... grasp what drawing this bow signifies?"

"That I can evolve into a Divine Archer later?"

Chen Mang arched a brow, grinning casually—he had zero plans for Divine Archer path. Purely his "bread"-fueled racial gift at work.

"No!"

"More than that!"

The shop owner spoke urgently: "Divine Archer status awaits you inevitably; soon, you'll be Qiu Mountain Star's first in years. But crucially..."

"The arrow you formed wasn't solid matter!"

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