System: My Doomsday Train Chapter 985 - 370: "Three Months?

Right away—

A repulsive force from the planet struck Chen Mang, not overwhelmingly powerful yet steadily forcing him away from its surface. He offered no resistance, allowing it to propel him into the vast cosmos.

He had just departed the planet.

The Elder Council encircled him immediately, the head elder's gaze flickering with bewilderment as he instinctively questioned: "Did the assessment fail?"

"Even you failed to pass the assessment..."

"Does this mean the Rough Civilization is truly doomed?"

Exiting so swiftly, barely any time had elapsed—it had to be a failure.

Berserkers cannot access this planet.

Only Divine Archers are permitted entry to this planet.

Though they themselves had never set foot on it, the elders were fully aware of the assessment's trials within.

"Hmm."

Chen Mang gave a nod, called forth his Constant Star Train, headed toward the train room, then glanced back at the elders and said offhandedly: "Want to come in for a talk?"

The instant the Constant Star Train materialized!

Hairs rose on the Elder Council's necks, their eyes wide with terror as they gawked at the train like a savage monster, sensing an overwhelming menace from it—the dread of impending doom, a chill they'd never experienced against even the mightiest foes!

This fellow...

What civilization level does he hail from!

"Sure." The head elder replied in a raspy voice.

...

"I indeed cannot pass this assessment."

Seated in the train room, Chen Mang sat cross-legged, reclining in his chair, eyed the elders, sparked a cigarette, and remarked nonchalantly: "The ’Saint Archer’ role, in fierce battles, enables a devastating strike alongside all Divine Archers of the Rough Race. The assessment's opening scene revealed this to me. You all know it better than anyone."

"The cost? The Saint Archer's life."

"First off."

"I'm not part of your ’Star Arrow Race’. No way I'd give my life for your people."

"Second."

"Your civilization's strength? I don't require it. It might seem mighty to you, but to me, it's merely mediocre."

"Third."

"The core strength of this ultimate technique relies on the quantity of Divine Archers in the ’Star Arrow Race’. The Saint Archer just leads it. The Rough Civilization lacks sufficient Divine Archers. Without them, even a Saint Archer couldn't unleash its might."

The head elder fell quiet, fully aware Chen Mang spoke the truth, yet powerless to change it. The Star Arrow Race could no longer produce a Saint Archer.

Chen Mang halted briefly, waved his hand, and data materialized on the nearby screen.

"From my intel, the dwindling Divine Archers in your ’Rough Civilization’ stem from a virulent plague unleashed by the Level 6 ’Cyan Mountain Civilization’."

"It spreads via sexual fantasies."

"Infected individuals pass it to anyone they've fantasized about sexually, causing rampant spread. This plague steadily reduces your Divine Archers over time."

"Cyan Mountain Civilization!"

The head elder fixed his stare on the screen's data, stunned momentarily before fury ignited in his eyes. The compelling proof implicated the Cyan Mountain Civilization—a vassal in their domain. Preoccupied with finding a Saint Archer and accepting their tributes, they'd overlooked dealing with them.

To think they'd been betrayed from within.

A betrayal that cut deep!

It nearly severed the Rough Civilization's vital lifeline!

"Damn them!"

His face darkened like a storm cloud ready to burst, and he growled to the nearby elders: "Assemble the forces; annihilate the Cyan Mountain Civilization in three months!!!"

"Unnecessary."

Chen Mang waved once more and murmured: "I've already wiped out the Cyan Mountain Civilization. That's how I uncovered this intel afterward."

The head elder glanced at the compass clutched in his palm, noting the star system housing the Cyan Mountain Civilization's capital planet reduced to a gossamer sheet, fragile as a cicada's wing.

Complex emotions crossed his face as he lifted his gaze to Chen Mang.

A Level 6 Cyan Mountain Civilization, eradicated so effortlessly?

That's outrageously overpowered.

What's more, right in his territory, and no word reached him. His intel network clearly demands a complete overhaul—how did such a massive incident slip by until now?

Yet...

Capable of obliterating a Level 6 power in his domain undetected, doesn't that imply the Rough Civilization could fall the same way?

This realization hit him.

He grew utterly silent, dropping any push for Chen Mang to become Saint Archer. Clearly, this man surpassed his wildest expectations in power and origins.

For him,

The coveted Saint Archer throne meant nothing—utterly pointless, in fact.

"No need to linger on the past."

Chen Mang eyed the head elder and pressed on: "Your urgent crisis is the shortage of ’Divine Archers’. I can purge this virus for you, boosting your Star Arrow Race's Divine Archer numbers. With a solid foundation, a Saint Archer will emerge naturally. It's a role best filled by your own kind."

"What do you think?"