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System: My Doomsday Train

Medieval Rabbit
Chen Mang has traversed into a doomsday world, where the Corpse Tide is everywhere, and the land is filled with dead air. Survivors must become Train Captains, collecting minerals and other resources step by step to upgrade and strengthen their trains, thereby controlling the train to avoid the Corpse Tide and survive. Or become slaves of other Train Captains, living under their shadow. All trains' "Vehicle Accessories" have a level cap, and the effect of each upgrade becomes stronger. However, Chen's natural birthmark gives him the ability to upgrade Vehicle Accessories without any limit. "Spider Foot Level 10 Supermodel Effect": The spider foot can spray two strands of Spider Silk up to 100 meters long lasting for an hour in front, allowing the train to drive steadily on the silk, consuming 100 units of Level 1 Spider Silk for every 100 meters sprayed.“
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