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

Every member of the "Star Arrow Race" at the age of 18 will become either a "Berserker" or a "Chosen One," based on their innate abilities. Before that, they are ordinary members of the Human Race.

This is an ordinary residential planet.

Not a tourist planet.

The people on this planet only know that their civilization is a Seventh-level Civilization; they have no clue about other information, the specific size of their civilization’s territory, how many star systems or other civilizations exist within, or what surrounds them in the universe.

They are not very planetary.

Nor have they interacted much with people from other civilizations.

So in the eyes of these people, they are just a bunch of under-age kids, but somehow, they seem a bit old.

A group of rather old-looking children walking down the street naturally attracts attention.

"Can it cause any harm?"

Chen Mang stood inside a shop named "Zhihao Armory," weighing a giant axe in his hand and muttered. This civilization had a few products in the form of Train Civilization, like Wormholes and such.

But mainly, the Train Civilization components within this civilization were for living and commuting,

without involving combat power.

The only source of combat power in this civilization comes from these Chosen Ones.

It’s just...

He was skeptical that relying on axes and bows could really wield any power. Playing with them on the ground might be okay, but in a space station, are these things worth a look?

One necessary condition to advance to a Seventh-level Civilization is having an attack strength of 300,000 Energy Range, which means 3000 levels of Seven-color Level components. Can this axe really deliver a 3000-level Akanon Light Energy Main Cannon blast?

"That’s some way to put it."

The shop owner wore a slightly displeased look: "None of my weapons here are factory-produced items; each one is handcrafted by master forgers, and the power is absolutely undeniable."

"This axe is called the ’Sky-splitting Axe,’ a green level, level 30."

"You’re still a young child and can’t use this weapon. Let your father come; he will know the strength of this weapon!"

"..."

Chen Mang wasn’t angered by the owner’s explosive words. He simply nodded slightly, noting that this civilization didn’t seem to like industrial mass production but had more faith in weapons personally forged by masters.

The Rough Civilization comprises 39 star systems.

How many masters are needed to satisfy this market?

"What’s that?"

He looked up at a huge tiger head specimen mounted on the wall; the tiger’s head was abnormally large, about seven or eight meters wide, almost covering an entire wall.

"That, uh..."

The owner coughed heavily, hands on hips, looking somewhat proud as he proclaimed: "I won’t lie to you; I’m a level 78 Berserker, and that was a Stellar Giant Beast I slaughtered in my youth with an axe in the cosmos!"

"How is it?"

"Quite a big chap, huh?"

"Not bad..."

Chen Mang nodded, his eyes flashing with curiosity. To slay a Stellar Giant Beast relying solely on one’s strength?

That’s pretty fierce indeed.

"But why is your Stellar Giant Beast so small? The Stellar Giant Beasts I’ve seen have sizes measured in light-years."

"..."

The owner stared at Chen Mang expressionlessly and rasped: "Kid, are you here looking for trouble? Except for some special Stellar Giant Beasts that have been made into Cosmic Landmines, which Stellar Giant Beast has a size measured in light-years?"

"The bigger ones are only hundreds of thousands of kilometers long."

"And what you’ve seen..."

"Kid,"

"This world is meant to be measured with your feet and seen with your eyes, not by just reading a few anecdotes in books or watching some videos. Only when you’ve seen it with your own eyes, use the term ’I’ve seen.’

At this moment, Chen Mang’s attention was drawn to a bow hanging at the highest point on a wall, his eyes narrowing slightly, and for some reason, he felt an itch in his hands to try it out.

"Take down that bow. Let me have a look."

"You?"

The owner cast an assessing glance at Chen Mang, but still took down the bow with a hook and handed it to him: "Here, take a look. Every kid that comes to my store to choose a coming-of-age weapon wants to see this bow."

"But just take a look; I advise you not to hold too much hope. It’s been a long time since anyone could become a ’Divine Archer.’"

"Just be content being a Berserker."

"This bow is blue-level, level 50."

"Before becoming a Divine Archer and acquiring the ’Bow Pulling Assistance’ skill, it’s impossible to draw this bow. Do you know what ’Steering Wheel Assistance’ is?"

"Without Steering Wheel Assistance, you can’t turn a steering wheel. This bow is the same; without transferring to a Chosen One, merely relying on physical strength to draw this bow."

"It’s a pipe dream."

"If you can draw this bow..."

The next moment—

The owner’s voice stopped abruptly.

Chen Mang received the bow and gently pulled on the bowstring with his fingers, steadily applying force until the bowstring was fully drawn. At the same time, he felt mysteriously connected to a nearby planet, as a seven-colored energy arrow slowly coalesced on the bowstring.

Releasing a terrifying energy wave.

"This... This..."

The owner’s eyes were filled with disbelief as he looked at the energy arrow about to explode, and he finally reacted: "Don’t shoot it inside the store; it’ll go off!"

Chen Mang stepped outside the store, raising the arrow towards the sky.

With an ear-piercing sonic boom, the seven-colored arrow shot straight into the sky and exploded high above, causing a noticeable spatial disturbance. The power of this shot wasn’t weak...

"Certainly interesting."

He looked at the bow in his hand with some residual enthusiasm. The power of this shot equaled that of a level 40 Hellfire Cannon. It’s useless against the Constant Star Train at present, but...

One has to admit.

This thing is really engaging, the way it connects with a planet, and watching the arrow gradually form.

It’s gratifying!

In essence, it’s simply borrowing the planet’s "Core Energy," whether in Train Civilization form or Cultivation Civilization form, all essentially utilizing this civilization form through different means.

But...

It’s enjoyable to use!

It’s a good thing, something to play around with slowly in the future.

"How much? I’ll buy it."

As he turned to look at the shop owner, he found the owner frozen in place, lips pale, eyes bloodshot, staring right at him: "Kid... do you know what it means to draw this bow?"

"Does it mean I can transfer to become a Divine Archer in the future?"

Chen Mang raised an eyebrow with a carefree smile, naturally not intending to become a Divine Archer. It was entirely the "bread" bringing him his racial talent.

"No!"

"Not just that!"

The shop owner’s voice was somewhat hurried: "It’s inevitable you’ll become a Divine Archer; it won’t take long, and you’ll be the first Divine Archer on Qiu Mountain Star in years. But most importantly..."

"The arrow you just formed wasn’t a physical arrow!"

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