In the military camp of Rakshasa Country.
Inside the main council tent, the atmosphere was oppressively heavy, like a thick, leaden cloud.
Not long ago, two more generals and their troops had been revived, but no one could feel happy about it.
Of the Three Saints, Seven Sages, and Twenty-One Generals of Rakshasa Country, two Saints, two Sages, and five Generals had already been lost.
The loss of the two Saints was especially devastating.
"We must not attack the dormitory building anymore..." Suddenly, Ayiguli's voice ca from behind the bed curtain, her tone unusually firm: "Before Great Elder Haran awakens, no one is to approach the dormitory building again. Those who disobey will be treated as traitors!"
Everyone's hearts tightened.
This ti, no one refuted Ayiguli.
If they didn't unite now, Rakshasa Country might truly be wiped out completely.
Just then, the sounds of battle cries ca from far, far away.
Everyone was already familiar with this.
There were too many monsters in the Blood Mist; they were almost constantly charging the defensive lines.
"The sound is off!" A burly man with earth-toned skin changed expression, bowed towards the tent, and said, "My Queen, I wish to go out and take a look."
"Go ahead," Ayiguli responded.
Other seasoned commanders also sensed sothing was wrong and, after taking their leave, went out.
Before long, the Sages also filed out one by one, because the sound was indeed too abnormal.
"What's wrong with you all?" A Sage, having just exited the tent, saw everyone frozen in place and couldn't help but ask in confusion.
Why weren't these people heading to the front lines? Weren't there monsters attacking?
"L-look... a Primordial Divine Spirit!" A fierce-looking general pointed at the horizon, stamring.
The Sage followed his gaze and instantly also stood dumbfounded.
Because of the Blood Mist in the Blood Mist World, visibility was poor, but at this mont, a being located at an extre distance was now starkly imprinted in his pupils.
It was an armless giant whose shoulders rivaled mountains, with legs like pillars holding up the heavens!
Around him, sothing like a sea of blood seed to churn. A single eye in the center of its forehead looked in this direction. Many soldiers couldn't withstand the pressure, dying or going insane on the spot.
"He's not looking at us; he's looking at the dormitory building!"
The Sage's mind was greatly shaken, inexplicably thinking this.
He didn't know how much ti passed before the Blood Sea Giant retracted its gaze and hurried away.
Its feet stepped between the overlapping steel skyscrapers, silent as a ghost, seemingly tangible yet without substance.
Seeing the giant leave, the Sage heaved a huge sigh of relief, collapsing to the ground. A light breeze blew past, feeling chilly. He suddenly realized his entire body was soaked with sweat.
"We must capture that building. We need to enter the Safe Zone!"
At this mont, the beliefs of all Rakshasa Country's higher-ups united as one.
Before, there had been many disagreents among them—disputes over strategy, over ideology, over personalities.
Now, all those thoughts were gone, leaving only one central idea!
—Hurry up and take down that building, and move in!
...
"Sigh, who knows when we'll be able to escape the Dorm Survival Ga. If we keep playing like this, when will it ever end?" Inside the Safe Zone, a young man walked out of a school building, dejected and sighing.
He was a second-floor player. His Dorm Owner and roommates had all died a few days ago. The main door was newly built, only level six.
It was no exaggeration to say that without others drawing fire and turrets assisting, a single Yellow Sand Soldier could breach such a door.
He had beco the Dorm Owner by picking up the pieces. He wasn't very capable himself, but he didn't want to beco soone else's Tenant either.
It couldn't be helped. These days, good Dorm Owners were too few.
Many Dorm Owners, foreseeing their doors were about to be breached, would send their Tenants out to act as human decoys.
The young man was the type who couldn't compete fiercely but also couldn't just give up and lie flat.
If his foundation wasn't so weak, who would want to co out for Floor Sweeping at a ti like this?
"If it weren't for that level-three dorm, I'd go be soone else's tenant. Boss, oh boss, the legacy you left is too troubleso!"
"Day after day like this, living really has no aning!"
"This ga is so hard to play, I want to go ho... Huh!?"
The young man kept complaining when suddenly he saw a white figure flash past the alleyway ahead and instinctively chased after it.
If you hide from , it ans you're afraid of !
If you're afraid of , it ans I can handle you!
This formula was too simple to apply; everyone in the Mad King Building knew it.
"Don't co any closer!" White Sand, seeing no escape route behind her, shouted sharply at the young man before her.
The young man imdiately stopped, captivated by White Sand's beauty.
That fair skin, those long legs, that slender waist... The young man felt a shiver down his spine, a surge of excitent, and hurriedly said, "You don't have a dorm, do you? Want to co to my place? I'm a Dorm Owner!"
Without waiting for White Sand's answer, the young man sent an invitation over.
[Yes/No beco a Tenant of Dorm 26 "Fisherman's Ho"?]
[Current dorm level: 3, Tenants 0/5]
White Sand was stunned. She tentatively used her will to click 'Accept'. Instantly, a flood of information popped up—personal info... Trading Network... chat rooms, and more.
"Ah, thank you! You actually agreed!" The young man was overjoyed. He was just testing the waters, never expecting this beauty was truly a Wanderer.
"Co on, let's go ho with !"
"Which floor were you a player on before? How co I've never seen you?"
"Were you afraid of being targeted by the Great Demon King Xu Lang, so you never showed yourself?"
"It's fine. You can stay at my place without showing yourself. I won't make you be a decoy!"
The young man walked ahead, chattering nonstop, his heart pounding.
Could it be he was also going to have his own little... eraser?
He swallowed hard, suddenly realizing sothing. He quickly turned around, took out a set of hooded clothing, and handed it to White Sand. "Quick, cover up. Don't let others see you!"
"Thank you." White Sand didn't refuse, taking it and putting it on.
As the dormitory building drew nearer, White Sand's mind felt sowhat dazed.
She herself was afraid of the Queen's punishnt and had just wanted to stay out for a while before returning. How did she end up muddling her way into a dormitory building like this?
"Are you a foreigner? I just heard you weren't speaking Chinese... Heh, the dormitory building is really amazing, letting us communicate across languages..." The young man had an incredibly strong ability to fill in the blanks. Without a single explanation from White Sand, he patched up the loopholes himself. "By the way, I'm Zhang Xiaochun. What's your na?"
"Is it okay for you to take back to your dorm?" White Sand didn't want outsiders to know her na.
"It's fine. I'm the Dorm Owner, after all. Dorm 26's reputation is loud and clear across the entire second floor!"
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