Fierce Horror Dorm: Take a Concubine to Get Stronger

"Nice trick!" Song Fei gave a thumbs up.

"That's nothing." The Young Master shook his head.

After that, the boat drew close to land, and the Young Master stowed it away with a flick of his hand.

Song Fei said in surprise, "I thought those Ghost Shadows were all your tenants."

"My tenants stayed to guard the place, it's easier for one person to come out alone." The Young Master stretched lazily and said, "This damned place is really hard to find. If I hadn't made a map earlier, I would have been lost."

"We had the same problem." Song Fei agreed casually.

Walking alongside Song Fei, the Young Master smiled and asked, "So, I'm the second administrator to arrive? The Station Director still hasn't come?"

"Not yet. You should be the second; we were first." Song Fei replied.

"It seems the Witch is close to Titan Dragon City. You two aren't Shadow Prison Building players, are you?" The Young Master curled one corner of his mouth.

He had that kind of striking looks that appealed to both men and women. When he said probing things like that, it didn't feel offensive; it actually made people feel at ease.

Too bad he ran into Song Fei.

This elder of Taleblade Building, who dealt with tales and oddities year in and year out.

Song Fei fell silent and didn't respond; the Young Master gave an awkward smile.

They reached the place quickly.

The Young Master stared at the gray giant squatting on the ground like a small mountain, his mouth opening in obvious shock.

"You came?" Adam and Saladin sat by a pile of campfire flames. When the former saw the Young Master, he showed a slightly ferocious smile.

The Young Master scanned Adam's body, covered in dragon scales, and his mouth twitched, "You are the Witch?"

"Doesn't look like it?" Adam shrugged, "Who says a witch has to be a woman?"

"Fair enough!" The Young Master nodded on the surface, but his feet did not move, unwilling to get close to the fire that radiated warmth.

At this moment, among the three, Saladin—the one with the highest emotional intelligence and the smoothest tongue—stroking his big beard, smiled and said, "My name is Saladin. The gentleman beside you is Song Fei, and this is Adam. None of us are the Dorm Owner."

None of the three matched the Witch's image, and while the Young Master's doubts multiplied, Saladin laid his cards on the table.

"You..." Adam looked at Saladin, frowning.

"I knew this trick wouldn't fool others." Saladin smiled indifferently, his shrewd eyes fixed on the Young Master as he spoke seriously, "Lady Witch did not come this time."

"Heh heh heh, that's timid." The Young Master's expression relaxed, "But the Station Director said before that the Witch was chosen because there was no one else available, not because she was particularly special."

Saladin's smile on his face suddenly faded a little, giving an ambiguous look between smile and no smile.

Realizing his slip, the Young Master changed tack and chuckled, "Still, I think the Station Director's judgment is questionable. If the Witch can be your Dorm Owner, she can't be common."

Pandora indeed had unusual strength. After arriving at Mad King Building, she consistently ranked in the top ten each round of the game, and Witch's Home kept upgrading.

Now Witch's Home's dorm level was higher than Demon King Castle's.

The Dorm Survival Game wasn't only about fighting; it was about operation.

And the foundation of a player's operation was their dorm.

A dorm was a small world.

"Hmph, naturally!" Adam snorted coldly.

One by one, they were all performers; the lead actor was Saladin, whose acting was breathtaking.

Seeing the Young Master come over and sit down, Saladin poured a cup of hot tea and asked:

"There are no outsiders here. Young Master, I'll be direct. How much do you know about the Station Director?"

The Young Master took the teacup and frowned, "Other than knowing he's from Annihilation Dormitory, I don't know anything... Do you suspect the Station Director is plotting against us?"

"That's certain." Saladin nodded, setting the tone, "He's had too many chances to explain, but he never said more than a single sentence to us. He simply fears that we'll learn too much."

"That's his modus operandi..."

"It has nothing to do with style!" Saladin interrupted with a raised hand, staring straight into the Young Master's eyes, "If you fully trust the Station Director, then I have nothing to say. If you don't, then we can form an alliance."

The Young Master looked conflicted.

Saladin spoke like an old hand, equating complete trust in Lord of Dawn to a literal absolute trust.

Who could honestly say they trusted another person completely?

If you don't fully trust, then you're wary—and if you're wary, you should ally with Saladin!

"Alright!" After some thought, the Young Master agreed.

No need to overthink it. Lord of Dawn is certainly stronger than both him and Saladin. Given that, it's reasonable for the weaker to ally for survival.

Saladin laughed heartily twice, "I have some intelligence about the Station Director and this operation..."

As he spoke, he clapped his hands.

Row after row of Sand Soldiers materialized, their shields blocking wind and rain, and astonishingly, they even muffled outside sounds.

The Young Master's eyes brightened as he focused intently.

The basis for cooperation was intelligence sharing. He had thought an alliance would mean simply swapping skill systems, but he did not expect Saladin to have such explosive material.

...

"Xu Lang!!!!!"

A high-pitched shout cut through Demon King Castle's quiet.

Two androids from the Firepower Squad came down from the second floor immediately. Xu Xiaomeng and Chi Qingman dropped their game controllers. Ayiguli, Jinsha, and the other girls opened their compartment doors and emerged one after another.

Everyone turned in unison toward where the voice had come from.

Zhen Lu burst out of the rear hall corridor, face filled with joy, her figure like a gust of wind, wearing the Dreamlike outfit shrouded in mist, moving at top speed.

"Big Sister Zhen Lu, what's wrong?" Xu Xiaomeng asked anxiously.

Cao Yaxuan and the others were currently in the Demon Box World; God help them if anything went wrong there.

"The Dreamlike Night-Blooming Cereus has bloomed!" Zhen Lu hopped lightly, joyous like a mountain sprite, and by the time she spoke she had already reached the Nightmare Bed.

The women all suddenly understood.

After nursing the Dreamlike Night-Blooming Cereus for so long, it could finally be used again!

"Really?!" Xu Xiaomeng rejoiced and dashed toward the rear hall.

Chi Qingman, not understanding, followed along.

She had now become Xu Xiaomeng's little sidekick; the two often hung out together.

"Are all seven Dreamlike Night-Blooming Cereuses fully open?" Ayiguli asked.

"Mm-hmm!" Zhen Lu lifted the bed curtain.

Not long after, she dragged Xu Lang off the bed.

The group hurried to the backyard, where Xu Xiaomeng was explaining the Cereus's uses to Chi Qingman.

"Dorm Owner, you're awake!" Chi Qingman greeted.

Xu Lang had been growing quite fond of this dog-like little girlfriend lately, but his mind was still partly monitoring Song Fei and the others, so he only nodded faintly.

Chi Qingman's face lit up. Getting a response from Xu Lang made her very happy.

"Lang Ge, how do we use the Dreamlike Night-Blooming Cereus this time?" Xu Xiaomeng looked at Xu Lang with some expectation.

"I'll take one of them for now. We'll decide what to do with the rest after Yaxuan and the others return." Xu Lang reached out and grabbed one of the Dreamlike Night-Blooming Cereuses.

The dreamlike radiance condensed, and the flower transformed into a peculiar eyeball.

—Solar Crown's Eye!

[Sequence Employment Conditions: Annalist of Years · Annalist of Years (satisfied), Years' Power x1 (satisfied), (satisfied)]