Fierce Horror Dorm: Take a Concubine to Get Stronger

[Basic Nightmare Coins 1600, Conversion Rate 8111%, Total Produced in Eight Hours 131,376 Nightmare Coins]

[Total Nightmare Coins: 1,687,912]

[Mystic Sovereign Meditation Art Harvest Summary: Constitution +40, Spirit +40, Demon-Sealing Slash +2, Blood Control Mastery +3]

[Ghostly Deity Power Harvest Summary: Ghostly Deity Power +30]

[Attributes: Constitution 1200, Spirit 1200, Ghostly Deity Power 720]

A night passed.

When Xu Lang woke up, the Survival Contest had already reached the second round.

Extreme cold was followed by extreme heat.

The outside air felt as if it had been steamed, wavering and distorted, with molten rock dripping from the sky and converging into little streams in the corridors, scorching doors and turrets.

Demon King Castle remained unscathed; the air conditioner had been on the whole time.

Also, the facilities in Demon King Castle were at such a high level that a little lava couldn’t even scorch them.

"Ah—"

Xu Lang yawned and went back to sleep.

Cao Yaxuan, lying in Xu Lang's arms, also woke up and was about to get up, but Xu Lang turned and covered her again.

"Keep sleeping, nothing's happening out there."

Xu Lang's words flowed in her ear. Cao Yaxuan felt a wave of reassurance and closed her eyes again.

After falling back asleep, Xu Lang created a dream.

This dream had no other purpose beyond giving him a private space to think.

"I can break the attribute limit again. I should have reached 1220 in both attributes when I woke up, but it got stuck at 1200."

"The attribute limit break after the Mad King Trial really is different from a normal limit break; it increases by multiplying."

"I heard that after attributes pass a thousand, the next limit break might require reaching five-digit attributes. I wonder if that's true for me."

Xu Lang thought other people's experiences shouldn't be rigidly applied to himself.

Every player's thoughts, challenges, and situations were different, so one shouldn't believe them blindly.

But he had a hunch: after this limit break, he probably wouldn't be able to break attribute limits again for a long time.

For one of the two main attributes to pass a thousand, it might not be eye-catching when applied to Blood Mist creatures, but among players, that made someone a top-tier High-Level Player.

Monsters breaking a thousand might be due to aberrations.

Players breaking a thousand usually meant they already had a mature skill system—combat strength incomparable to monsters.

"Nightmare Essence is precious, so no simulation this time!"

"The Mad King Trial is no challenge for me!"

"I'm the Nightmare Lord; nightmare trials are the ones that suit me best!"

The first two trials had thoroughly built up Xu Lang's confidence.

If he, who had been so weak before, could pass the Mad King Trial, now with two mythical skills, why be afraid of one more Mad King Trial?

...

The first limit break Xu Lang faced was Constitution.

"This place..." Xu Lang scanned the surroundings and found himself standing at the center of an arena, the stands filled with indistinct faces.

He frowned, instinctively feeling this place resembled the Iron Blood Colosseum.

Then he suddenly understood where he was.

During a previous limit break, he had squeezed everything out of Raphael and obtained a "Blood Empire Master Tournament Image Crystal," allowing participation in the 108th Blood Empire Master Tournament via an illusion.

Not long after, he used that crystal and lost miserably, eliminated in the first round.

This place appeared to be the Blood Empire Master Tournament arena.

"Brave challenger, you actually stepped onto the stage yourself!" A little giant three meters tall approached, his booming voice full of admiration as his wild eyes looked at Xu Lang.

This Mad King Trial started without any introduction and simply began.

—The little giant before him was not the opponent in this trial.

Xu Lang's gaze shifted to a lean man at the opposite end of the stage and he said, "Cut the chatter. Start."

"You haven't told us your name yet."

"Xu Lang."

"Hahaha, great!" The little giant announced loudly, "Blood Empire Master Tournament, preliminary round officially begins. Xu Lang versus Blood Empire warrior Vukov. Win five consecutive rounds to advance to the grand final!"

Xu Lang’s palm rested on his waist; Purgatory's Master was firmly in his grip.

This limit-break trial had no restrictions at all.

Boom!

Without warning, Xu Lang and Vukov vanished from their spots, leaving behind a violent shockwave of combat in the air, a spectacle of force.

After three breaths, Vukov was knocked flying, leaving the stage and dissipating into light and shadow.

Next, the second contestant entered...

Xu Lang shifted his vision and noticed this person's aura was extraordinary, faintly radiating the presence of a powerful warrior.

They exchanged blows quickly, and again the challenger was slashed flying.

Third, fourth, fifth...

After five consecutive wins, a crimson vortex appeared before Xu Lang.

[Proceed with the Mad King Trial? Yes/No]

Xu Lang stepped in. The instant he entered the crimson vortex, he appeared on a new stage.

The ground here was mottled, black-red stone tiles so ruined they were unrecognizable; the sky had somehow been dyed crimson, echoing the earth.

On this circular stage, there wasn't a single spectator.

Not only were the stands empty, they were dusty, like grand ruins left to crumble.

"Challenger, defeat three of us and you will pass the trial."

Ten figures stood before him.

They looked as if they were right in front of him, yet Xu Lang felt a sense of unreality, as if they were distant mirages.

These ten included men and women, dressed in exquisitely tailored garments. Xu Lang, broad in his experience, noticed at a glance that they were all wearing Legendary armor!

The speaker was a man wearing a stag-horn helmet; his arms were crossed as he stood at the center, his eyes shining with a certain intelligence.

"Hello there, challenger!" Raphael waved at Xu Lang from among the ten.

"Are you dead or alive?" Xu Lang didn't choose words; he used Nightmare Eye to scrutinize the ten special existences.

"They're probably projections. If they were real, you definitely couldn't beat us." A charming girl in a wide-brimmed hat and black-and-red sorceress robe replied.

She was the shortest of the ten; the exposed skin was exceptionally delicate, impossible not to notice.

She was a high-Charm existence.

In fact, the ten all had high Charm—placed in a primitive tribe, they'd be treated like deities, and low-intelligence supernormal beings would willingly sign unequal pacts upon seeing them.

"It seems you don't even know if you're alive or not." Xu Lang stared at the charming girl and shook his head faintly.

[Nightmare Eye · Sultan Witch: The nation-destroying witch who mastered steel magic, her strength rivals a hundred dragons... Current status: projection. Real body...]

This woman had the look of a caster, yet appeared in a Constitution limit-break, indicating cultivation in both magic and body. Her real whereabouts were mysterious; Nightmare Eye couldn't probe her core for now.

Limit-breaking came first; it was all Blood Empire nonsense anyway, so Xu Lang didn't investigate further and instead looked at the other nine.

"Hey, we still have three people, why aren't they here?" Raphael scratched his skull in puzzlement.

"They might not be dead yet, or they could have encountered other changes." A woman in a silver helm said calmly.

"Could be!" Raphael nodded vigorously. "Then..."

"Raphael, stop babbling." The stag-horned man waved, his eyes shining brilliantly as he stared at Xu Lang, "Make your choice quickly!"