Chapter 624: The Collapse of Paradise Tower Players, Information Exchange
One year later.
The Legendary Pilot kept flying, the landing times were very brief.
And every time he landed, Qian Tong would mutter to himself, playing little games with himself.
There were 999,999 years left until his sentence ended.
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Ten years later.
Qian Ming had destroyed a lot of things, and the happy snacks he had brought were already gone, though he had planned them to last a million years.
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Thirty years later.
Before thirty years passed, Qian Ming developed paranoia; he would suddenly jolt awake while sleeping, and then suddenly fall back asleep when awake.
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Fifty years later.
Qian Ming began self-harm, though the wounds healed quickly, which made him feel bored.
But he found a new pleasure.
He switched the Legendary Pilot job into Gold Miner.
In the end, he held both jobs, experiencing many sensations beyond normal limits.
After several months, he began to feel bored again.
A time trip?
No!
This is the abyss of time!
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One hundred years later.
Qian Tong’s mashed-brain awareness realized he could not continue; he began studying philosophy, contemplating life, and the relationships among the Dorm Survival Game, dormitory buildings, and the players.
“Write it down, I must write this down!”
“These are wealth, these are the wealth of humanity!”
“I’ve found it, I’ve cracked the secret of the Dorm Survival Game!”
“Astronomy and geography, I know them all, I know everything!”
“I am the true god, the only god!”
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Five hundred years later.
All the thoughts Qian Tong had recorded were overturned, and he repeatedly scrawled a single character across the floor with blood.
Regret!
Endless regret engulfed Qian Tong.
And he continued to write, as if he wanted to smear the character for regret to the edges of the world.
“What did I do to myself?”
“What cruel things have I done to myself!”
“Even if they wipe my memory when I leave, can this painful experience be erased?”
“I surely endured suffering, inhuman suffering, but I forgot!”
“No, I did not forget, I did not forget, I am being punished!”
“Also, I pressed the green button; do I have to permanently keep this memory?!!!”
Suddenly Qian Tong screamed hysterically, his ten fingers thrust hard into his skull, clawing wildly!
Qian Tong began a continuous descent into madness.
This seemed like the true face of life; in the end, everything left was only insanity.
Across the eternal tortures of time, the boundary between life and death blurred, but madness remained.
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Ten thousand years later.
Thousands of years earlier, Qian Tong had already given up thinking. Endless phantom pains tormented him, every cell feeling like biting ants, inflicting unbearable pain, and also like miniature black holes pressing him down so he could not rise.
In his delusions he had become a puddle of rot.
Another 999,000 years and he could get out.
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“Qian Tong, you’re back out!”
A group of Amusement Park Building players saw Qian Tong return just one second after entering, they immediately rejoiced and rushed to greet him.
The next moment!
Boom!!!!!
Without the protection of immortality, under the scourge of a million years’ time force, Qian Tong exploded into a burst of Blood Mist with a thunderous sound!
The Perseverance button, retaining memory!
The Rescue button, exiting Building Wars!
Under the mighty power of time, joy was ground into powder!
If a time trip was a gamble, then by the time Qian Tong entered the game, he was already losing!
No matter what you chose, it was a trap.
And not choosing was impossible; in a million years, no one could restrain themselves from making a choice!
“Qian Tong……” Dog Floor Leader’s mouth gaped, his face covered in droplets of blood.
Those droplets smelled bad, like rotten pickled vegetables.
“Ugh—”
Dog Floor Leader’s Joy Value almost drained completely; he clutched his throat and vomited.
Other players stood awkward and speechless, and instinctively distanced themselves from the time-space gate.
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“Evil Dragon, you came out? What’s it like inside?”
Evil Dragon walked out of the time-space gate, and halfway down he was stopped by a trio of triplet brothers.
When others saw Xu Lang come out and Evil Dragon also exit, they thought this round would be routine, but the Amusement Park Building’s calamity made them uneasy.
“Heh.” Evil Dragon exhaled a thin, dark murk, veins bulging on his forehead, looking slightly ferocious. “A damnable game. After entering, you can choose to withdraw, relinquishing any right to interfere with this Building War, or you can choose to retain memories within the million years.”
The three brothers’ expressions changed in unison. The one in the middle spoke: “You really have to stay a million years?”
“Mm.” Evil Dragon nodded, a murderous gleam appearing in his eyes. “Alright, scram. Figure out how to split the remaining quarter on your own!”
The three brothers moved aside.
Some weaker Evil King Building players, after hearing Evil Dragon, quietly slipped to the back of the group and quickly returned to their dorms.
They were smart; they knew what kind of game was about to be played.
Cat and mouse!
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Evil Dragon did not go back to his dorm; he headed toward Mad King Building, swaggering along so players scattered to avoid him.
Soon he reached the outskirts of Mad King Building.
A patrol team from the Mad King Neighborhood Committee spotted him and hurriedly blocked his path, shouting to halt.
“Stop! What are you doing here?!”
Evil Dragon tilted his head, about to speak, when the Mad King Building players ahead parted and called for the Dorm Owner.
Xu Lang stepped forward through the crowd. “Keep patrolling, I need to talk with this person.”
“Yes!”
The patrol team continued guarding Mad King Building’s perimeter.
Mad Vanguards were tough, but sometimes enemy players who had learned the rules could exploit gaps, so a patrol remained necessary.
Xu Lang and Evil Dragon said nothing to each other as they walked to a corner.
“You saw that information slip, right…” Evil Dragon began, but Xu Lang waved him off before he finished.
“The intelligence we saw should be different, you speak first,” Xu Lang said calmly.
Evil Dragon was instantly displeased, but after baring his teeth he stopped arguing and related what the information slip contained.
Because Xu Lang had used Simulation Dream without Nightmare Eye and wanted to know the slip’s content, he also exchanged information with Evil Dragon.
Only the specific details were not clearly presented in the simulation dream; after all, Xu Lang had been frantically accelerating to conserve Nightmare Essence.
“That’s roughly it.” Evil Dragon exhaled, still a bit annoyed.
When two people converse, one must speak first, and lying was pointless — this sort of intelligence mainly broadened understanding rather than granting concrete power increases.
Besides, bluntly put, if their understanding both improved, they might even cooperate to handle the dormitories and the Dorm Survival Game.
Both Evil Dragon and Xu Lang were smart, so neither tried to trick the other on this matter.
Fooling the other would only burn bridges.
“A player from Reincarnation Building left the slip on my side, I don’t know if you’ve heard of that building,” Xu Lang said, gauging Evil Dragon’s expression; seeing no reaction, he continued.
Evil Dragon’s face shifted, sometimes into a feral grin, sometimes cracking his knuckles.
When Xu Lang finished, Evil Dragon sneered:
“The supremely strong are nuisances in front of a dormitory, and a powerful dormitory is just as much a nuisance in the Dorm Survival Game!”
“Dormitory buildings do not fully obey the Dorm Survival Game’s directives; they have a degree of autonomy!”
“Hahaha, wonderful, they are not a monolith!!”
Xu Lang said calmly, “Shall we go check out Amusement Park Building and Heaven’s Judgment Building?”
“Okay!” Evil Dragon nodded.