Chapter 605: Total: 180,000 Nightmare Coins, Simulation Start!
Demon Box World.
A huge black vortex gate stood open, and a player walked in, staring at the towering pile of gift boxes ahead, his pupils shrinking in crazed excitement.
The boxes were labeled with text: weapon boxes, item boxes, and so on.
"Limited time, ten seconds, only one per person!" Firepower Girl announced in a mechanical, cold tone.
She and the Firepower Squad stood on either side of the mountain of boxes, wielding heavy weapons.
Besides them, a one-eyed Tale and members of the Neighborhood Committee watched nearby.
If a player still managed to grab more under those conditions, then that was his skill.
"I want a weapon box, I want a weapon box!" The player, seeing the setup, charged forward blindly, his eyes scanning frantically.
In the end, he grabbed a rectangular gift box and clutched it to his chest.
After that player left, another one entered.
This distribution method was Mary’s idea — it guaranteed fairness and impartiality.
Of course, if you insisted on being picky, it wasn't absolutely fair.
Players have hidden Luck attributes; normally they can't detect them themselves, nor do the attributes show on the info panel.
"Mary, isn't this too slow?" Su Yuan asked Mary in a low voice.
Mary pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses and said, "Three hours. Let them take some now, then scatter the rest later and let them fight for it on their own. Everybody's on their own merits."
Su Yuan swallowed hard when he heard that.
Even giving away the Demon King Castle’s assets for three hours wouldn't exhaust them all!
Too lavish!
"Don't worry, what I prepared for you is even better," Mary smiled.
The people from the Three Major Departments were all Neighborhood Committee staff — they were officially organized.
"Thank you, Mary!" Su Yuan beamed, then added, "I'll make sure everyone knows how good you are!"
Mary smiled even brighter, clearly pleased.
As Xu Lang’s retainer, she didn't need petty fame, but sometimes it was good to give others a chance to get close.
…
Night fell deeper.
Xu Lang was wholly focused on plotting how to dream; everything else he ignored, including the midday Demon King Castle airdrop chaos and Zhang Dahai's report about unfamiliar faces.
None of those things mattered, not at all.
He had long known there were reactionary forces in Mad King Building. Wuman's dreams had already been sifting through leaks, but she remained unknowingly exposed.
Make people have nightmares, drain all their intelligence, then erase the memory of the nightmare... that ability was sinister beyond measure.
But that was the Nightmare Apostle's power.
Nightmare Apostles could weave nightmares and also weave sweet dreams.
Some players who seemed to experience a good dream had actually endured countless nightmares beforehand.
Without good dreams, how would SAN value recover?
The first to start weaving good dreams was Wu Huihui, because she wanted to lower players' SAN values and then let them recover, allowing her to profit safely from Chaotic Knowledge.
And it actually worked.
Although Wu Huihui still clung to her sisters, she occasionally helped others; Wuman was one of her targets to help... perhaps a strange case of good deeds being rewarded.
Soon after, Wuman and other reactionary players were all dragged out.
They simply didn't know it yet.
Xu Lang's building-control ability was so complex and refined that those players never truly understood it, nor were they qualified to.
They were mere rodents.
Xu Lang didn't care.
If they really managed to produce something useful, he could squeeze them once more with the Scarlet Herding Chains — how delightful would that be?
At worst, when they gathered and the Building Wars began, he could still kill the sacrificial flag.
Because of that attitude, though, he missed the Snake Lord.
If he had been paying constant attention to everyone and learned that Snake Lord possessed a Mythical bloodline, he would have intervened immediately.
No use lamenting — Xu Lang wasn't an omnipotent deity who could maximize every advantage at once.
Right now, the issue he had to face eclipsed everything else; it was critical.
"180,000 Nightmare Essence!"
"This time, I'm going to drain it in one go!"
"Building Wars and a mysterious creature coinciding like this—there's definitely something fishy!"
Before going to bed, Xu Lang rarely ordered others not to disturb him.
This time, he was going to have a proper dream!
…
Simulation start.
Simulation time: Blood Mist Era year 93,333, July 3, three minutes before Building Wars begin.
"Xu Lang, why are you still sleeping? The Building Wars are about to start!" Cao Yaxuan and Tong Qi stood at the bedside, their faces full of worry.
Chi Qingman knelt nearby, her gaze flickering constantly as she forced herself to stay calm.
"Got it." Xu Lang rolled over and sat up, glancing at the consumption rate of the Nightmare Essence and quietly exhaling in relief.
The Nightmare Essence was being consumed slowly.
Cao Yaxuan was slightly surprised that Xu Lang got up immediately at a shout, then visibly pleased.
Everyone knew Xu Lang's sleep schedule was rock-solid: midnight to eight a.m., almost never changing.
All the women had assumed he would sleep the same tonight.
Sleeping through the Building Wars for eight hours — impossible to even imagine; the man was a sleep god.
In the Demon King Castle main hall, Wang Yazhi and the others were fully geared up and ready; the atmosphere was solemn.
Wang Yazhi, Sherry, Xu Ruyan, Xu Xiaomeng, Zhen Lu, Senior Sister Red Butterfly, Gu Ya, Han Zhixiu, Ayiguli, Jinsha, Yinsha, White Sand, Kui Zi, Miaoying, Mary, Zhichun, Zhixia, Zhiqiu, and Zhidong were all present.
Even Evil Furry Grain stood beside Zhen Lu, its black eyes reflecting nervousness.
"Xu Lang, I have a feeling this Building War will be very different from a normal one," Wang Yazhi spoke first, her icy, ethereal face serious.
"I feel it too," Gu Ya nodded in agreement.
Mad King Building always pulled stunts in normal games; now that it was a Building War, the Mad King Building surely had something hidden.
"It should be so," Xu Lang said, already used to the Mad King Building's antics — nothing happening would be the abnormality.
Although this was only a simulation, it was an important one, so he behaved as if it were a real run-through. That way, the information collected would be maximally useful and nothing would be missed.