Fierce Horror Dorm: Take a Concubine to Get Stronger

“Something’s wrong?” Senior Sister Red Butterfly, wearing a JK uniform with thick black stockings, sat on the windowsill and asked immediately when she noticed Xu Lang’s strange expression.

“I saw a terrifying boss. That place has left the safe zone and is in another space.” Xu Lang nodded, looking at Senior Sister Red Butterfly. “Let’s go there again.”

Senior Sister Red Butterfly suddenly revealed an evil smile. “Then kneel down and beg... fine, I’ll take you there now.”

Before she could finish speaking, Xu Lang’s gaze made her whole body tingle.

They were still on the Nightmare Bed, after all—this was Xu Lang’s home turf!

The Black Vortex opened wide, its other end leading to the Blood River.

...

“Monster, die!” Zhang Sanfeng held a Dharma sword, locked in combat with a scarlet frog monster.

If it weren’t for being in the Blood River, he would definitely be drenched in sweat by now.

The scarlet frog monster had far too high base attributes, and its mechanics were no joke; he was completely outmatched.

Helpless—he wasn’t a physical-oriented player to begin with.

“Gurgle!”

The scarlet frog monster opened its mouth and inhaled. The Blood River instantly churned with turbulent currents, destabilizing Zhang Sanfeng’s stance and pulling him forward a step.

The next second, a thick, long tongue shot straight at him!

At the critical moment, the Black Vortex opened, and the Rakshasa Incarnation stepped out, slashing the long tongue clean off with one blade strike.

Seeing the tide turn against it, the scarlet frog monster turned to flee.

The Rakshasa Incarnation drew its blade. A scarlet saber aura spread out, killing the scarlet frog monster instantly.

The Blood Immortal · Rakshasa Dharma Body’s strength lay in its ability to grow alongside Xu Lang—the stronger the latter became, the stronger the former grew.

“Lord Dorm Owner, thank you for saving me!” Zhang Sanfeng expressed overwhelming gratitude, his eyes both fearful and hopeful as he stared at the Rakshasa Incarnation.

He had been holding his ground here all along, hoping to get lucky.

When he had first encountered the scarlet frog monster, he had already started to regret it. But now, regret was gone, replaced by pure anticipation.

Xu Lang was always generous when he acted.

The main reason was that he had way too many resources. If he didn’t spread them out, they would depreciate rapidly after a single game round.

“Take this. Guard this place well.”

The Black Vortex opened, and a uniquely shaped longsword was tossed out.

Zhang Sanfeng caught it with one hand and immediately felt his breath quicken.

It was actually a Level 25 Excellent-grade weapon!

“Thank you, Lord Dorm Owner, for your boundless grace! I will live up to your trust and serve as a proper teleportation beacon!” Zhang Sanfeng was sharp-tongued; he was the one who had liaised with the Twilight Building alongside Li Shuwen back then.

There were many talented people like him on the fifteenth floor. Brokers, Intelligence Analysts, and facility Planners were basically all gathered there.

Just then, a group of people swam over.

Leading them was none other than Bai Wuya. He found the Rakshasa Incarnation somewhat familiar, then spotted Senior Sister Red Butterfly and immediately guessed what was going on.

“Lord Dorm Owner, is there anything I can help with?” Bai Wuya asked.

“Perfect timing. Guard this place together with Zhang Sanfeng,” Xu Lang instructed.

“Got it!” Bai Wuya responded without asking why.

Bai Wuya was the official Floor Leader of the twelfth floor, nicknamed the King of Mercenaries. This was because all the players on the twelfth floor moonlighted as Mercenaries and had a solid reputation. Whenever anyone went Pioneering or requested backup, they always chose twelfth-floor players.

This time, Bai Wuya had also taken on a commission to clear out a Supply Point outside. He had been planning to grab his own territory’s supplies anyway, so he took the job along the way. He never expected to run into Xu Lang on the road.

With Zhang Sanfeng and Bai Wuya’s team on the job, this beacon was thoroughly secured.

The Rakshasa Incarnation took Senior Sister Red Butterfly’s hand, and the two re-entered the crack in the earth.

After they left, Bai Wuya immediately sent Zhang Sanfeng a Private Message, asking what had happened.

Zhang Sanfeng just shook his head and said nothing.

Xu Lang hadn’t forbidden him from revealing information, but he also hadn’t given him permission to say anything. Right now, he was at a critical moment to climb the ladder of success, even more cautious than officials angling for a promotion.

...

“Woo~ The plane is crashing down~” The mysterious creature fluttered its wide sleeves, running around with the drone in hand like a dancing butterfly.

Suddenly, it stopped in its tracks and turned to look at a cave entrance on the side.

The Rakshasa Incarnation leaped out from it, its appearance as ferocious as an evil ghost, its form towering. In terms of looks alone, the Rakshasa Incarnation was far more terrifying than the mysterious creature.

But that was just the surface. Beneath the mysterious creature’s skin lay a bottomless abyss.

“You... what are you doing?” The Rakshasa Incarnation was visibly shaken.

Even though it kept its eyes tightly shut, it could still sense what the mysterious creature was up to.

To activate the Nightmare Eye, it had to at least see the target. But before implementing the skirt-lifting tactic, Xu Lang still wanted to try surviving longer without looking directly at the creature.

“None of your business.” The mysterious creature’s voice started as a kind of hum, then transformed into comprehensible human speech as it reached Xu Lang’s ears.

But the moment he understood what it said, an unparalleled, terrifying “impression” forcefully crashed into his mind.

This time, without staring directly at the mysterious creature, Xu Lang felt much better.

Before the Rakshasa Incarnation collapsed, he still opened his eyes to take a glance at it.

Even though he had seen countless bizarre Blood Mist creatures, he had never seen a form that felt so uniquely strange—like a ghost wearing clothes.

Its true form was definitely not as simple as it appeared.

[Nightmare Eye · Mysterious Creature: Charm -50,000. Charm direction: Fear, Chaos, Despair]

...

Charm negative fifty thousand points—absolutely insane!

Would Nightmare Apostles end up like this too when they developed further?

Thinking of the Nightmare Apostles reminded Xu Lang of a new trick.

If all else failed later, he would have Floating Life Play sacrifice himself to forcibly drag the mysterious creature into a dream.

Then, they’d clash head-on in the dream realm!

Floating Life Play was the one who had most fully developed the Nightmare Apostle ability. One of his original abilities was highly representative.

[Life is but a Dream: When a Nightmare Apostle dies, they instantly complete dream weaving]

Floating Life Play’s subsequent development direction was to die within a dream, then instantly weave a second dream, cycling through dreams infinitely.

That ambition was enormous.

After all, some people with strong enough willpower might regain a sliver of control in a dream. But with this ability, even if the dreamer managed to kill the Nightmare Apostle, the dream would just loop endlessly.

Every night, the Nightmare Apostles would pay court to Xu Lang and report intelligence.

The five Nightmare Apostles learned and borrowed from each other, but due to differences in their personalities, the others hadn’t developed this ability yet.

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“You... why are you here again?” The mysterious creature stared at the Rakshasa Incarnation appearing before it, its head full of question marks.

Xu Lang felt that this mysterious creature still had a flaw—it hadn’t realized that he was a clone.

Not a hexagon-type warrior?

That made things easier.

“You are a subject of the Mad King, right?” The Rakshasa Incarnation’s mouth and nose were bleeding, but its gaze was locked firmly onto the mysterious creature.

Dying instantly every single time wasn’t sustainable—he was getting too little information.

“You actually know His Majesty, the Mad King?” The mysterious creature held the drone in its hand, staring fixedly at Xu Lang.