Fierce Horror Dorm: Take a Concubine to Get Stronger

At midnight, the Nightmare Lord fell asleep.

Xu Lang multitasked, simultaneously crafting five dreams.

In the first dream, five Nightmare Apostles were reporting to him, narrating the most truthful and reliable information.

In the second dream, he vigorously developed the Scarlet Shepherd sequence, researching the variants and applications of its various abilities.

In the third dream, he sat still at the seat of consciousness, cultivating the Mystic Sovereign Meditation Art, comprehending usable mysteries from the flood of knowledge.

In the fourth dream, he delved deep into the Demon Box World, strengthening the connection with Earth.

In the fifth dream, he controlled the Rakshasa Incarnation, continuing to harass Agatha at the Mad King’s bedchamber.

Crafting five dreams simultaneously, as Xu Lang spent more time as the Nightmare Lord, his understanding of dreams became increasingly mysterious and unfathomable.

Of these five dreams, some were deeply connected to reality—like the fifth dream—while others had no impact on reality whatsoever—like the second dream.

Reality and illusion blurred indistinctly within the dreams.

Dreams were truly a magical thing. Within a dream, it seemed everything could be realized.

If Xu Lang hadn’t been dreaming his entire life, he truly wouldn’t have been able to grasp the Nightmare Lord’s power, and would have gotten lost in dreams as he delved deeper into its abilities.

Tonight, Senior Sister Red Butterfly was going to lead the Rakshasa Incarnation to the ground fissure, so her point-farming efficiency would inevitably drop.

After several rounds of reinforcement, Senior Sister Red Butterfly’s base attributes were second only to Xu Lang’s, and her Charm points had naturally taken first place. She was the main point-farming Pal.

Her bare Charm suppressed a crowd of talented beauties—Senior Sister Red Butterfly was indeed awesome.

But to probe for more intel on Agatha, Xu Lang had to reluctantly sacrifice some Nightmare Coin income.

Agatha’s own threat was one thing, but her background was another.

The Mad King was definitely directly connected to the Mad King Building. Perhaps he was the ultimate target for Mad King Building players.

Maybe taking down the Mad King would allow him to become the true Dorm Owner.

Even if Agatha’s Charm was negative fifty thousand points, or even negative one hundred thousand, Xu Lang had to grit his teeth and push through.

Besides these five dreams, Xu Lang also opened an additional perspective as the master of the Taleblade Demon Box.

This perspective constantly switched between the flying dragons, the Giant Tree, and the Gray Giant, while simultaneously maintaining control to prevent the Demon Box Curse at Titan Dragon City from going rampant and infecting dragons other than the twelve.

This was already the limit of what Xu Lang could handle.

Preventing the Demon Box Curse from going rampant was something he had been doing all along.

The higher his awareness, the more he knew his own insignificance. Xu Lang never dared to let his guard down in the Blood Mist World.

After all, even the mighty Dorm Survival Game was not the master of the Blood Mist World.

And so, a single night passed quietly.

The next day, the water level outside Mad King Building had dropped to the tenth floor. At this rate, by this time tomorrow, the blood water in the Safe Zone would be completely drained.

Sherry was the first to wake up. She immediately went to observe the Golden Time Rewind Clock, then confirmed one thing.

Today was July first—the first day of the new month.

The three time wheels of the Golden Time Rewind Clock indeed symbolized year, month, and day. She just didn’t know what that symbol at the very top represented.

Sherry guessed it was also a unit of time, but one higher than year, month, and day.

Just then, Zhixia came trotting over, followed by Evil Furry Grain. “Sister Sherry!”

“Zhixia, what’s up?” Sherry’s thoughts interrupted, she asked with a smile.

“There’s a bit of sunlight outside. I want to take Evil Furry Grain for a walk around the hallway!” Zhixia bounced on her tiptoes, eager to go.

Sherry’s gaze dropped down. First, she saw a pair of well-defined, olive-toned calves. Looking further down, Zhixia had already changed into a pair of sneakers, fully prepared.

“Go on, go on. Don’t go too far, and watch out for anyone hiding blood water for a sneak attack.” Sherry smiled. Though she felt the chances of one person and one dog encountering danger were low, she still gave a word of caution.

In truth, Zhixia’s perception was much stronger than her own, what with her electronic eyes and magnetic field sensing.

“Got it!” Zhixia was off in a flash.

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Tong Qi got up early. She had just come out of the bathroom when she heard the Ghost Child calling at the door.

When she walked over, she saw the four Guardian Spirits staring at her with eager eyes.

“Yiya yiya!” The Ghost Child gestured frantically, jumping around on the Shrine in a panic, its chubby little feet seemingly unafraid of slipping.

“What’s wrong?” Tong Qi, even with her full mastery of baby talk, was a bit confused.

The Ghost Child pointed at the door, gesturing up and down.

When the Demon King Castle was flooded, Xu Lang had adjusted the four Guardian Spirits to inside the room. This way, though the Guardian Spirits would lose their effectiveness, they wouldn’t have to suffer being soaked.

“You can’t go out. It’s dangerous outside.” Tong Qi didn’t have the habit of checking private messages as soon as she woke up, so she didn’t know the blood water had receded.

The Ghost Child grew frantic, hopping onto Tong Qi’s shoulder and pointing toward the window.

Tong Qi glanced at the window, then at the monitor screen. A look of ecstasy immediately filled her face as she cheered, “The blood water receded! The blood water receded!”

“Yeah, it receded last night.” Zhidong walked over, a gentle smile on her warm, sisterly face.

“Great, great!” Tong Qi said happily. “What about Teacher Sherry? Does she know?”

“She already knows.” Zhidong smiled. “Teacher Sherry is in the bathroom now. After breakfast, she might go out for a stroll too.”

There were many bathrooms in the Demon King Castle. The larger ones were on the second floor, which also had a terrace. The girls usually spent a lot of time on the second floor.

“I see!” Tong Qi was about to exchange a few more pleasantries when the Ghost Child on her shoulder quickly tugged at her hair, almost in tears, like a child on the way to an amusement park whose parent runs into an old acquaintance and just keeps chatting.

“Hehe, you can head out first. You might even run into Zhixia and Evil Furry Grain.” Zhidong smiled.

Being cooped up at home for over ten days had driven everyone stir-crazy.

“Alright, tell Mary I’m skipping breakfast!” Tong Qi carried two Guardian Spirits on her shoulders and dragged two more in her hands, then opened the door and walked out.

This morning, the Demon King Castle’s early hours were especially lively. When Cao Yaxuan and the others woke up and learned the blood water had receded, they too abandoned breakfast and went out to join the fun and breathe fresh air.

Though, in theory, the air inside the Demon King Castle was fresher, they still felt the outside air had a “lively energy”—a faint chill mixed with the scent of blood—a nostalgic sort of atmosphere they kind of missed.

In truth, it wasn’t just the Demon King Castle. Today, the entire upper ten floors were buzzing with activity.

Likewise, players from the lower ten floors swam up.

The lively atmosphere could easily set up dozens of banquet tables.