Chapter 558: A Gift from the Mad King Building, the Secret Resistance
Manufacturing operations were in full swing, and the frog monsters were skinned down to the bone, but there really were surprises.
One surprise came from Sheng Qi’s side: they discovered that processed frog monster skin could be made into raincoats that blocked blood rain mutations.
The other surprise was a pure accident. After Wu Huihui learned what the Neighborhood Committee planned through the Floor Leader group, she tried processing frog monsters herself and found that, once treated, frog monster meat could be eaten—highly filling and quite delicious.
For a moment, Mad King Building seemed to become a primitive tribe.
Players began to appear in the corridors, dropping by each other’s rooms and researching the eight hundred uses for frog monsters.
“Haha, does anyone have livestock skills? Let’s see how these frog monsters breed.”
“Tsk tsk, if we had these in our old Beast Building, they would’ve taken up a Breeding Ground slot!”
“I wonder if the Dorm Owner’s Demon Box World can raise them. As long as there’s blood rain they’ll grow—these frog monsters are so practical.”
Players wearing frog-monster raincoats went outside, collecting frog monsters and chatting as they worked.
Because frog monsters couldn’t be turned into loot, nobody wanted their corpses at first. There were many discarded remains under Mad King Building; now those former garbage heaps had become treasures.
Some players paid top prices for frog-monster raincoats, dove into the Safe Zone, and never forgot to sweep floors.
This wave of frog-monster manufacturing instantly enriched Sheng Qi, and players on the sixteenth floor benefited as well.
And the ultimate winner, naturally, was the Neighborhood Committee.
Players registered their information with the Neighborhood Committee, and those with manufacturing skills were specially recruited from the outset to frantically produce frog-monster raincoats.
Manufacturing skills, unless at very high levels, require collaboration; working together can double efficiency.
Once they monopolized the supply, other players had to sell frog monster corpses whether they wanted to or not, because holding onto them would only ruin prices.
There was only one buyer: the Neighborhood Committee.
Mary set the prices, and they were absolutely in line with market conditions—very fair.
Yet still, some people were dissatisfied.
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Eighth floor, Dorm 145.
A burly man rushed into the secondary bedroom and smashed his fist into the wall. “Damn it, Haozi has been forcibly conscripted!”
Another lanky man followed, closed the door, and sighed, “There’s nothing we can do. We were too honest back then and leaked all of Haozi’s personal info. If not, we could’ve secretly bought frog monster corpses and made a pile of money now.”
One was the Dorm Owner, the other a Tenant. The burly man was Chen Weilong, a ringleader Li Xianzhou had planted on the eighth floor from the former Twilight Building, tasked with organizing many bottom-tier former Twilight Building players.
Right now Chen Weilong could only hide in the small room and vent his anger.
He dared not do otherwise, afraid other tenants would snitch.
Xu Lang probably wouldn’t care, but damn it, Zhou Ye and the others would!
The King of Hell might be talkable, but little ghosts were hard to deal with!
“This won’t do!” Chen Weilong seemed to set his jaw, saying fiercely, “As long as that guy is still alive, we’ll live in his shadow forever!”
For bottom-tier players, the Demon Box Curse was both a last-resort trump card and a shelter.
But for someone like him, it was poison.
“Shh!” The lanky man startled and immediately raised a hand to hush him.
“What’s to fear?” Chen Weilong snorted coldly.
“If that elder hears us talking…” the lanky man broke into a cold sweat.
“He won’t bother with this stuff, and besides…” Chen Weilong sneered and took out a pendant. “Do you think I’d be this angry without a chance to break free from the game?”
Anger without confidence is impotent rage; anger with justification lands like thunder.
A line of item information appeared before the lanky man’s eyes.
[Eye of Mora]
[Type: Curio]
[Level: 15]
[Rarity: Epic]
[Effect: Hypnotic oddity, Tale, Super Ethereal Form]
[Description: Sleep now…]
“Wei-ge, where did you get this? It’s an epic-level curio!?” the lanky man exclaimed in shock, then added happily, “You put the Tale curse to sleep?!”
[Eye of Mora activated, targets “Zhao Changgeng” and “Demon Box Curse”, hypnosis check in progress… check successful!]
“Succeeded.” Chen Weilong smiled with satisfaction. “The Tale on you has fallen into slumber.”
“Really?!” Zhao Changgeng cried in joy.
“Yeah. In the future it will only pass politically correct info to Xu Lang.” Chen Weilong said with a grin.
“Hahaha!” Zhao Changgeng couldn’t help laughing out loud.
Where there’s policy from above, there are countermeasures below.
“Changgeng, can I trust you?” Chen Weilong suddenly asked solemnly.
Zhao Changgeng’s laughter stopped abruptly and his expression turned serious. “Absolutely. Wei-ge, you saved my life!”
Chen Weilong didn’t answer, staring at Zhao Changgeng with a strange intensity.
Zhao Changgeng hurriedly switched the topic. “Wei-ge, you still haven’t said where you got this Eye of Mora.”
Chen Weilong looked Zhao Changgeng in the eye and replied, “From Mad King Building.”
“Mad King Building?!” Zhao Changgeng reacted in surprise.
“After Mad King Building broadcast last night, I received a mission called ‘Kill the Cheater’—epic difficulty. The Eye of Mora was an advance reward!” Chen Weilong took a deep breath, holding back his excitement, and said, “Xu Lang is so arrogant because he’s using cheats!”
Zhao Changgeng felt his heart churn and then a surge of ambition rose up!
Mad King Building was going to strike Xu Lang hard—great!
Chen Weilong narrated:
“Our top authority used to be the Neighborhood Committee, but now it’s become Mad King Building itself!”
“Xu Lang is just a player; can he beat Mad King Building?!”
“With Mad King Building’s backing, the plan isn’t foolproof but it’s very reliable.”
“Even if it fails, we can just bail; Mad King Building will keep handing out benefits!”
“All we need to do is lie low, digest the benefits Mad King Building gives us!”
“Xu Lang is the Human Emperor now. Once we take him out, we’ll be the ones to become emperors—then we’ll be Mad King Building’s favorite children!”
Zhao Changgeng’s blood was fully fired up, though a few doubts lingered.
If Mad King Building wanted Xu Lang dead, why not act directly? Maybe some rules prevent it? That seemed reasonable.
He, too, was a veteran player and knew something about dormitory operations.
Once he figured out the key point, all hesitations vanished.
This time, he was going to pull off something big!