Zhang Dahai saw the appearance of the Gluttony Demon and other tales, and immediately knew his combat power wasn't crucial, so he seized every opportunity to find a place to hide.

As he ran and ran, the world turned dark. Looking back, he saw a black box about ten meters away.

Then, he subconsciously turned his head back, and this black box appeared as if skipping frames, now only five meters away, and had become incredibly huge!

Cold sweat dripped down Zhang Dahai's forehead, and he immediately changed direction to flee.

The giant black box then appeared beside him, swallowing him whole in one gulp.

The world plunged into complete darkness!

Immersed in this pitch-black world, Zhang Dahai's thoughts instead grew calm.

The black box seemed to be Lang Ge's item...

The next second, the world began to brighten.

He appeared under a sky covered in dark clouds. The surrounding environment was exactly the same as the Mad King Building, only exceptionally dark and oppressive.

Here, he saw Xu Ruyan and the Red-Haired Grandma and other tales.

However, he no longer dared to move recklessly, fearing he might violate some taboo.

"We're safe." Xu Ruyan turned to look at Zhang Dahai and smiled.

Zhang Dahai breathed a sigh of relief and guessed, "What place is this? The inner world of the Mad King Building?" 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"This is the Demon Box world."

A voice sounded from behind.

Zhang Dahai turned his head and saw Xu Lang leisurely walking over.

Yet, his heart tightened fiercely, and he felt like he couldn't breathe.

This place was so bizarre, could it be the reason for Xu Lang's strength?

Would he be silenced?!

"The Demon Box is a tale Curio, that black box you saw." Xu Lang said with a faint smile, "Anyone who sees the Demon Box will be cursed. As long as the curse concentration is high enough, I can pull them into this world."

Zhang Dahai swallowed hard, "Is there a limit to the number of targets that can be cursed?"

"None." Xu Lang replied.

Zhang Dahai was instantly utterly horrified.

Not long ago, when Xu Lang went to the supermarket to buy things, he seemed to be carrying this box too. Could it have been intentional?!

"Yes, it was intentional on my part." Xu Lang said with a beaming smile, "Most people in the Mad King Building have already been cursed by me, it's just that the curse concentration isn't high yet."

"So that's how it is!" Zhang Dahai felt uneasy in his heart.

He really had a big mouth, why did he ask that?

Also, Lang Ge, why did you actually answer? I really didn't want to know these things!

"Don't worry, I won't silence you, but you have to help me keep the secret." Xu Lang smiled.

"Okay!" Zhang Dahai's heart settled, and he thumped his chest loudly.

Xu Lang nodded. Black vortices appeared on the three of them, and they vanished along with them.

...

On the tenth-floor corridor, the Malignance Demon Box in Xu Xiaomeng's hand suddenly opened its lid. Three figures, growing from small to large, were spat out.

They were precisely Xu Lang, Xu Ruyan, and Zhang Dahai!

"Wow, it really works!" Cao Yaxuan exclaimed in pleasant surprise, "Xu Lang, you've really found amazing uses for this Demon Box!"

"Not bad, I guess." Xu Lang said modestly.

If nothing else, using the Demon Box as a transit station was indeed quite good.

"Thank you, Lang Ge, for saving me!" Zhang Dahai expressed his gratitude.

Even though it was an experience of less than half an hour, he felt as if a lifetime had passed.

"Small issue." Xu Lang smiled.

The people around were all greatly astonished to see Zhang Dahai suddenly appear.

"Uncle Dahai, how did you get here?" Tao Tao, being held by Luo Lin, asked with bright, shining eyes.

"Uh... Uncle knows how to perform the 'vanishing person' trick!" Zhang Dahai scratched his head with a silly grin.

"Tao Tao, don't ask random questions." Luo Lin patted Tao Tao's shoulder.

Dozens of biochemical soldiers stood in the corridor. These were all guards for the tenth floor. Although their strength was limited, they could still serve as a defense against sudden situations at critical moments.

Currently, Dorm 199 had gained another business.

That was selling biochemical soldiers.

Right at that moment, Xu Xiaomeng called out, "Someone else died!"

[Mad King Building Players: 1001 people]

After the previous round of the game ended, players could see the total number of players in the Mad King Building.

With less than an hour until the meeting between players from both sides, over a dozen Mad King Building players had already died, and the rate of death was still increasing.

...

Li Shuwen, Wu Peng, and these other leaders in charge of negotiations remained steady. Both sides stood before the handover line, clearly demarcated.

But others weren't like that.

There was a Mad King Building player invited by the Twilight Building to eat. As they walked, the Mad King Building player stabbed a knife into the Twilight Building player's heart.

Similarly, there were also Mad King Building players following Twilight Building players. As they walked, a group of people suddenly rushed out, surrounded them, and pinned them to the ground to kill them.

At the same time, there were also Twilight Building players entering the Mad King Building's safe zones.

Who would emerge victorious depended entirely on one's methods.

Not killing you might not necessarily bring benefits, but killing you absolutely, damn well, had benefits!

Not to mention the community tasks for both sides, just the wealth on the other party's person was enough to make people covetous.

Floors fought life-and-death battles against each other, let alone against outsiders!

Li Shuwen and Wu Peng pretended not to see, allowing these bottom-tier players to spread out like ink within the other side's safe zones.

...

"Shared Glory and Shame?! Mad Judgment?!"

In the Twilight Building's conference room, several Factory Heads looked at the Mad King Building player kneeling in the center, clicking their tongues in amazement.

There were three Mad King Building players who had been captured.

Two were already dead, having died right beside the still-living Mad King Building player, their ends miserable.

"Are you fucking lying to me? Are your dormitory traits in the Mad King Building really this broken?" A Factory Head, a human built like a bear, asked with a grave expression, glaring fiercely at the surviving Mad King Building player.

Shared Glory and Shame, giving forty more dormitory upgrade slots per round compared to other dormitory buildings!

This was equivalent to gaining 40 turrets and 40 population per round, while also greatly increasing the probability of high-level dormitories appearing!

"Of course it's true." The Mad King Building player replied sullenly, "Other newly relocated players also think the Mad King Building's traits are broken, thinking it's a good thing... Hah!"

At the end, the Mad King Building player sneered coldly.

"What's so funny? Isn't this a good thing?" Another Factory Head, a centaur, asked coldly.

"I'm not someone who loves to risk my life. I'd rather stay in a wellness building." The Mad King Building player said through gritted teeth, "But in the Mad King Building, if you don't fight desperately, you can't survive. It's too cutthroat here. If you don't work hard for one round of the game, the gap becomes as vast as heaven and earth!"

The centaur Factory Head's orange eyes flashed, "Is your game difficulty very high?"

If the game difficulty wasn't high, he was somewhat considering switching buildings.

The potential of the Mad King Building seemed quite significant.

"What do you think?" The Mad King Building player risked death with a rhetorical question, then added, "In the last round of the game, the monsters attacking us numbered nearly one hundred thousand."

"That many? Could they all have been level zero Skeleton Soldiers?" Another bald old man wearing a kimono stroked his chin and said.

His name was Slimehead Oni, in charge of the "Pharmaceutical Factory." It's said he was one of the Twilight Building's earliest players and held great prestige among all the Factory Heads.

"Level zero Skeleton Soldiers? Are you fucking dreaming?!"

The Mad King Building player almost couldn't hold back and cursed out loud.

Thinking of the endless Rakshasa Main Army from the last round of the game, the corner of his mouth twitched:

"At least level ten!"

"What I mean is, the basic soldiers, at the very least, are level ten!!!"