“No wonder no one in the chat room shared the newspaper content. With that much text, even spirit-typing would take forever!”

“Titan Ruins... so the Blood Mist World actually has regional divisions!”

“Giants taller than mountains?! Seriously?! Has anyone actually seen one!”

“Don’t say it, don’t you dare say it—actually, there used to be rumors like that, early stories from the Twilight Building!”

“Damn it, Old Wang, why didn’t you tell me about this!”

“Everyone shut up, shut up!”

“Bastard, what are you doing, are you trying to turn the page!”

“Don’t push, don’t push, don’t push!”

“...”

Half an hour passed.

Many people were freezing, snot dripping from their noses.

The wind on the Mad King Building was bitterly cold at night, carrying a sharp Yin Energy.

This Yin Energy drifted over from Embroidery Lake; the closer you got to the lake, the heavier the Yin Energy became.

Yet, even shivering from the cold, no one was willing to leave.

This group of Workers had finally finished reading the entire Blood Mist Morning Paper.

At the very end of the paper was a line of tiny blood-red text.

[It is forbidden to reveal any information about the Mad King Building to outsiders. Violators will be executed. Informants can exchange credible information with me for a limited wish. If you have solid intel, DM me directly—Xu Lang.]

Information about the Mad King Building had to be kept strictly confidential, especially details about the Taleblade Demon Box!

“Holy crap, execution!”

“The Dorm Owner doesn’t even need a blade—just swallow us into the Demon Box World, and we’ll go mad on our own!”

“That line of text is dripping with murderous intent. Is the Dorm Owner a bit pissed? Has someone already leaked our info?”

“What do I do, I’m so tempted... When I was Pioneering this morning, Old Wang disappeared from my sight for ten seconds. I suspect he secretly contacted an outsider!” 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

“Holy crap, bro, don’t do this!”

“If the Dorm Owner catches you making false reports, our fate might be worse than death. I heard he has a slow-flay skill—anyone he cuts feels unbearable agony!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard that too! But nowadays, the venerable Dorm Owner is more efficient—he kills without blood, so others don’t feel the pain!”

“The Dorm Owner’s own dorm is called the Demon King Castle. You think there are punishments like soul refinement there?”

“What are you guys even talking about!”

“We’re saying nothing—answering the Dorm Owner’s call, eradicating dorm traitors!”

“Answering the Dorm Owner’s call, eradicating dorm traitors!”

No one knew which bastard shouted it first, but the other Workers had no choice but to join in.

Even those who had no idea what was going on followed along with righteous indignation, though they didn’t know who the enemy was or what they had done.

That was the so-called power of the collective.

...

Late night.

Dormitory 20.

“Bro, our Dorm Owner isn’t ordinary,” the Beast-Head Swordsman said as he poured a cup of tea for Tulu, his movements surprisingly delicate, like an elegant and graceful lady.

A copy of the Blood Mist Morning Paper sat on the table.

“Hmph, didn’t someone say that in this Dorm Survival Game, combat power is king? Once I recover from my injuries, I’m going to challenge Xu Lang in a one-on-one fight!” Tulu snorted.

He had been wounded before even arriving at the Mad King Building, and the injuries were severe.

He sat cross-legged by the tea table, like a small mountain of meat, the wounds on his body already scabbed over without the use of any medicine.

Both of them were new arrivals to the Mad King Building, without any supplies. The tea they drank was brought by the Beast-Head Swordsman himself.

The Beast-Head Swordsman shook his head and said, “You’re thinking of society too simply. The environment you lived in before was probably a tribal society... I’m not saying you’re barbaric; on the contrary, I find you very relatable, because our Thunderclap Tribe only left that social structure not long ago.”

“What’s the problem? Is there something wrong?” Tulu asked.

“A mature society is very complicated. It’s not like you defeat the alpha wolf in a challenge and become the leader,” the Beast-Head Swordsman took a sip of tea and explained slowly. “You probably won’t even get to see the Dorm Owner before you’re beaten to death by his subordinates.”

“Then I’ll just directly... message him!” Tulu said, unconvinced.

The Beast-Head Swordsman quickly stopped him. “Don’t, don’t, you fool. Doing that won’t get him to acknowledge you, and it might even draw the hostility of some petty people who’ll use your head as a trophy to flatter the Dorm Owner.”

Tulu wanted to argue, but he felt the Beast-Head Swordsman was looking out for him, and what he said made some sense.

The two had been together for a while and had exchanged names.

The Beast-Head Swordsman was called Sword Saint. He hadn’t used a Name Change Card; that was his birth name.

According to him, every Beastman tribe had a Sword Saint.

And he was the strongest Sword Saint among all the Beastman tribes, capable of cutting lightning with his blade. He had survived a great catastrophe and accidentally entered the Dorm Survival Game.

Tulu’s situation was similar. He was the strongest warrior in his tribe, surviving a clan-extinction disaster, and in a state of utter despair, he had seen the Gate of Ten Thousand Lies.

Players who entered the Dorm Survival Game through the Gate of Ten Thousand Lies apparently weren’t ordinary folks.

It was normal for the special passage not to be open to ordinary people.

“Then what do you suggest? Do we just let him rule over us forever?” Tulu said coldly.

“For now, that’s all we can do,” Sword Saint said with a wry smile.

To put it bluntly, they didn’t even have the qualifications to meet Xu Lang yet.

“Sigh!” Tulu let out a frustrated groan.

“Don’t worry. We can wait for other players who came through the Gate of Ten Thousand Lies. They’re naturally closer to us,” Sword Saint said calmly, then smiled. “And we can also wait for the native players here to come pledge their allegiance.”

Upon hearing this, a cold glint flashed in Tulu’s eyes. “Native players? Don’t they just want to kill us? That greedy look in their eyes makes me sick!”

“You made a brilliant impression earlier. Some people think we have great potential... You can open your private messages, just think about it in your mind. Someone should have sent you a friend request by now,” Sword Saint smiled. “Don’t be hostile. Talk nicely.”

“Hmph!” Tulu snorted again.