Xu Lang's mouth twitched.

He had heard far too many so-called "truths" like this.

As his own safety became more assured, he had gradually begun to examine the world beneath his feet, but the result was always a foggy haze.

Therefore, he had also developed a habit: reading books.

At the same time, Saladin's words came back to his mind.

The Mad King Building seemed to have oversimplified reality. While it allowed players to grow rapidly, it also caused them to lose their standards for judging real things.

For example, if the Mad King Building disappeared one day, the survival rate of players would be far lower than those "natives" in the Blood Mist World.

Although players were elite, they were, after all, transfer students.

However, if the dormitory building was truly a training system, it should later compensate for this shortcoming of the players.

But then again, expecting the Dorm Survival Game to be the righteous side, the orderly side, was more hopeless than expecting your father to be the King of Angels.

Xu Lang took a deep breath and said to Wang Yazhi:

"This Rakshasa Ghost Mask is not something a human can wear. It's this sinister even before putting it on! This thing can genuinely turn people into lunatics!"

"The status of a B-rank Sequence is even higher than we imagined!"

"Use it less in the future. Try not to use it at all!"

If Wang Yazhi's risk of losing control was wearing the mask, then what was the risk of losing control for his own Scarlet Shepherd?

You have to understand, Scarlet Shepherd was B-3, a full thirty ranks ahead of the Rakshasa Sequence!

"I understand," Wang Yazhi said, her face filled with gravity.

Unless absolutely necessary, she would resolutely not use the Rakshasa Mask.

She had a terrifying suspicion: the Rakshasa Ghost Mask hypnotized them back then so that the Yellow Sand Army could surround them from behind, forcing her into a corner where she would have no choice but to put on the ghost mask!

"Later, we can ask Brahman and the others. They might have methods to curb losing control," Cao Yaxuan patted Wang Yazhi's shoulder, her tone comforting.

If a gun appears at the beginning of a scene, it will definitely go off by the end.

As a part of the Sequence, the Rakshasa Ghost Mask would also grow alongside Wang Yazhi. One day, Wang Yazhi would have to use it.

This was the Dorm Survival Game, not heaven.

"I think Sister Yazhi, you could prepare two skills for calming the mind and focusing the spirit. That would be effective," Tong Qi said, then added, "It might be because I meditate frequently. Before Brother Lang spoke, I was already starting to come to my senses."

Xu Lang reacted so quickly purely by relying on his high spirit attribute, brute-forcing his way through. Her situation was somewhat different.

"Alright!" Wang Yazhi's hand instinctively gripped her sword.

As long as she held her sword, her heart could find peace.

Millions of repetitions of sword practice had also shaped Wang Yazhi's character. When she encountered a problem, what she thought about most was facing it head-on. This was very different from Xu Lang, who avoided things whenever possible.

After all, Xu Lang was the Nightmare Lord, not the God of War, Ares.

...

At two in the morning, Xu Lang woke up, his eyes clear.

Yesterday, Wang Yazhi's Charm increased, and with her wearing new attire, the charm points of all the women had made significant progress again. Now, sleeping for three hours yielded two thousand Nightmare Coins.

So, he adopted segmented sleep, aiming to push the Nightmare Coins past one hundred thousand in two hours.

[Base Nightmare Coins 80, Conversion Rate 2397%, Total Production in 2 hours: 1997 Nightmare Coins]

[Total Nightmare Coins: 100964]

"Finally, one hundred thousand Nightmare Coins!"

Xu Lang let out a long sigh of relief.

The commotion wasn't small, but none of the women woke up.

The noble-tier Nightmare Bed was simply too comfortable. Xu Lang was the god among gods in the realm of sleep, which was why he could wake up freely. The others basically wouldn't wake up unless they had slept their fill, unless there was truly abnormal commotion, like monsters attacking the door.

"Upgrade!"

Xu Lang decisively upgraded the Nightmare Bed.

In the past, he wouldn't have dared to be so greedy; he would have definitely kept Nightmare Coins to save his life.

But now, with the Epitaph and the ability to freely adjust Blood Grudge, what was there to say, brother? With the anti-ban mode turned on, if you don't activate all the functions of F9, F10, F11, and F12, can you even call it cheating?

A shower of light seemed to rain down from the distant sky, or perhaps rise from cracks as dark as abysses. Golden and black light intertwined, causing the Nightmare Bed to transform at an extreme speed.

A few seconds later, the strange phenomenon subsided, and Xu Lang received a prompt.

[The Nightmare Lord Sequence is about to enter the initial awakening stage. Will you enter a three-day deep sleep to ensure the successful advancement of the Nightmare Lord Sequence?]

Xu Lang was stunned; he hadn't expected this twist.

He quickly woke up the women, telling them he had obtained a new skill and needed to sleep for three days. If there was no threat of the door being broken, they shouldn't disturb him.

If he were alone in the dorm, he definitely wouldn't dare to play like this during game time. But with Wang Yazhi and the others assisting him, it was different.

Wang Yazhi and the others had long been capable of holding their own.

However, before entering sleep, Xu Lang still disabled the door-opening permissions for Wang Yazhi and the other women, confining them to the home.

At the same time, he set his Blood Grudge to the minimum.

"Time to sleep!"

...

Xu Lang had another nightmare, this one more terrifying than being drained into a mummy by an evil god on his eighteenth birthday.

He fell into a seemingly endless black abyss, his body continuously plummeting!

This place was like a terrifying world where Earth, the sun, and galaxies had all fallen. The four fundamental forces and such were like nonsense within this dream.

An ordinary person placed here would go insane on the spot from the weightlessness and panic.

Xu Lang, however, remained quite calm. A nightmare was just a nightmare; he used to have them every day anyway.

During the descent, he struck a pose with his legs crossed, pretending to sunbathe on a beach, occasionally pursing his lips to sip juice, his mindset rapidly recovering.

After an unknowable amount of time, he arrived in a peculiar space-time.

Everything here dissolved and reformed, like a chaotic kaleidoscope. Twisted black suns coiled around, extending hateful, octopus-like tentacles. Time, space, and causality all seemed to become meaningless. Everything here twisted and shattered, magnificent yet filled with an aura of destruction.

Xu Lang inexplicably understood some things.

"This is the gathering place for the dreams of all living beings and all things."

Of course, this kind of "understanding" couldn't be taken as real even within the dream, and Xu Lang wasn't very convinced either.

He saw a noble Nightmare Bed ahead and walked over happily, settling into peaceful slumber.

Instantly, this world plunged into darkness.

If I do not see this flower, this flower remains silent with my heart; when I close my eyes, all things should also rest.

The higher the Sequence, the higher the risk of losing control. So, the question arises: does the Nightmare Lord have a risk of losing control?

There should be, but Xu Lang had avoided it.

The method of avoidance was also very simple—just fall asleep!

After sleeping for who knows how long, Xu Lang woke up.

The Nightmare Bed had somehow changed its appearance. Its main body was white and gold. The bedposts gleamed with a platinum hue, patterns drawn upon them like the meridians of truth materialized. The bed curtains were light, thin, and hazy; even if woven by heavenly maidens, they could be no better. The pillow and bedsheet made one sink into them at first glance, wishing they could sleep for another ten thousand years on the spot.

In this pitch-black space, the Nightmare Bed emitted specks of golden starlight, impervious to all methods!