Once midnight passed, Xu Lang lay on his bed and entered the Fusion Dream!

—Mythical Weapon Master!

This was his Epic-ranked Universal Weapon Combat skill.

"As long as it's a Universal Weapon Combat skill, it can be fused with Mythical Weapon Master. The scope of fusion is even broader than that of boxing or kicking techniques."

Xu Lang began the fusion.

After the twenty-fifth fusion, Mythical Weapon Master underwent a qualitative transformation!

[War God]

[Type: Universal Skill]

[Level: 1]

[Rarity: Mythical]

[Upgrade Condition: 2000 Nightmare Coins]

[Effect: Master of Ten Thousand Weapons. Slay deities with a flip of your palm. Even a gentle breeze will become your sharp blade!]

"Haha, I did it!" Xu Lang laughed heartily.

A flood of memories and indescribable knowledge poured into his mind, making him cheer with excitement.

With a thought, the Blood Pelican Demon Blade materialized in his hand.

Swish, swish, swish~

Blade light blossomed brilliantly, illuminating all directions.

Immediately after, sabers, spears, swords, halberds, bows, and spears appeared one after another in Xu Lang's hands.

He grew more and more exhilarated as he wielded them, finally putting the weapons away. Using his finger as a spear, he pointed at the edge of the Fusion Dream space. A series of explosive roars suddenly erupted, blasting countless chaotic light and shadow into being.

"The Mythical skill is too domineering!"

Xu Lang really wanted to find words to describe the War God skill, but he realized any attempt would be futile.

Language has its limits. It cannot describe that which lies beyond its vocabulary. This is a tautology, but also a fact.

"Two thousand Nightmare Coins just to reach Level 1? Not bad, not bad!"

In the past, Xu Lang would have complained about the high Nightmare Coin cost for upgrades, but not anymore.

Because, in a sense, the Nightmare Coin evaluation standard is more indicative of essence than the Dorm Survival Game's own standards.

Next, Xu Lang fused a Universal Weapon Combat skill into the War God skill, but found the effect minimal.

If enough quantity were piled on, perhaps another qualitative change could occur, but it was more likely just to raise the skill's level.

"So now it's truly a development model of using fusion to enhance personal strength, and Nightmare Coins to upgrade facilities."

Xu Lang chuckled softly.

This was an idea he had a long time ago, and now it seemed he could finalize it.

This way, things wouldn't be scattered, making planning more convenient.

Within the Dorm Survival Game, everyone is meticulously calculating. The difference is, others are calculating money, while he is calculating Nightmare Coins.

Others have one development system; he has two. And the second development system is even more unreasonable.

The benefits are sky-high, but there is a tiny drawback.

That is, it's easy for the pig brain to overload, often sinking into negative emotions like "Regret, deep regret," "Why didn't I...", "If only I had known..."

There's no helping it. Even a stock market god can't buy at the absolute lowest and sell at the absolute highest every time. Reality and human psychology are too complex.

"Next, let's start fusing the fire series. The magic side relies entirely on it, it must be strong... Damn it, who's ambushing me!"

"…"

Xu Lang hurriedly woke from his sleep, only to discover that the hardest thing in the world was no longer diamonds.

Han Zhixiu's arrival seemed to have made Cao Yaxuan and the others feel a sense of crisis, and they were all causing trouble now.

Tong Qi and Wang Yazhi putting away their Ghost Control Bells and Rakshasa Ghost Mask into their backpacks was the clearest declaration of war.

Oh right, Evil Furry Grain was also going to be locked in a cage. That's something not to be learned from.

Although Dorm 200 had lively nights, they didn't want to be spied on. That would feel weird.

Senior Sister Red Butterfly didn't mind this, even urging Xu Lang to go to Xiu Lake Park to play next time, but the other girls minded.

A night passed.

[Attributes: Constitution 224, Spirit 224]

[Base Nightmare Coins 1280, Conversion Rate 2700%, Total 8-hour Production: 35,840 Nightmare Coins]

[Total Nightmare Coins: 43,040]

"Phew~ The growth in conversion rate has pretty much peaked here. From now on, thirty-five thousand Nightmare Coins per night is still acceptable."

Receiving this many Nightmare Coins wasn't a surprise to Xu Lang. Instead, the attribute column caught his attention.

Reaching two hundred and fifty attribute points would allow for another attribute limit break. For him, that was just a matter of seven more days. If he were willing to kill people, the speed would be even faster.

"Even if I only kill five hundred players, and each player's Soul Blood only gives one Free Attribute point, that's still a total of a thousand attribute points for me."

Scarlet Shepherd, a B-rank Sequence, is too vicious!

If the Herd Spirits are cattle and sheep, then ordinary living beings are the grassland and water source.

When Xu Lang obtained the Soul Blood, the thought of slaughtering all the players also sprouted in his mind—yes, the players weren't wrong to be afraid!

Their fear of Xu Lang was correct, absolutely correct.

The reason Xu Lang didn't do it wasn't due to some bullshit reason like "once you start, there's no turning back"!

There were too many scoundrels in the Mad King Building. Killing them wouldn't cause psychological burden; it would bring the comfortable feeling of relieving oneself in the morning.

Excluding psychological reasons, only practical reasons remained.

When using the Scarlet Herding Chains, he clearly felt a consciousness stirring, becoming excited!

Malicious, distorted, chaotic, abhorrent, terrifying, bloody thoughts kept darting around in his mind.

—The "Scarlet Shepherd" was getting restless!

Compared to the sense of loss of control bred from the Scarlet Shepherd's origin, the rebellion of the Herd Spirits was utterly insignificant!

Thinking of the Herd Spirits, a trace of ferocity flashed in Xu Lang's eyes.

...

Grave Pasture.

Sensing Xu Lang's arrival, the Blood Ghost appeared first. Saladin appeared two seconds later.

Azeman did not show himself, still hiding inside the tombstone.

Without a word, Xu Lang stepped forward and delivered a right whip kick.

Crack~

A fissure appeared on the tombstone.

Azeman hurriedly emerged, his blue-faced, fanged appearance resembling a wrathful vajra guardian deity from a Buddhist temple.

"If you don't want to submit, then just die!" Xu Lang raised his hand.

Suddenly, the winds and clouds changed!

The will of the entire Grave Pasture pressed down on Azeman!

Azeman instantly fell to his knees, spiritual light erupting from his body!

The soul light around the Blood Ghost froze, fearfully retracting all its aura.

Saladin's pupils contracted, his heart chilling with fear.

He watched helplessly as the eyes of this former general of the Rakshasa Country transformed from rage to clarity.

Azeman's spiritual intelligence had been ground away, turning him into a beast. He let out a heaven-shaking roar at Xu Lang!

Suddenly, four scarlet chains materialized from the void, binding his limbs!

Xu Lang condensed a scarlet long whip and began lashing Azeman wildly.

Within the Grave Pasture, there are only two identities!

One is the Herd Spirit, the other is the Master!

Since you have the heart to rebel, then let you rebel outright!

Before long, Azeman no longer dared to look directly at Xu Lang, cowering and shrinking like a large head of cattle or sheep.

Once, when Azeman accidentally looked up and saw Xu Lang's deep crimson, almost purple demonic pupils, he didn't even dare to scream anymore, just whimpering and pretending to be dead.

Soul Fragments scattered from Azeman's body. The Soul-Herding Wolf opened its massive maw and inhaled them all in one gulp.

Xu Lang put away the whip, gave the Soul-Herding Wolf a kick, and said to Azeman, "From now on, when you see me, come out to greet me."

Azeman seemed not to understand Xu Lang's words, looking somewhat dazed.

"Woof woof woof woof!"

The Soul-Herding Wolf barked wildly at Azeman.

Now Azeman understood, nodding repeatedly.

Xu Lang felt refreshed and invigorated. Previously, he had thought of taming them slowly, but the thought of someone constantly watching him was extremely irritating.

They are just cattle and sheep, yet they dare to give the Herd Master attitude. That's simply too impolite.