"Fire fusion series has already reached its peak... no need to fuse fuel for now."

In the Fusion Dream, Xu Lang wore a contemplative expression.

At present, every fusion sequence had already reached its limit.

The items produced inside the Mad King Building had a cap.

His own strength actually exceeded the Mad King Building, but the building's cap, to some degree, also defined his ceiling.

Unless he upgraded using Nightmare Coins and increased the dosage, the Mad King Building's peak-of-peaks would be his ceiling.

If he wanted to continue fusing now, he would have to open an entirely new fusion series.

"I used to want to introduce a blade arts series because I felt Ghost Slash alone wasn't enough, but now that I have 'War God', one blade is sufficient, maybe even without a skill."

"To get a qualitative leap in blade arts, at least one legendary blade technique is necessary."

"However, skill scrolls for blade arts in the dormitory complex are limited, and I haven't collected many."

Xu Lang dismissed that fusion route after pondering.

At least for now, he didn't need it.

He picked and chose, selectively fusing around a hundred Nightmare Essence, saving the remaining fusion counts for experiments.

He fused several props and items.

That let him rapidly accumulate fusion experience, and he distributed some of the fused goods to Wang Yazhi and the others.

This was a subtle, yet terrifying signal.

— The Nightmare Lord's power was beginning to expand outward!

One day, when the Nightmare Lord's abilities had no limits, Xu Lang could truly create an entire building of "nightmare players"!

Rebellion or whatnot never scared Xu Lang. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

The Grave Pasture was short on Herd Spirits; it wasn't afraid of you not being strong, it feared you being only limitedly strong!

...

"The game only has three days left!"

Dorm 33, Zhang Dahai came home, dusty and windblown.

Home was for rest and relaxation, but the taut string in his heart wouldn't loosen.

He had a strange sixth sense: something major was bound to happen in these last three days.

In fact, it wasn't really a sixth sense; all players shared that consensus.

...

The Astrological Platform.

This was a new structure after the red mist had dissipated. At first players treated it as a treasure trove, and later it proved to be just that.

Players found many blueprints and corresponding materials inside.

After a round of fighting, the third-floor players ultimately took the place.

A dual-Sequence Holder, a logistics player, and a warrior—Li Shuwen developed rapidly. His gear from head to toe was top tier, fearless in battle, and because of his reputation many powerful players backed him and moved him to the third floor.

At midnight, Li Shuwen felt the Astrological Platform rife with Yin Energy, as if countless eyes were watching him.

And yet everyone was besieging a treasure chest monster, unable to pull away.

This treasure chest monster had been discovered by a third-floor player and was extremely strong.

Li Shuwen unleashed everything, killing the chest monster with difficulty. Unable to celebrate, he hurriedly picked up the spoils and left with his people.

The haul was good: three Uncommon-grade pieces of equipment dropped.

However, Li Shuwen felt no surge of excitement; instead a chill spread through his chest.

"Run, move faster!" Li Shuwen had run a fair distance before suddenly looking back, then deciding it was nothing, as if his earlier panic had been an illusion.

But for some reason, beneath the night, the Astrological Platform gave him the uncanny impression of being a giant eye.

...

"It's time to go home."

Around three in the morning, Han Zhixiu left Dorm 200.

Kui Zi followed closely behind, her steps quick—she still had to rush home to develop a sequence.

"You're full of energy," Han Zhixiu remarked.

She herself felt a bit off; Kui Zi could still walk that fast, making it seem like the latter was the fighting-type player.

Kui Zi didn't respond, keeping her head down and walking.

The matter with Xu Lang left her feeling ashamed.

She had to grow stronger, and fast—unceasingly.

The resources Xu Lang had supported her with were not a license for her to lie flat; she was different from those idlers in Xu Lang's family!

Seeing Kui Zi silent, Han Zhixiu casually proceeded down the corridor.

They parted ways; Han Zhixiu's dorm was a floor below.

Suddenly, both of their steps halted at the same time.

The wind across the world suddenly picked up, carrying grit, unusually strong.

They both ran to the guardrail at once and saw a gale whipping up on the horizon. The wind grew into a wall of dun-brown, faintly taking on the shape of a tornado.

"Warn Xu Lang!" Han Zhixiu's face changed drastically as she sprinted to Dorm 200's door, pounding on it like a madwoman.

Xu Lang hadn't fallen asleep. Both women needed his permission to open the door, and when he heard the banging, he immediately climbed out of bed.

"What's the matter?" he asked as he opened the door, his gaze already toward the horizon.

"We don't know, it was like this as soon as we left. Go see!" Han Zhixiu replied.

Wang Yazhi and the others had also come out, following Xu Lang to the guardrail to peer toward the anomalous area.

That was the direction of the Rakshasa Country military camp!

Three colossal wind tornadoes stretched from heaven to earth, coming into view!

Everyone froze on the spot!

At this moment, frozen in place were not only Xu Lang and his group, but many other players as well.

Every floor of the dormitory building had designated lookouts.

The lookouts from the nine floors sounded the alarm one after another, the shrill sirens echoing through the building.

Large numbers of players poured out of their rooms to investigate.

When they saw those three tornadoes, a wave of hopelessness welled up!

Those three tornadoes stood tall within the Blood Mist, the gale whipping up the mist and moving forward!

The wind it stirred made clothes snap and flap; if it struck the dormitory building, the outcome would be unthinkable!

None of the veteran players had ever seen a scene this massive.

Pandora even came out of her dorm, standing on platform shoes to look outside, her face suddenly pale, calves trembling inside gradient thigh-high socks.

What the hell was happening to this haunted building!?

Last cycle produced an A-1 Sequence, and this cycle brought an apocalyptic scenario!!!

Had the world gone mad!?

Without Xu Lang, the early game players in the Mad King Building might not even have survived.

Is such a high-difficulty game even reasonable?

But then another problem arose.

Who the hell told you the Mad King Building intends to let you live!?

The Dorm Survival Game is not an amusement park; each dormitory building is trying every trick to kill players!!!

If they can't finish you off cleanly, they'll make your life hell!

Only an idiot would think the Dorm Survival Game is a talent-training base!