Conference room.

Ten factory foremen gathered, each with an assistant standing beside them.

The food chain in the Twilight Building was: Worker, Foreman, Supervisor, Factory Foreman. The Factory Foreman was the player closest to the position of Dorm Owner.

"The Twilight Building has already given the directive. Before the next round of the game begins, we must ensure only half the players in the Mad King Building remain alive." A foreman built like a bear put down his ceramic mug teacup and spoke gravely. "Let's all share your thoughts."

As he spoke, his gaze flicked towards a man wearing a bird-beak mask sitting to the side.

He and White Crow were the only two human factory foremen. Their public interactions were few, but privately they were closely connected.

White Crow was meticulously filing his nails, not looking back.

"Isn't the directive already clear enough? When the time comes, we just go in and fight!" A harpy woman laughed.

"Are we the ones doing the fighting, or are they fighting us?" Another foreman with a large head said calmly. "If it really comes to a fight, it'll be a Building War. The attacking side will suffer huge losses."

"Hahaha, if they don't come out, we'll go occupy their resources. I don't believe they'll stay holed up in their building forever!"

"That makes sense!"

"Let those workers test the waters first!"

"Hold our position, wait until twilight comes before deciding!"

The foremen argued back and forth, their strategies leaning towards conservatism.

Just then, White Crow, who had remained silent, spoke up. "The Mad King Building is a six-cycle dormitory!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the room instantly fell silent.

Everyone stared straight at White Crow.

"That Mad King Building hasn't participated in a Building War, and there are no players who moved from the Mad King Building. How do you know this?" A man with greenish skin and a large, slit-open belly asked.

"In the last round of the game, I was the Top Player and chose the Radio." White Crow blew on the nail filings. The wind was blocked by his mask, leaving the filings unmoved. He shook his hand and continued, "As you all know, this thing can pick up information from other buildings. I found out from other buildings."

A man with long arms immediately flew into a rage. "Such important information, why didn't you say it earlier? Do you know what I had those workers produce? Such a huge loss, can you afford to compensate?"

"Not my concern." White Crow remained unperturbed. "If you still want to hear more news about the Mad King Building, then sit your ass back down!"

"Hear your mother! What's so great about a six-cycle dormitory building? Just treat it as a seedbed, I'm going to pack it full!" The long-armed man was still furious.

White Crow glanced at the long-armed man. The living area products in the Twilight Supermarket were quite scarce; anything with even a hint of color had been bought up by the latter.

Beside him, White Crow's assistant pushed up his glasses and said to the long-armed man, "According to my calculations, the average material level of the Mad King Building during this rest period has already reached levels 13 to 15... If you're really that confident, take that brain full of yellow waste and get out now."

The long-armed man retorted viciously, "Four-eyed little nerd, your mouth is as poisonous as your master's. Come poison my dick!"

A vein throbbed simultaneously on the foreheads of both White Crow and his assistant.

However, neither of them acted out.

Among the ten factory foremen, having two foremen of the same race had already made them targets in the eyes of the Monster Players.

He had been looking for an opportunity to eliminate that troublesome same-race individual, but unfortunately, he had never succeeded.

Although the Twilight Building initially recruited players from Earth, Earth humans were not the protagonists; instead, they were antagonized by the foreign Monster Players.

Sometimes, White Crow also wished he could become a foreign Monster Player; at least then he wouldn't be targeted.

"White Crow, speak quickly. What other intelligence did you get from the radio?" A woman with a long neck said in a strange tone.

"Huff... Just endure a little longer. My Sequence is about to enter the True Spirit stage. When that happens, I'll crush all these people and ghosts underfoot!"

White Crow secretly took a deep breath and began to recount the fabricated intelligence he had prepared, intelligence that was absolutely advantageous to himself.

...

Noon.

On the far-left horizon from the Mad King Building, a massive phantom image appeared. It was a factory billowing thick smoke, with a ten-story dormitory building towering imposingly, its size similar to the Mad King Building.

The dormitory building was painted with the characters "Twilight."

Beneath the building's name was a motto.

— We stand at twilight, witnessing the end of all daylight. Here, light submits, shadow is crowned. This is the gathering place of ten thousand demons.

"Wow, it really is a dormitory building that has participated in Building Wars!"

"This motto is so damn cool!"

"The Twilight Building seems to be an eighteen-cycle dormitory, right? It's only two game rounds away from its next Building War."

In the corridors of the Mad King Building, players gathered.

Some players were right on the square in front of the Mad King Building, standing quietly, gazing at the opposite horizon.

"This scene is so grand, like a mirage." On the tenth-floor corridor, Xu Ruyan exclaimed in awe.

Everyone from Dorm 200 had come to the corridor.

"The scene the Twilight Building sees should be the same as ours." Cao Yaxuan said gravely.

Four hours was neither long nor short.

The Mad King Building's management had already decided on its external policy.

If they could win, kill a hundred players. If they couldn't win, turtle up...

Of course, there were also dissenters.

Wu Huihui was opposed to such barbaric actions.

But there were also strong proponents, namely Pandora and Floating Life Play.

One could only say, the old man upstairs was right.

When creating people, He didn't only create good or only create evil.

The role of evil was particularly significant at this moment.

Although Li Shuwen and Zheng Kai didn't say it explicitly, they approved of this survival-of-the-fittest strategy.

Three special existences drifted outside the player group.

They were clad in blood-red armor, wearing inverted triangular blood-red masks, holding weapons. A faint flow of blood-red energy coursed through their bodies as they wandered around like lost souls.

[Mad Vanguard]

[Type: Building Guard]

[Level: ???]

[Attributes: Madness Power 1]

[Skills: Mad Battle Will (Mythical), Mad Javelin Throw (Uncommon), Surprise Attack (Rare), Unceasing Bloodflow (Common)]

[Introduction: Mad Vanguards, dead yet reborn, born yet rushing to death]

[Nightmare Eye·Mad Vanguard: The comprehensive strength of the Mad Vanguard will increase as the dormitory building levels up. The reason for resurrection is linked to the Mad King Building's origin, the 'Red Abyss.']

These Mad Vanguards were artificially created by Floating Life Play.

Men have their ways, rats have their paths.

Facing the impending conflict, everyone had their own methods of coping.

No one said you couldn't create Mad Vanguards in advance, right? Then Floating Life Play wouldn't hold back!

It was just about reducing someone's SAN value to zero!

He was a man with master-level skills in interrogation and torture!

Therefore, these three Mad Vanguards were originally three poor players from the Mad King Building.

Of course, they weren't entirely pitiable. To avoid conflict with order-faction Floor Leaders like Wu Huihui and to prevent making too many enemies, Floating Life Play specifically targeted evil seeds.

The strength of these three Mad Vanguards was extremely terrifying.

Xu Lang had tried. The Scarlet Herding Chains couldn't plunder them, which was a real shame.