Crushing defeat!

Xu Lang couldn’t beat those two ancient freaks.

That said, he’d had a blast fighting them, and when he woke up, the Divine Seal of the Path of Asura was still faintly warm.

The women didn’t know Xu Lang had just taken a detour through the Blood Mist World and the Netherworld. Seeing him close his eyes and fall asleep, they went back to their own affairs.

“Miaoying, what are you doing here?” Xu Lang looked down and saw Miaoying curled up at his legs.

“This way when Master wakes up he’ll see me first!” Miaoying lifted that impossibly pure, adorable, melon-seed-shaped face, eyes full of worship, as if merely clinging to Xu Lang’s thigh would satisfy her entirely.

Xu Lang patted her head. “You don’t have to do that.”

“But I really enjoy doing it.” A trace of grievance flickered across Miaoying’s lively eyes. “Master, did Miaoying do something wrong?”

Xu Lang sucked in a breath.

Who could resist that!

Ordinary people often have someone who likes doing chores—many won’t understand it, but it exists.

And Miaoying’s design was clingy, the perfect girlfriend.

This behavior was quite reasonable, with no reluctance—it was sincere.

No wonder the Machine King wanted to exterminate humanity. Compared to intelligent mechanical life, humans…

Ahem!

Nearly stepped on a mine there—Cao Yaxuan and I are human too!

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I like it.” Xu Lang scooped Miaoying up, hugged her to his chest, his nose filled with the cool, faint fragrance of a young woman.

“Heehee!” Miaoying beamed with delight.

Holding the girl as she chattered about trivial household matters, Xu Lang’s eyes were fixed on his own arm.

The burning sensation from the Divine Seal of the Path of Asura had already faded.

But his heart was not calm.

“Mythical races and ghostly deities have become a brand-new life form; their ways of thinking will be different from before… I used to worry about that, but after this reincarnation, the ghostified part of me doesn’t seem to have changed much.”

“I’m still me.”

“No doubt, that’s the merit of the Light of Redemption.”

“My soul remains forever whole and unified, not fragmented, my nature unchanged.”

“There is one annoying issue though: I’ll lose a lot of original powers, and it seems Mad King Building might have something to say about that later.”

When Xu Lang woke, he didn’t think about the Black Crown—he thought about what happened during the reincarnation, and for good reason.

The Divine Seal of the Path of Asura had one overriding mission: fight!

It didn’t hand out attribute points or item rewards; it turned him into a Shura, into a mythical race that stands at the apex of the heavens.

Becoming a Shura required near-endless combat, but as long as he survived and remained in an environment like the Dorm Survival Game, the fighting would continue.

One day, he too would become a qualified Lord Shura!

“Sigh, those are distant things.”

“What gods, what Shura!”

“My immediate priority is sleep!”

“The Nightmare Lord sequence is my foundation!”

Xu Lang’s mind was resolute. He patted Miaoying’s little bottom and stood to look for Tong Qi.

At this moment, Tong Qi was in the back hall garden, tending to the Dreamlike Night-Blooming Cereus.

Seeing Xu Lang approach, Tong Qi excitedly said, “Lang Ge, come look, the Dreamlike Night-Blooming Cereus is sprouting!”

Xu Lang quickened his steps, peered over, and indeed saw signs of growth, a smile creeping onto his face.

Dreamlike Night-Blooming Cereus was also a treasure in the Netherworld, and after only one game cycle it was already showing life—calling Demon King Castle a wonderland wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

If Demon King Castle was a wonderland, then the entire Mad King Building was a cluster of wonderlands.

“Truly a wonderland,” Xu Lang murmured in awe.

Tong Qi immediately asked what he meant, and upon hearing his answer she couldn’t help but laugh.

It was the first time she’d heard someone call Mad King Building a wonderland; by that comparison, the Blood Mist World would be the primal chaos, brimming with heaven-sent materials and treasures.

…

A new day, a new atmosphere.

On the tenth floor, players queued to buy newspapers.

The Sword Saint was in line too. Last night he had coached a few players, raising their skill levels and earning some copper coins.

After buying the paper, the Sword Saint planned to return to Dorm 20 with Tulu.

On the way, however, a player shouted insults at Tulu.

He was from the eighteenth floor—yesterday Zheng Kai had been humiliated by Tulu, and he wasn’t about to let it go.

When players curse someone, they usually start with the mother.

That struck at Tulu’s reverse scale. His eyes reddened, and in one step he was right in front of the player.

“You want to die!”

Tulu slammed his spiked club down, roaring.

The player was stunned by a domain skill and froze on the spot.

At the crucial moment, a patrol squad intervened.

One member cast a mind-befuddling charm to slow Tulu’s movements, another fired an electrode bullet at him, and another used a mechanical grappling claw to drag the abusive player forward.

Their coordinated sequence was flawless.

They’d been watching Tulu for a while; nobody found the big guy likable, so it wasn’t surprising they noticed this commotion so quickly.

Thud!

The spiked club struck the ground, fissures spidering through the earth before quickly sealing themselves.

“What are you doing?!”

Players shouted angrily, glaring at Tulu.

“Friends, it was your player who started cursing first,” the Sword Saint tried to explain.

But once he opened his mouth, how could he convince the mob?

A torrent of taunts crashed down—“Even if someone insults you, you can’t hit them!” “Don’t you know the rules?” “You ungrateful bastard!”—all of it came at once.

Enough!

Don’t bother talking. Even the Sword Saint wanted to draw his blade.

“What nonsense are you all making?!” Su Yuan’s low shout cut through the chaos.

He was officiating today and would not tolerate this nonsense.

The players went silent; Tulu and the Sword Saint calmed a bit.

Everyone knew Su Yuan was the Deputy Minister of the Dormitory Affairs Inspection Department—the person who could speak directly to Xu Lang.

“Zhao Cheng, go bring Cheng Tian over.” Su Yuan ordered coldly.

A few patrol members pounced like wolves and dragged the foul-mouthed player out.

“Su—Su—Su Ge…” Cheng Tian stammered, his hands pinned.

The squad leader Zhao Cheng’s face went cold. “Shut up!”

Cheng Tian fell silent and awaited his fate.

“Hit him once, that’ll settle it.” Su Yuan turned to Tulu, merciless.

Tulu and the Sword Saint both blinked in surprise.

Is this paradise? These two outsiders weren’t singled out; instead they were treated fairly.

Su Yuan had been a university student and once an ordinary citizen—he hated people abusing power and provoking others for no reason.

People like Su Yuan had a trait once given authority:

They ignored personal ties.

Old player? New player? He didn’t care—if you started trouble, you deserved punishment.

In the shadows, Xu Lang watched the spectacle and nodded inwardly.

Su Yuan’s handling was appropriate—he didn’t let personal feelings disturb the order of Mad King Building.

Of course, mostly nobody had close ties here.

Someone calls you “brother” and you immediately step in for them—that’s just stupid.

This was the Dorm Survival Game.

If you can live, live. If you can’t, then die!