The rebellious players were completely suppressed in just one morning, almost without suspense!
As their morale collapsed, their lives withered away too. Even so players who tried to flee into the Blood Mist were intercepted by the Community Committee mbers. Not a single survivor.
Mad King Building players killing Mad King Building players — it was all about having zero rcy.
This was sothing many newly arrived players just couldn't adapt to.
After all, the Blood Grudge chanic was right there in front of them.
Mad King Building players didn't care about that. Xu Lang was the biggest Blood Grudge leader himself, and having a higher Blood Grudge ant attracting more monsters, which in turn ant more points to farm.
This approach could blow up in their faces, but the veteran players weren't panicked. Just wait until your score hits rock bottom and you suffer Mad King Building's punishnt — then you'll know what true horror really is.
Even the Taleblade Demon Box won't save you then.
So newly relocated players, witnessing the massacre outside, couldn't shake off the shock.
Fighting like this during rest hours — there was just no one else like them.
Last night they already felt Mad King Building players had no sense of restraint, but only after seeing the Committee in action did they realize what true lawlessness looked like!
Players from the second floor to the sixth floor had been purged by more than half.
Miraculously, the first floor had no troublemakers at all. The reason lay with the Sword Saint and Tulu — these two had demonstrated impressive dominance.
Tulu wasn't a match for the Sword Saint in raw strength, but his ability to break down doors was formidable.
And practically every Dorm Survival Ga player had PTSD when it ca to beings with door-breaking capabilities.
It was like primitive humans fearing lightning — sothing that couldn't be changed.
"How did it co to this..." Inside Dormitory 20, Tulu stared at two surveillance screens as unpleasant mories surged through his mind.
He recalled the scene of his tribe being slaughtered.
The surveillance caras Kui Zi and the ten researchers had created weren't as good as the Core Facilities. To see both outside the dorm building and beyond the door required two sets of caras.
One group was set up on the guardrail, the other on the corridor ceiling.
"I knew these people wouldn't co to any good... I just didn't expect them to end up this miserably." The Sword Saint shook his head and took a light sip of tea.
A sheathless long blade rested between his knees, faintly glowing. This was a sign of power leaking out, an effect from so new skill he had learned.
Both he and Tulu had begun tapping into the player power system.
The results were gratifying!
"I really thought they had so kind of trump card, but they were completely wiped out without even seeing the Dorm Owner's face." A flicker of fear flashed in Tulu's eyes, followed by intense admiration: "Now that's the bearing a true Overlord should have. The Dorm Owner is the manliest of n!"
...
"All dead, all of them dead!!!"
On the fourth floor, inside a dormitory, four players huddled together trembling, their faces pale.
They watched helplessly as the nas in the chat room dimd one after another, like candles being snuffed out.
"Brother Long, tell , will we be purged too... We knew about Joson and the others' plans, but we didn't report it." A female player stamred.
All four of their SAN values were continuously dropping.
This was a temporary little team. Brother Long was a minor expert who had placed in the top ten three tis. His dormitory had been upgraded to Level Three, but after relocating to Mad King Building, his dormitory level had been overwritten.
As for the other three, none of them had even placed in the top ten once.
"We should be fine, right?" Brother Long's expression was bitter.
Don't ask Brother Long — Brother Long was scared too. Brother Long didn't know what to do either!
Now that they were in this godforsaken Mad King Building, they couldn't escape even if they wanted to.
Everyone was filled with anxiety.
"Heh, this topic is way too heavy." Suddenly, a bespectacled player let out a resigned laugh and said, "Brother Long, if we survive this ordeal, let's rge our two dormitories."
Brother Long's expression shook: "You're willing to recognize as the Dorm Owner?"
"This dormitory building is too dangerous... If we get through this, we'll move into your dormitory." The bespectacled player replied.
A Level Zero dormitory had two tenant slots, while a Level Five dormitory had seven. Counting the Dorm Owner himself, that made eight people.
And a fully occupied dormitory maximized combat power — it was also the best survival strategy.
When they had relocated yesterday, they'd snatched a Level Five dormitory and none of them wanted to give it up.
Breaking into a player's room wasn't easy, so they had been lying low and hadn't been caught up in much trouble. But now, that idea had been completely shattered!
One wave of cleansing had made them all obedient, while simultaneously filling them with boundless terror toward Demon King Castle.
The weight of Demon King Castle's authority within Mad King Building was simply too heavy.
...
Almost all the newly arrived players who survived this round of cleansing shared similar thoughts to Brother Long and his group.
Joining Mad King Building ant stepping onto a dead-end path with no regrets.
Authority breeds loyalty. Fear breeds blindness.
Inside the Terror Pedestal, Terror Force was rapidly converging.
Xu Lang genuinely felt that choosing Demon King Castle as his dormitory had been the right call.
At this very mont, he stood beside the Terror Pedestal, staring at the circular pool emitting black mist before him. The smile on his face couldn't be stopped.
For so reason, he always had a feeling.
That the usage of Terror Force wouldn't be limited to simply strengthening the Spirit Field.
"Lang Ge, Yaxuan is back. Ti to go eat lunch." Zhen Lu pushed open the partition door and strode over quickly. As she checked the Terror Pedestal's information, she gasped: "There are already two thousand units of Terror Force! It's skyrocketed this much!"
Xu Lang chuckled: "It's not just the new players. Even the veterans probably couldn't smile after seeing Yaxuan kill people like she was slaughtering chickens."
"That's true." Zhen Lu laughed lightly, then her eyes suddenly sparkled with excitent: "How about we specially hire Floating Life Play as our interrogator? We can have him perform in front of Mad King Building regularly and force everyone to watch!"
Xu Lang: "..."
Satan, do you know there's a tattoo on your back?
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