Free Web Novel“Dad, be careful! Don’t let the blood rain touch you!”
The girl’s warning came from behind, her aura of keeping others at bay unable to block the genuine father-daughter bond.
“Alright.”
Li Shuwen smiled.
Being despised wasn’t a pleasant feeling, and even after all this time, he still hadn’t fully adapted to it.
But if he had to choose again, he would still become a Nightmare Apostle without hesitation.
This class was just too good.
Standing outside the door, Li Shuwen planted his long spear on the corridor floor. Rolling thunder spread out from under his feet, covering a third of the hallway!
Blue lightning illuminated his face as he stood motionless, savoring the feeling of control.
In the dreamscape, the sky’s thunder pool had become reality, utterly devastating!
The frog monster convulsed from the electricity, the smell of cooked meat soon wafting from its body, its skin turning crispy.
The turrets on the corridor finished it off with a few more shots.
After mastering the power of a Nightmare Apostle, he felt he could take on ten or even a hundred versions of his past self.
One iteration of the combat system created a chasm-like difference.
His former self probably couldn’t even get close to him now.
Take Xu Lang, for example—even if ten thousand Li Shuwens attacked together, they’d only become souls beneath his blade, doing nothing but making the Purgatory Armor Set stronger.
Leading by so many tiers, if Xu Lang could still be overwhelmed by numbers from Floor Leaders, that would be ridiculous.
He considered himself well-rounded, with no obvious weaknesses—a true hexagon-shaped development.
And the opponent he needed to contend with wasn’t players like Li Shuwen, but the Mad King Building, other dormitory buildings, the Dorm Survival Game itself, and the even more unfathomable Blood Mist World.
The only weapon he needed to rely on was one thing.
Sleep.
Tonight, Xu Lang wanted a good, peaceful rest. He didn’t put on the Black Crown, leaving all the frog monsters to the other players.
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The next day.
Xu Lang didn’t check his harvest first; instead, he examined the Golden Time Rewind Clock.
One time zone displayed today’s time: eight o’clock and one minute.
Another time zone showed the date: June 24th.
The zone representing the year hadn’t moved.
Sherry’s guess was correct. The Golden Time Rewind Clock displayed the history of the Blood Mist World.
Over ninety thousand years of history—shorter than Xu Lang had imagined.
He just didn’t know how many years the Dorm Survival Game had been around, but it probably hadn’t been too long.
With such a powerful newcomer rising up, those gods serving as background decorations should be feeling a strong sense of urgency, right?
Xu Lang’s thoughts drifted for a moment before he began checking the rewards from last night’s sleep.
[Basic Nightmare Coins: 1600, Conversion Rate: 8001%, Total Output over 8 Hours: 127,760 Nightmare Coins]
[Total Nightmare Coins: 574,104]
[Mystic Sovereign Meditation Art Harvest Summary: Constitution +40, Spirit +40, Mind-Shattering Demon Eyes +1, Hunting Eyes +1, Rampage +1, Blood Dance +1, Master-Level Driving Proficiency +1]
[Ghostly Deity Power Harvest Summary: Ghostly Deity Power +30]
[Stats: Constitution 820, Spirit 820, Ghostly Deity Power 450, Mystic Origin True Qi 410, Seven Killings Blood Qi 328]
“Holy shit, it actually leveled up so many skills!”
“Mystic Sovereign!”
“This isn’t some heretic immortal; this is practically a Primordial Golden Immortal!”
Xu Lang was stunned himself when he saw the harvest.
Thanks to his Mad Spirit talent, he had learned many skills he never even thought about leveling, but the Mystic Sovereign Meditation Art didn’t discriminate—it upgraded everything that should and shouldn’t be upgraded!
Xu Lang’s heart surged with excitement, vaguely feeling like he had stumbled onto a huge jackpot.
With his current wealth and status, it was truly rare for him to feel this way.
A Level Fifteen Mystic Sovereign Meditation Art was already this insane—what would happen at Level Thirty, Level Forty, or Level Fifty?
And on top of that, its Rarity might even increase as it leveled up!
“Damn! I’m getting that impulse to spend again. If Purgatory March became Mythical at Level Twenty, there’s no way the Mystic Sovereign Meditation Art can’t!”
Xu Lang quickly estimated. Raising the Mystic Sovereign Meditation Art to Level Twenty would cost at least seventy thousand Nightmare Coins.
And those seventy thousand Nightmare Coins would slow down his Nightmare Bed’s upgrade speed by an entire day!
This was pure, ultimate torture!
“Maybe I should just go all in and damn the consequences!”
Xu Lang’s head grew hot. Sensing his thoughts becoming chaotic, he quickly reined in his mind and forced himself to calm down.
Gambler mentality was a no-go.
He forced his attention elsewhere.
“A normal night with Mystic Sovereign Meditation Art gives 20 points to both stats. For me, it’s 40. Choosing the Life Contract back then was absolutely right.”
“Constitution 820, Spirit 820, Ghostly Deity Power 450.”
“Nice and tidy numbers—anyone with OCD would be thrilled.”
Xu Lang felt his current stats looked very pleasing.
The way Ghostly Deity Power increased was very unique: sleeping.
Averaging six hours of sleep per day was the limit.
The power characteristic of Ghostly Deity Xu Lang was brutality and sleep. The combat function of hypnosis hadn’t been developed yet, but the auxiliary functions came fully equipped.
One power characteristic focused on combat, the other on leveling up—it felt pretty perfect when he thought about it.
If Xu Lang were a wild Ghostly Deity, accumulating power day by day, he could rely on Ghostly Deity Power alone to become a minor deity ruling his own territory.
Right now, he was still in the infant stage of his Ghostly Deity status. He didn’t yet know how to grant power to others or select Children of Ghostly Deity.
In fact, he didn’t even know what the point of choosing Children of Ghostly Deity was.
Just to have another fighter?
That didn’t seem necessary. The growth rate of a Child of Ghostly Deity probably wouldn’t be faster than a player’s, let alone fighting alongside him.
Just then, a rustling sound came from nearby.
Sherry and Gu Ya woke up together.
The two women glanced at Xu Lang, grabbed a coat, and prepared to get out of bed.
“In such a hurry?” Xu Lang asked.
“We’re going to check the changes in the Golden Time Rewind Clock.” Sherry licked her lips, a look of anticipation in her eyes.
She wanted to verify if her hypothesis was correct.
“Alright.” Xu Lang nodded, watching the two women get out of bed.
Both Sherry and Gu Ya were girls more inclined toward literary and clerical work, but the former sought to broaden her horizons, while the latter sought power from books.
Gu Ya had once been a royal advisor who had read extensively. After devouring a massive number of books from the Dorm Survival Game, she had gained insights that greatly improved her spellcasting abilities.
Players leveled up fast and, when they had time, would choose to go Pioneering or Floor Sweeping to directly acquire resources. Monster Players, on the other hand, came with a built-in cultivation system, allowing them to do both.
Of course, not all monsters cultivated.
Some monsters were born powerful.
Cultivation, regardless of civilization, was a very advanced and unique ability. Some civilizations didn’t even have the concept of cultivation.
And in the East, the word “cultivation” held special significance—it was the foundation of a person’s defiance against heaven to change their fate.
