"Shadow Prison Building? That breeding dorm that steals shadows? Can their players' words be trusted?"

Hundred Ton King's voice rose, his words full of denial.

He desperately hoped Fan Wujiu was lying.

Rainy Night Blade: "The info should be real. Shadow Prison Building does have a dorm special effect that predicts major disasters, called 'Disaster Omen.'"

Hundred Ton King: "Blade Bro, how do you know so clearly?"

Rainy Night Blade: "The Station Director is a Shadow Prison Building player."

Hundred Ton King: "Huh?!"

Rainy Night Blade: "He was one of the three big shots there. After he left, Shadow Prison Building completely turned into a breeding dorm."

Xu Lang felt that Rainy Night Blade's intel was really solid—no surprise for someone who soaked in the radio all day. "Blade, which dorms in Titan Ruins do you know about?"

Rainy Night Blade had already gotten used to Xu Lang calling him directly by name.

If they compared actual combat strength, he'd probably have to call Xu Lang a big shot now anyway.

Rainy Night Blade: "Uh... alright, I'll lay out everything I know. Hundred Ton King, take notes too, even if you might not survive long enough to meet players from other dorms."

Hundred Ton King: "What kind of talk is that? What the hell kind of talk is that?!"

Rainy Night Blade: "Let me start with the top-tier groups I know."

Beside them, Sherry pulled out paper and pen and began taking notes.

More than ten minutes later, Rainy Night Blade chuckled: "That's about it..."

Just then, a user connected to the radio.

[Mass-Production Little Prince speaking continuously...]

Mass-Production Little Prince: "Hahaha, what are you guys chatting about?"

Hundred Ton King: "Haha, Prince is here! We were talking about how many dorms are in Titan Ruins."

Mass-Production Little Prince: "And the result?"

Rainy Night Blade: "Twenty-three!"

Mass-Production Little Prince: "Let me hear them, see if we overlap."

Rainy Night Blade started rattling off names.

Mass-Production Little Prince: "I know one more you didn't add—Starving Corpse Building!"

The moment those three words came out, the atmosphere shifted subtly.

The reason was that the usually talkative Rainy Night Blade had gone silent, not even picking up the thread.

"That should be your dorm, Blade!" Mass-Production Little Prince still used that energetic young voice, giving the vibe of a stylish other man, and the amusement in his tone grew thicker.

Rainy Night Blade: "How do you know?"

Mass-Production Little Prince: "Ghost Eye Building just got a player from Starving Corpse Building. He told me a bit about your place. Tsk tsk, the rules in your dorm are really brutal."

Rainy Night Blade: "The migration conditions for Starving Corpse Building are hard to get. The player you mentioned should be 'Invitation to Drink' and his crew, right? How are they doing now?"

Mass-Production Little Prince: "Still alive and well on my floor..."

Rainy Night Blade cut him off: "They should be dead. We had an agreement in Starving Corpse Building—no revealing anything about it. And you not only know the situation there, but you know it in detail."

Mass-Production Little Prince: "Heh, fine. I split their heads open and took a look. Their memories were really interesting... Oh, and they had a Starving Corpse invitation. Want me to come visit you at Starving Corpse Building? I've never met anyone face-to-face before. Kind of nervous, what do I do?"

Rainy Night Blade: "Fine. I'll wait for you."

With that, Rainy Night Blade kicked Mass-Production Little Prince off the radio and blacklisted him.

...

The sky above was a dismal expanse of sorrowful clouds, with Blood Mist drifting through.

Below lay a grand monastery complex, the tallest building being a row of connected dormitories.

It was a survival game dormitory building.

"Fun fact: you've already muted yourself, so you can breathe," said a blond young man in a black monastic robe coldly inside a shabby dorm room.

Next to him was a buzz-cut young man, staring at the radio on the table, not daring to breathe too loudly.

"Shh, listen carefully!" Hundred Ton King, sweat beading on his forehead, raised his index finger to signal the blond young man to be quiet.

The exchange between Rainy Night Blade and Mass-Production Little Prince was too intense. He hadn't dared to breathe through the whole thing, and even though he'd already muted himself, he couldn't help it!

The blond young man sighed helplessly, a faint breath so soft it was almost imperceptible. "Your emotions are too volatile. You can't play this so-called dorm survival game well like that."

Even new players had different talents.

The blond young man had entered the Dorm Survival Game later than Hundred Ton King and had been taken care of by him at first. But later, he showed exceptional gaming potential, and now his overall strength had surpassed Hundred Ton King's.

...

Xu Lang asked, "How are you planning to handle the thing with Mass-Production Little Prince?"

Rainy Night Blade sighed, "You were right. Keeping him around was a disaster."

Mass-Production Little Prince wasn't lacking in social intelligence. He'd always sensed the subtle wariness between Xu Lang and Rainy Night Blade, so he'd been intentionally or unintentionally showing his value.

Rainy Night Blade valued that and wanted to squeeze some info about Ghost Eye Building out of him, but instead, he got screwed over.

Cao Yaxuan asked, "Do you really want to go to war with Mass-Production Little Prince? He doesn't seem weak."

Rainy Night Blade sneered, "If he really dares to come to Starving Corpse Building, just watch how I mess with him!"

Xu Lang: "Want me to help?"

Rainy Night Blade: "How do you want to help?"

Xu Lang: "You draw a map..."

Rainy Night Blade: "Enough, enough, the old telecom scam trick—don't even start with me!"

Xu Lang: "Alright, I'll sign off first."

Rainy Night Blade: "Me too. I need to spread the news about the Blood Calamity on other radio stations."

"..."

Xu Lang turned off the radio and officially logged out.

"Rainy Night Blade connects to quite a few stations. His radio level should be at level ten by now," Sherry said, putting down her pen and paper.

Core Facilities at level ten meant Rainy Night Blade's dorm had finished in the top ten for at least ten cycles.

"Probably." Xu Lang replied, picking up the notebook Sherry had taken notes in.

The girls also crowded around to look.

"Twenty-four dorms. Feels a bit few," Cao Yaxuan said, stroking her chin.

Xu Ruyan suggested, "I think we should ask Pandora. She's a manager at Golden Dawn and should know about a lot of dorms."

Xu Xiaomeng's expression twisted awkwardly. "Can she agree after how Lang Ge treated her...?"

Pandora's Constitution was terrifyingly weak. The image of her face contorting as if she might have a heart attack at any moment was still fresh in Xu Xiaomeng's mind.

Was that that popular "ehehe" face from ACG culture?

Not sure.

Maybe she'd buy a couple of magazines from the living area later to check.