Chapter 1: Dormitory Survival Game, Nightmare Sequence

Xu Lang, male, first-year student at Clear Sky University. Since childhood, he loved having nightmares, was physically weak and sickly, and people called him the Kidney Deficiency Young Master.

On the first day after winter break ended, he collapsed into deep sleep in his single dorm room.

Although this dorm room was small, it had all the essentials. The potted plants were cute, the desk was neat and tidy—it felt very cozy.

Since he was already disliked by people and avoided by dogs, if he didn't treat himself well, then there was no point in living.

In his dazed state, Xu Lang shuddered all over and woke up.

The world outside the window was dark and profound, dotted with blood-red hues, as if a basin of burning charcoal had been poured across the sky.

Xu Lang was stunned for a moment, then clicked his tongue habitually: "Still in a dream. I hate recurring dreams the most."

Right at that moment!

A cruel, silent, icy voice, like a funeral bell tolling, rang in his mind.

"Am I crazy, or has the world gone mad?" Xu Lang rubbed his eyes and noticed a blood mist seeping into the dorm.

Instantly, the entire dorm rapidly transformed.

The wall paint weathered, the desk dissolved, the fluorescent light turned into a lonely hanging lamp... Except for the lack of dust, it was no different from a haunted house abandoned for decades.

At the same time, the voice of the Dorm Survival Game sounded again.

Xu Lang quickly calmed down and clicked on the blinking chat room icon in his vision.

The chat room had all kinds of messages. Xu Lang experimentally sent one too, discovering he could type with his mind, with almost no errors.

Besides this, he could also add friends by clicking on people's names.

The numbers in front of everyone's names were their room numbers.

"It's real, the apocalypse has really arrived!!!"

Suddenly, a hysterical shout erupted from outside.

This shout was like a starting gun, making all the students in their dorms swarm out.

In an instant, the corridor was packed with people!

Xu Lang's heart tightened, and he quickly pressed his back against the door, afraid someone might break in.

As it turned out, he was overthinking it.

Room 200 received no attention at all.

Leaning against the door, Xu Lang opened his personal information.

"Nightmare Lord?"

Xu Lang was secretly astonished.

Right then, there was a cracking sound behind him that startled him. Turning to look, a panel popped up in his vision.

This panel was similar to the personal information panel, like a teenager's bangs—annoyingly present when you paid attention, but unnoticeable when you didn't. The trigger method was quite intelligent.

"Can this wooden door hold off zombies..." Xu Lang's mouth twitched. He glanced through the peephole at the bustling scene outside, pushed the bed against the door, and started lying flat.

There was still one day before zombies arrived—time to seize the moment and sleep.

The dorm door was strange; it had no lock, and the dorm had no windows, completely sealed.

This actually made Xu Lang feel somewhat reassured.

Bang! Bang!

Xu Lang didn't know how long he had slept when suddenly someone kicked the door several times.

The voices of two boys came through.

"Xu Lang, dead or alive? The teacher told you to gather, why didn't you go? Didn't you see the message sent in the chat room?! Are you blind?!"

"Forget it, forget it... Xu Lang, are you home? If not, we're leaving. OK, we can go, just tell the teacher he's not here."

"Really outrageous, I still had to run up ten floors to call him!" The first boy said loudly, then fiercely kicked the wooden door again.

Then, two sets of footsteps faded away.

Disturbed from his good dream, Xu Lang frowned deeply.

He knew these two guys.

The one kicking the door was called Zhou Tao, the other was Huang Hao. Both were usually very active and liked to bully others with their influence.

Xu Lang already didn't get along with them, and hearing their voices made him not want to respond. Now with the door kicking, he felt even worse.

Damn, the durability really dropped!

Xu Lang pressed his lips together and pulled up the chat records.

Not much had happened, the main thing was that someone had died.

A classmate tried to enter the blood mist, but as soon as they approached the edge, a monster bit their head off.

The kind that swallowed in one bite!

The body was also dragged into the blood mist!

Some people took photos of the headless body and posted them in the chat records. One look was enough to make your SAN value plummet.

For a time, panic spread, and everyone, called by the homeroom teacher, gathered together to build defensive structures outside the dorm building.

"So someone died, no wonder Zhou Tao was so angry... but that doesn't mean he can kick my door!"