Chapter 8: Dorm 200 Recruiting a Little Beauty!
Chapter 8 of "Fierce Horror Dorm: Take a Concubine to Get Stronger" begins the action: The jumper was Zhang Yan from the eighth floor.Before she died she had asked for... Discover the next part!
The jumper was Zhang Yan from the eighth floor.
Before she died she had asked for help in the chatroom a few times, but no one helped.
Her desperate leap did not earn sympathy in the chatroom; instead, it was met with a chorus of insults.
Some players were still out scavenging supplies—her stunt would only make things harder for everyone, they said.
Xu Lang remained silent.
Beside him, Cao Yaxuan was woken by the sound of the fall and the zombies’ snarls. After checking the chatroom, she told Xu Lang, “Xu Lang, Zhang Yan jumped!”
“I know.” Xu Lang nodded calmly.
Cao Yaxuan pursed her lips. “Xu Lang, a lot of people saw that my room number matches yours and they’re asking me what’s going on.”
“Say whatever you want.” Xu Lang replied to Cao Yaxuan while editing a message in the chatroom.
She didn’t tell anyone about the private deal she and Xu Lang had; she only said she happened to be in his room when the game started.
Xu Lang really didn’t want to post in the chatroom, exactly because he feared this kind of reaction, but there were no weapons for sale on the Trading Network, so he had to shout in the chatroom.
Dorm 24.
“Damn! You really think the supplies I found won’t last until the end of the game?!” Zhou Tao’s face turned dark as he pounded his fist on the bed.
At that moment, several friends sent him private messages—players who had scavenged supplies with him earlier.
These people, unknown to the higher-tier players, had added each other as friends and developed a tacit understanding.
All the private messages told Zhou Tao not to act rashly.
They still wanted to enjoy their dividends; if high-tier players really stirred up trouble, it would be like losing everything.
“Group save for you!”
Grudgingly, Zhou Tao decided to back down.
After Xu Lang finished scolding Zhou Tao, he began to check friend requests.
Soon, one request caught his eye.
Xu Lang accepted the friend request, and the other party sent the item details.
This Wang Zhiwei loved his girlfriend, but he wasn’t a fool—he knew giving a weapon to fellow scavengers would increase competition.
Xu Lang’s mind tightened for a moment, then returned to calm.
That information didn’t seem useful to him.
He planned to just lie low and develop himself!
Still, he prepared one extra cup of water.
The trade panel opened, and twenty-one stacked paper cups in his inventory disappeared, replaced by a baseball bat.
Xu Lang took out the bat and swung it twice, then posted another message in the chatroom.
With security in hand, he could begin the next step of his plan.
A dorm could have two tenants, after all!
A stone sent ripples across a thousand layers.
Many normally quiet people suddenly spoke up, flooding the chatroom with messages.
At the same time, a lot of people sent friend requests to Xu Lang.
Dorm 5.
Zhu Yan was criticized and his face darkened.
Dorm 1, Jin Xin snorted with laughter.
“Holy crap, there really is such an overpowered thing!” He complained to his friends on floors one and two about Xu Lang’s stupid move while replying to messages from some female students.
Several girls had already sent him private photos, and quite a few were calling him husband.
For the sake of face, he gave them a bit of supplies.
Of course, only a little.
He believed his actions were noble rescue behavior, very different from Xu Lang’s idiocy.
Even if lustful, he’s classier than you!
Directly demanding women? Ugh, how crude!
But then again, Liu Qianqian on the fourth floor wanted to be his girlfriend.
Is there any way to get her down?
Living alone in such a small dorm is lonely.
Isn’t that how many apocalypse novels go?
Have power, have women—kill who you want, sleep with who you want.
Xu Lang hadn’t recruited a second little beauty before because he feared a big, tough guy might be behind her.
Now that he had a weapon, he wasn’t so intimidated even if there was someone strong.
A measured risk was worth taking.
Only, Comfort Level seemed related to how he rated women.
For example, if Cao Yaxuan took off her stockings, his Comfort Level would drop; odor and filth would similarly decrease Comfort Level.
“Xu Lang, what did you say in the chatroom? Recruiting a little beauty—what does that mean?” Cao Yaxuan stared at Xu Lang angrily.
Although they’d known each other a short time, she had really started to feel like he was her boyfriend.
And now he was doing this.
“You’re so cold,” Xu Lang scolded.
“What’s wrong with me?” Cao Yaxuan’s delicate body trembled with anger.
“Don’t you want to help classmates? Can you bear to watch classmates starve? How could you be so cruel?” Cao Yaxuan snapped, no longer playful but with a solemn face. “Xu Lang, don’t think I’m stuck with you!”
Xu Lang answered without flinching: “If you don’t want to stay, you can leave. But don’t think this is a rule-of-law society—if you leave, you can’t split half my supplies.”
Cao Yaxuan was important, no doubt, but if someone can’t tell primary from secondary roles, their value needs to be re-evaluated.
Hearing that, Cao Yaxuan’s face stiffened and she calmed down a little.
“Come here on my count! I’ll count to three!” Xu Lang put his hands on his hips. “3…2…”
“I’m coming! Can’t you be nicer? Why so fierce!”