Survival in the dormitory, I was pulled into the management group

As the enemy drew closer, Chen Bei, who should have been keeping a close eye on them, slowly closed his eyes.

Give up sight, give up hearing, give up sensation...

Judging the enemy's direction solely by mental strength.

The whole world turned pitch black.

Only the enemy's outline was depicted in white.

As the enemy moved, subtle ripples were created, rippling outwards with an impact.

Closer, closer.

Swish!

White Yaksha's movement suddenly accelerated, instantly reaching Chen Bei's side. His twin swords were wielded with distinct techniques, one slashing horizontally while the other remained raised but not falling.

Chen Bei keenly observed the movement of the two swords, flipped the blade in his hand, and parried the horizontal slash of the greatsword.

At the same time, he thrust his sword towards the White Yaksha's chest.

The sword tip was about to hit, but the White Yaksha jumped back slightly to avoid it, and the sword tip just missed.

The White Demon returned, his steps perfectly timed, and slashed downwards with the large sword he had been holding.

In Chen Bei's perception, this violent movement would generate intense ripples.

Chen Bei was like a duckweed floating on water, moving with the impact, sliding diagonally down the roof ridge, stepping on several bricks and tiles.

He moved with the lightness of a swallow, and the bricks and tiles he stepped on did not even tremble in the slightest.

With a series of light, quick movements, he moved swiftly to the side of the White Demon.

Chen Bei lightly tapped his feet, and his whole body shot out like an arrow, launching an attack with his two swords.

White Yaksha spun around and drew his sword. The two swords clashed repeatedly, sparks flying and a sound like the clanging of metal.

The cold glint of swords echoed the pale moonlight.

In a short period of time, countless crisp sounds were heard.

The swords clashed again, this time in a crisscross pattern.

The blade and the sword edge rubbed against each other, locked in a fierce struggle.

Chen Bei kept his eyes closed.

Will-o'-the-wisps danced in the skull's eye sockets of the White Yaksha.

After a brief stalemate, Chen Bei created some distance, and Bai Yacha seized the opportunity to launch a preemptive attack. One retreated while the other closed in, and during the chase, the swords never stopped clashing wildly.

As Chen Bei retreated, he lost his footing and fell off the sloping roof ridge, sliding down the bricks and tiles.

The white demon, wreathed in flames, leaped into the air and unleashed both swords.

In fact, Chen Bei was deliberately taking a risky move, showing off his weakness, while his sword was always poised to strike.

As the White Demon leaped up, the gates opened wide.

Chen Bei forcefully swung his sword, and a flash of cold light struck the White Yaksha in the chest.

This field is an arena for melee combat, where the goal is to kill with a single blow, and the damage of attacks is amplified infinitely.

If Chen Bei's sword hits its mark, the outcome will be decided.

puff!

The White Yaksha was pierced through by a single sword strike, and the entire domain shattered.

White Yaksha fell to the ground, his armor shattered into pieces, revealing his skeleton underneath.

Chen Bei returned to the game scene, reached out and grabbed the Twelve-Story Tower that he had just flung out, then slashed it down at the heavily injured White Yaksha.

Click!

The sword struck the bone, but failed to sever it.

Crunch... Crunch...

The skeleton of the White Yaksha emitted strange noises, and then began to expand and grow larger, with ghostly fire bursting out from the gaps inside.

"Ow!!!"

The White Demon roared and swung his twin swords once more, his attack now even more powerful than before.

Chen Bei was forced back until he crashed into the wall.

Despite having just suffered a severe blow, the Yaksha not only did not die, but mutated into a new form.

White Demon's hair turned red and grew longer, flying behind her.

It let out a non-human roar and slashed repeatedly with its sword.

The blade energy flew everywhere, slicing through the walls.

The durability of the game scene increases accordingly.

Each game will be adjusted based on the average skill level of the players.

In other words, the higher the level of the participating players, the higher the durability of the game scene they are in.

The building was quite sturdy, but it couldn't stop the crazed White Demon.

Chen Bei parried a few times, but couldn't hold on any longer, so he quickly retreated and used the Returning Home Ring.

His figure disappeared into the glowing halo and he teleported back to his dormitory.

Fortunately.

Those powerful enemies that hatched were not on this level.

Chenbei's dormitory is relatively peaceful.

"I've put in a lot of effort, but one can't be too honest, so I'll take a break."

Chen Bei pulled up a chair and sat down.

Nie Xiaoqian appeared and poured Chen Bei a glass of warm water.

Chen Bei drank it all in one gulp, then opened the group chat to check on some battle situations.

Silver Boxer, White Yaksha, Shrimp General... three formidable enemies wreak havoc inside the building, each more sinister than the last.

Another player has died tragically.

This also led to another situation.

As the player dies, egg #4 grows bigger again!

The rule for Egg #4 is that it will grow whenever a player dies.

Moreover, it hatches later, making it the grand finale.

The more players die, the stronger it becomes.

Therefore, one possible situation may occur.

The monster hatched from egg number 4 is much more powerful than the monsters that came before!

This situation and speculation were all shared publicly in the group.

This put pressure on everyone.

Zero: [We can't continue like this, scattered and disorganized. We must coordinate our actions. A small group will hold the line, then we'll concentrate our firepower to take them down one by one. Those players who are just hiding in the shadows must all move out. Don't be so clever. If the player casualties continue to rise, the tide will turn, and once Egg #4 hatches, we'll all be dead!]

These words were reasonable and well-founded, and they resonated with some players.

The player known as the Trumpeter had previously directed player actions and had managed to accumulate some prestige.

At this point, the trumpeter once again stepped forward to take the lead and made some arrangements.

The players were divided into three groups.

Some people are responsible for containing the enemy, while others are responsible for dealing damage.

The first key target of the attack was General Shrimp.

Because General Shrimp is currently the weakest of the three enemies, and it has already been injured, with part of its shell broken, exposing its internal flesh and blood.

Trumpeter also determined the meeting point, where all players involved in the firepower output had to gather.

Those who are late or absent will be considered traitors among the players.

After the battle is over.

All players will hold these traitors accountable, killing those who deserve it and robbing those who deserve it!

The trumpeter's word alone doesn't count, but the fact that his opinion has gained support makes all the difference.

Chen Bei was also assigned to the firepower output team.

I just got home, and now I have to go out and fight again.

Before leaving, Chen Bei kissed Nie Xiaoqian's cool and smooth face, telling her to stay home and not to go out and get involved in troublesome matters.

Being able to take good care of the dormitory is already a huge help.

Chen Bei left the house and rushed to the meeting point.

Many players arrived one after another.

The trumpeter counted the heads to make sure everyone was there.

"Very good, not one missing! Let's go. Let's deal with that big fry!" the trumpeter shouted.