The One-Eyed Giant God in the Blood Mist World

The Rakshasa Kingdom's military camp.

Inside the council tent, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive, like a thick, leaden cloud.

Not long ago, two more generals and their troops were resurrected, but no one was happy about it.

The Rakshasa Kingdom has already lost two saints, two sages, and five generals out of its three saints, seven virtuous men, and twenty-one generals.

The loss of these two saints was especially fatal.

"We can't attack the Dormitory Building anymore..." Suddenly, Aygul's voice came from inside the bed curtains, her tone unusually firm. "Until Elder Harlan awakens, no one is allowed to approach the Dormitory Building. Anyone who disobeys will be considered a traitor!"

A chill ran through everyone.

This time, no one refuted Aygul.

If we don't unite, the Rakshasa Kingdom may truly perish completely.

Just then, shouts of battle came from the far distance.

Everyone was already familiar with them.

There were too many monsters in the Blood Mist; monsters were charging in almost every moment.

"Something's not right!" A burly man with earthy skin paled slightly, bowed towards the bed curtains, and said, "Your Majesty, I'd like to go out and take a look."

"Go ahead," Aygul replied.

Other seasoned generals also sensed something was wrong, and left after saying goodbye.

Before long, the sages also went out, because the sound was indeed too unusual.

"What's wrong with you all?" A sage had just stepped out of the tent when he saw everyone standing there in a daze, and asked curiously.

Why aren't these people on the front lines? Aren't there monsters attacking?

"Look, look... the ancient gods!" A fierce general pointed to the horizon, stammering.

The sage followed his gaze and was immediately stunned.

Because of the Blood Mist, the Blood Mist World's vision was limited, but at this moment, a being located in the far distance was directly reflected in his pupils.

It was a giant without arms, with shoulders as high as mountains and legs like pillars supporting the sky!

A sea of blood seemed to surge around him, and a single eye on his forehead looked this way. Many soldiers could not withstand the pressure and died or went insane on the spot.

"He's not looking at us, he's looking at the Dormitory Building!"

The sage was greatly shocked and thought to himself, "This is something I don't understand."

After an unknown amount of time, the Blood Sea Giant withdrew its gaze and hurriedly departed.

His feet trod upon the towering steel buildings, silent and still, like a tangible yet intangible ghost.

Seeing the giant leave, the sage breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground. A gentle breeze blew by, making him feel a chill, and he suddenly realized that he was soaked in sweat.

"We must take that building; we need to get into the Safe Zone!"

At this moment, the beliefs of all the high-ranking officials of the Rakshasa Kingdom were united.

In the past, there were many disagreements among us, including differences in direction, ideology, and personality.

Now all those ideas are gone, leaving only one central idea!

--Quickly demolish that building and move in!

"Sigh, I wonder when I'll be able to escape this Dormitory Survival Game. If this keeps going, when will it ever end?" In the Safe Zone, a dejected boy emerged from a school building, sighing heavily.

He was a player on the second floor. The landlord and his roommate had all died a few days ago. The front door was newly built and only level six.

It's no exaggeration to say that without others drawing fire and with the cooperation of artillery emplacements, even a single soldier from the Yellow Sands could breach this gate.

He became a landlord by chance, he didn't have much money of his own, but he didn't want to be a tenant for others.

There's nothing we can do about it; good homeowners are too rare these days.

Many homeowners, anticipating a breach of their property, will send their tenants out, using them as human escape routes.

The boy was the kind of person who couldn't get past the initial resistance, nor could he lie down comfortably.

If it weren't for their own weak foundation, who would be willing to go out and canvass buildings at a time like this?

"If it weren't for a third-class dormitory, I would have become someone else's tenant. Boss, the assets you left behind are too harmful!"

"Life is so meaningless these days!"

"This game is so hard, I want to go home... Ugh!?"

The boy kept complaining when he suddenly saw a white shadow flash at the entrance of the alley ahead and instinctively chased after it.

The fact that you're avoiding me means you're afraid of me!

Your fear of me means I can control you!

This formula is so easy to apply, everyone in the Mad King Building knows it.

"Don't come any closer!" White Sand shouted at the boy in front of him, seeing that there was no way to retreat behind him.

The boy immediately stopped, captivated by White Sand's beauty.

Those fair skin, those long legs, that slender waist... The boy felt a tingling sensation run down his spine, a surge of pleasure coursing through him. He quickly said, "Don't you have a dorm room? Want to come to my place? I'm the landlord!"

Before White Sand could answer, the boy extended an invitation.

[Would you like to become a tenant in Dormitory 26, "Fishing Home"?]

[This dormitory is currently rated level 3, with 0/5 tenants.]

White Sand was taken aback, and tentatively clicked "accept" with his mind. In an instant, a flood of information popped up: personal information... Trading Network... Chat Room, etc.

"Ah, thank you! You actually agreed!" The young man was overjoyed. He had only been testing the waters, but he hadn't expected this beautiful woman to actually be a Roamer.

"Come on, come home with me!"

"Which floor were you on before? I've never seen you before."

"Is it because you're afraid of being targeted by the great demon king Xu Lang that you've been keeping a low profile?"

"It's alright, you can stay at my house without showing your face. I won't let you be used as a ghost-catcher!"

The boy walked ahead, chattering incessantly, his heart pounding.

Does this mean I'll have a little eraser too?

He swallowed hard, then suddenly realized something and quickly turned around to grab a hooded jacket for White Sand: "Quick, cover yourself up, don't let anyone else see!"

"Thank you." White Sand didn't refuse, took it, and put it on.

As the Dormitory Building drew closer, White Sand felt somewhat dazed.

She was afraid of being punished by the Queen, so she wanted to stay out for a while before going back. How did she end up sneaking into the Dormitory Building in such a confused state?

"Are you a foreigner? I didn't hear you speaking Chinese just now... Hehe, the Dormitory Building is amazing, it allows us to communicate across languages..." The boy's imagination ran wild, and before White Sand could offer any explanation, he had already covered up the gap himself. "By the way, my Zhang Xiaochun, what's yours?"

"Is it alright if you take me back to my dorm?" White Sand didn't want outsiders to know her name.

"It's alright, I'm the landlord. Dormitory 26 has a great reputation throughout the entire second floor!"