We Paradise Building Players Aren't Made of Mud!

Solaris's words struck harder than fists, shattering everyone's wavering thoughts!

The meeting room fell silent for a moment before the blond man said thoughtfully:

"I agree with Solaris's decision."

"Paradise Building may not be sincere about cooperating, and there's no way they'd let us command them!"

"Working with them would only give us more to worry about."

The Heaven's Wrath Building player who had come to report the offer hardly dared breathe as he waited for their decision.

The gaunt young man who had always gotten along well with Solaris—Chen Bo, president of the Hermit Council—glanced at the others, then told the player, "We'll go with Solaris's decision. Tell Candy Queen that Heaven's Wrath Building wants to focus on itself, but we have no intention of making enemies of them."

"Understood!" The player hurried away.

Someone frowned to himself, clearly harboring other ideas, but said nothing.

Silver streams of data flowed ceaselessly through Solaris's eyes. He seemed to be calculating something, or perhaps activating a skill that boosted his intelligence.

Suddenly, he smiled, his expression easing.

"Cooperation is unreliable because no one knows what trials Dormitory Survival Game has in store. One change to the rules, and an alliance could fall apart on the spot."

"No one will willingly settle for second place."

"Once the snowball starts rolling, winning later will be impossible. Betrayal is inevitable."

At this point, Solaris's face grew grave, almost solemn.

"You all have your own ideas, and that's good. Perhaps I'm wrong, and the right path for Heaven's Wrath Building lies in your hands."

"But we don't have much time left. I have to make a choice quickly!"

"In a crisis, I don't want Heaven's Wrath Building's strength scattered!"

"Together, Heaven's Wrath Building's players fill the sky like stars. Apart, we're nothing but loose sand.