Low-Level Flame Demon Tower: Map-Wide Strikes!

Among players, there was a group known as lifestyle players.

They fell into two main schools.

Production and socializing.

Production meant exactly what it sounded like: specializing in skills such as weaving and smithing.

It was an important profession. By the middle and late stages of the game, most high-level facilities required advanced lifestyle skills to build. Good equipment rarely appeared outright, either. The best gear had to be crafted from blueprints, which also required lifestyle skills.

Xu Lang had no need for that yet.

The Mad King Building's upper limit was his lower limit. However bad things got, they could only get so bad.

At the same time, the growing number of equipment blueprints meant the game had officially entered its middle and late stages. It also meant mythical equipment would soon appear.

Those were lessons players had learned from experience.

Socializing was more unusual. These players could socialize with other players and with monsters. Specialists in this school were frighteningly good at persuasion and could kill without getting blood on their hands.

Of course, someone with high overall resistance would have far less to fear from them.

As the Mad King Building grew, neither kind of player was rare there anymore.

"Building Lord, we've come to report some important intelligence." Murong Wan sat upright on the sofa, her manner composed.

Evil Fuzzball came running from who knew where, its little pink tongue sticking out as it circled Murong Wan's calves. It seemed fascinated by her knee-high white lace socks.

Ever since it had licked Red Butterfly, Evil Fuzzball seemed to have been trained. It showed a special enthusiasm for beautiful young women.

"Go on," Xu Lang said calmly.

Murong Wan was surprised. Xu Lang should have known what her dormitory could do, yet he had remained calm even