The Evil King Building.
Players streamed in and out, all of them in a hurry.
They had every reason to be. After looking into the building's history, no one could find anything to smile about.
After losing the building war, the Evil King Building had been stripped of a huge amount of Source Essence by the Dormitory Survival Game. Worse, it had been singled out for breaking the war's rules by forcing an advancement, leaving it weaker than ever.
For days, the Evil King Building had been frantically recruiting players.
Players with any resources took one look, shook their heads, and left.
One building with a single player left in it? How the hell were they supposed to fight?
The Dormitory Building seemed to operate under some unspoken rule that prevented it from stopping players from leaving at will.
And the reason the hundred or so players still here hadn't left was simple!
Their last relocation item had brought them to a doomed building. They were practically in tears!
Even Evil Dragon, a veteran of the Evil King Building, thought the place was finished. One look at it was enough to crush all hope.
If Xu Lang weren't holding a knife to his back, he would have tried everything he could to escape!
"The game starts in two days. Why hasn't that bastard Xu Lang shown up yet?"
These days, Evil Dragon only returned to the Safe Zone occasionally. He spent most of his time roaming the wilderness.
If he was going to betray his building, he had to act the part. Staying in the wilderness was the best way to avoid the Dormitory Building's surveillance.
That was what his predecessors had concluded. Evil Dragon didn't know whether they were right, but he wasn't about to take the risk.
That