Chapter 128: Dormitory Friendship League
Theoretically, the black fog was Yue Qiong's special ability, meaning he could attach any number of consciousnesses to it, even his entire brain.
The false smile on the eyes above the mask faded, and Yue Qiong's face remained expressionless.
Fortunately, he didn't do that, otherwise he would have been eliminated due to brain death.
Although he already knew Tang Xinjue had a toilet plunger, it still couldn't compare to the impact of a direct first-person perspective.
Furthermore, the plunger had just devoured his black fog, effectively consuming a portion of his health. Before annihilation, that portion of consciousness had transmitted every detail of the experience back to its main body—his brain.
Yue Qiong clenched his hands on the railing, but the mask concealed the change in his expression, making it impossible to tell that he was suffering from insufficient blood supply to his brain.
Meanwhile, on the balcony of Room 606, Tang Xinjue retrieved the toilet plunger and immediately checked the rubber tip for damage, hoping to see if it could spit out what it had just consumed.
Spit it out? Impossible. The toilet plunger refused to cooperate and even burped.
The remaining three, having dealt with the Elf Balls, hurried over to watch. "How's it? Did it choke?"
Zhang You said sternly, pressing the rubber tip. "Everything seems fine so far. Xinjue, make it spit out some water."
Tang Xinjue pressed the spit button.
The toilet plunger had a history of causing "indigestion," so Tang Xinjue didn't intend to use its devouring ability again without confirming the food's "safety."
But perhaps because it was hungry, the toilet plunger eagerly devoured the cursed black mist upon seeing it.
Guo Guo looked from Tang Xinjue to Zhang You, her eyes filled with confusion. "Wait, am I the only one with this problem? The rules forbid students from attacking each other, right? And the black mist is Yue Qiong's ability. So the toilet plunger just ate it. Doesn't that count as an attack?"
She was afraid the game would suddenly impose a penalty for a violation and force the toilet plunger to be taken away.
Tang Xinjue remained expressionless. "What attack? Can eating be called an attack?"
The toilet plunger spit out a stream of water in agreement, hitting the cloak.
A dim gray light flickered from the metal handle, as if forming a pattern, but ultimately nothing materialized. Only the three skull totems remained, representing [Shuttle], [Howl], and [Armor].
Successfully devouring a portion of energy, but failing to inherit the corresponding attributes... Tang Xinjue's eyes flickered.
"It's well known that toilet plungers don't eat for no reason."
At first, Tang Xinjue's words sounded like a mindless parent tolerating their child's mischief. But as they took in her words, the three of them suddenly had a subtle expression.
Indeed, the toilet plunger was very picky about its targets—it only consumed special items within the dungeon that contained ghostly energy.
So how did Yue Qiong's supernatural black mist pass this screening criteria?
Tang Xin Jue smiled. "Looking at it the other way around, if the toilet plunger was devouring it as usual, then it certainly didn't violate the rules."
The lack of action on the rules meant that the "victim," the black mist, had been judged to be something akin to ghost energy... no longer a player!
The four of them exchanged glances, tacitly suppressing the shock in their eyes and committing this information to memory.
This competition was constantly generating explosive new information. A lone player or one who wasn't good at analysis would likely have been disoriented, let alone trying to keep up with the intense pace of the competition.
But Tang Xinjue could.
She absorbed all the information she had decomposed in a flash and stopped discussing the matter. She counted the seconds ticking by, lowering her gaze to peer under the guardrail: "It's coming."
The second wave of elves was about to appear.
From the other end of the spiritual connection within her sea of consciousness, the shield girl's puzzled voice echoed, "What's coming?"
She'd been so busy helping fight monsters that she'd almost forgotten to ask Tang Xinjue something. Now remembering, she quickly added, "By the way, you just told me not to let this boy stay on my balcony for too long. What did you mean by that?"
This time, she quickly heard Tang Xinjue's response.
"The dormitories are where the students belong. If you can freely visit and hide between dormitories, have you ever considered—
"Those with lesser abilities, those who can't catch elves, will all want to hide in your place. What will you do?"
The shield girl replied, "…"
Belatedly realizing, she turned and glanced outside, catching many inquiring glances her way.
If the danger of being exposed and attacked wasn't a concern, climbing between dormitories wouldn't be an insurmountable challenge for the students' current physical fitness.
"…"
Her mouth twitched, and she heard another voice from the other end of her sea of consciousness: "Besides, the game never leaves us any loopholes."
The shield girl's expression grew serious.
She opened her mouth and said, "...You're right."
There were still two dormitories left in the informant camp, which meant that at least six rules hadn't been announced yet. No one knew what behavior would violate the hidden rules and put them in mortal danger.
After ending the conversation, the shield girl turned to look at Ma Xiaobo and said, "I'll help you get back later. With the shield's help, you shouldn't fall down halfway."
Ma Xiaobo scratched his head. Although he didn't know why this boss suddenly changed her mind, it was a good thing to be able to return to the dormitory safely.
So he thanked her repeatedly while looking down with a silly look: "Then I'll tell my roommates... Lao Li, Lao Zhang, I'm here, you can pick me up later!"
As the voice called out, two hairy heads popped out from the first floor. Before Ma Xiaobo could crack a smile, the two heads shook like rattles.
"What the hell!"
As Ma Xiaobo was stunned, his two roommates pointed outward with resentment. In the treacherous mist outside the first floor, like bubbling water, huge bluish-black bubbles began to swell, gradually breaking away from the ground and soaring upwards.
In the blink of an eye, his roommates had already retreated into their dorm room, only the lingering sound of their furious roars lingering in the air: "F*ck your dad, I don't want to die so soon!"
Bang, bang, bang—
the bluish-black bubbles soared three meters high and suddenly exploded. Countless blue monsters, identical to the previous mutated elves, roared and leaped down to the first floor!
A second wave!
In stark contrast to the first, this second wave of elves started from the ground floor and leaped upwards, floor by floor.
Almost immediately after this wave of elves appeared, several relatively weaker dormitories had already closed their doors and closed their curtains. They would rather not score points in these games than be caught in the air and thrown down to their death.
As the rules indicate, the difficulty of catching elves increases: the more elves are caught, the more difficult the next wave will be.
The elves in the first wave could only spray venom, but the second wave learned to attack with their claws, and even to tear off balcony structures such as guardrails and clotheslines, actively attacking the candidates' area.
"There are 20 in total, and their activity patterns are the same as the first wave. They are expected to reach us in one and a half minutes."
Tang Xinjue concluded based on visual observation.
Zhang You asked, "How many will be left when they reach us?"
"About five."
"Then how many should we catch?"
Tang Xinjue paused: "We want them all."
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