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Chapter 235: Trouble?

Outside room 2705, the atmosphere quickly grew lively.

Not only because the young man in the sci-fi armor was standing before Rover’s door, nor only because of the four drones hovering behind him. But because within less than a few minutes, the news that "someone came to challenge room 2705" had already spread throughout the common chat.

For Survivors right now, room 2705 was a very special name.

Rover wasn’t the most frequently seen person. He also wasn’t the type who liked standing before crowds making rousing speeches to win people over. But every time he appeared, something big followed.

Supply crates taken by him.

Fog areas with routes opened by him.

Those who had attacked room 2705 were either dead, disappeared, or had gone so silent it made others uneasy.

That was precisely why, when someone truly stood before the door of room 2705 and loudly called Rover out, many Survivors couldn’t help rushing to the seventh floor.

Partly out of curiosity.

Partly to watch the fun.

And a smaller but far more dangerous portion wanted to personally see just how strong Rover and room 2705 had become.

In the corridor, the crowd grew larger by the moment.

Of course, no one was stupid enough to stand too close to room 2705’s door. They all kept a certain distance, some standing at the staircase corner, some hiding behind half-open room doors, others using items to observe from afar.

The young man in sci-fi armor seemed very pleased with this scene.

He wanted an audience.

The more the better.

He stood before room 2705’s door, the corner of his lips slightly curled. His voice wasn’t too loud but was enough for those nearby to hear clearly.

"Rover, how long do you plan to hide?"

The four drones behind him slowly circled. The blue light on their bodies alternated between bright and dim, like four metal eyes staring fixedly at the door.

"I heard you’re very strong. But from the moment you entered this apartment complex until now, what everyone has seen the most is your women acting, your defense towers acting, while you always stand at the back."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the surrounding people.

"Is this really how the strongest person in the apartment complex survives?"

These words were very crude.

But effective.

Because most of those watching the excitement didn’t need a legitimate reason. They only needed someone to stand up and say what they wanted to hear.

Very quickly, people in the crowd began chiming in.

"That’s right! If you’re truly strong then come out and show it!"

"Just hiding in the room like that, who knows if he’s actually strong or only relying on the defenses?"

"He’s taken so many resources, at least give everyone an explanation!"

"Right! The fog outside doesn’t belong to room 2705 alone. Why can they just claim the routes for themselves?"

"I heard room 2705 has a lot of supplies, defense towers, weapons. If he truly wants everyone to survive, shouldn’t he share a little?"

The voices kept coming, more and more.

At first only a few people.

Then, as if someone was quietly adding fuel to the fire, each sentence began growing sharper.

Someone called Rover selfish.

Someone said he used women as shields.

Someone claimed he deliberately withheld information about the fog to monopolize the benefits.

Someone else said if room 2705 was already this strong then they should bear the responsibility of protecting the entire apartment complex, or he was no different from the tyrants hoarding resources.

Inside room 2705, everyone silently watched the screen.

Sunako had her mouth open for a long while, and finally could only say quietly: "I’ve discovered that human skin can be thicker than Great Lord Thunder Dragon’s scales."

Thunder Dragon, lying on the chair nearby, heard this and slightly raised its head.

Krit.

Sunako immediately bowed her head.

"Of course, Great Lord Thunder Dragon’s scales are the armor of glory, nothing like the shameless thick skin of those people."

Thunder Dragon lay back down in satisfaction.

Selina laughed coldly.

"Master, can I go out and cut a few people?"

"No need."

Rover sat on the sofa, his face so calm it was as if the person being insulted outside wasn’t him at all.

He wasn’t angry.

Or more precisely, he was too lazy to be angry.

From when the game began until now, he had seen too many types of people. Some had become ruthless in order to survive. Some had become cowardly out of fear. And some clearly had no ability themselves but liked to stand in safe corners demanding others sacrifice.

The people outside were the third type.

Not frightening.

But very annoying.

Nanoe stood behind Rover, one hand lightly placed on his shoulder. She looked at the screen, her gaze not focused on the young man in sci-fi armor, but on the people chiming in from the crowd.

"Half are genuinely stupid."

Rover asked: "The other half?"

"Planted." Nanoe answered very quickly. "They speak too evenly. The topic shifts very naturally, from personal provocation turning into shared responsibility, then from shared responsibility turning into demands to share resources. This isn’t simple emotional outburst."

Morie stood before the defense tower control panel, her fingertips slowly sliding across the screen.

"Someone is steering it."

Rilia sat to the side, her cold gaze watching the screen.

"In a wolf pack, the true wolves don’t bite first. They let the stray dogs charge in to test the traps."

Selina glanced at her.

"You’ve gotten better at talking."

Rilia didn’t react.

Monica frowned slightly and said quietly: "I could try cursing him."

Rover shook his head.

"No rush. If you only beat one barking dog, whoever stands behind it will just release another."

He looked at the screen.

The young man in sci-fi armor was still standing before the door. He seemed to feel Rover’s silence meant fear, and the smile on his face became even more pronounced.

"Rover, I know you can hear me."

He raised his hand, and one drone flew forward, stopping about three meters from the room door.

"I’m Vance, Survivor level 3, founder of team Winged Flight. I didn’t come here to cause pointless trouble. I came to demand a fair answer for all Survivors in this apartment complex."

Hearing those two words "fair," Rover couldn’t help but laugh.

Nanoe also smiled very slightly.

But her smile was much colder.

Outside, Vance continued: "Since room 2705 started exploring the fog, you’ve taken far too many benefits. Safe routes, supplies, information about structures outside, all of it is being held in your hands."

"We’re all Survivors. If you have the ability to open routes, then you should make the routes public for everyone. If you can create or upgrade lanterns, then you should sell them at reasonable prices, or even provide them free to weaker people."

"And if you don’t want to do that, then at least admit one thing."

Vance looked straight at the room door.

"You’re not a leader. You’re just a selfish person who is slightly stronger than others."

The crowd went silent for a moment.

Then the murmuring erupted again.

Louder this time.

"Right! He’s right!"

"Room 2705 grew strong using shared resources, and now they want to swallow everything alone?"

"If we hadn’t all held on until now, could he be living this comfortably?"

"Rover! Come out!"

"Come out and explain!"

In a room at the end of the corridor, Nick stood behind the door crack, frowning at the scene.

He didn’t like Rover.

Or more precisely, he didn’t like the feeling of being left so far behind by Rover.

But watching the crowd shouting outside, he still felt very uncomfortable.

"Do these idiots really think Rover will be scared by a few words like that?" Nick said quietly.

Jonathan stood beside him, one arm crossed before his chest, expression even uglier.

"They don’t need Rover to be scared. They just need Rover to react."

Nick turned to look at him.

Jonathan said coldly: "If Rover stays silent, they’ll say he’s a coward. If Rover acts, they’ll say he’s brutal. If Rover explains, they’ll drag him into an endless argument. Whatever he chooses, whoever stands behind this has something to observe."

Nick was silent.

After a moment, he asked: "Who do you think is behind it?"

Jonathan looked toward the crowd.

"A few wolves are watching."

In another corner, Hudson also stood in the shadows. His plump face still carried that friendly expression, but his gaze was more serious than usual.

He didn’t participate.

Didn’t interfere either.

Because he knew, this wasn’t something he could stop with a few words of advice.

Damon stood a little further away, leaning against the wall, his lazy gaze directed toward room 2705. The smile on his face was full of malice, but he had absolutely no intention of acting.

Last time, the feeling of being forced to bow his head by whatever Rover had brought out was still very clear.

He hated Rover.

But he wasn’t stupid enough to test room 2705’s defense towers himself.

Amed didn’t appear directly.

At least, no one could see him.

But in a dark corner of the ceiling, a very thin black strand of hair clung to the wall crack. It nearly merged with the shadow, emitting no aura whatsoever.

Through that hair, a pair of pale eyes very far away were quietly watching everything.

Amed sat in his room. His sickly face showed a very faint smile.

"Don’t disappoint me, Rover."

He said softly.

"Let me see just how much you’re hiding in that room."

Before room 2705’s door, Vance waited a long time with no response.

The smile on his face gradually turned colder.

He raised his hand.

All four drones moved simultaneously, their weapon barrels aimed at the room door.

The crowd immediately went quiet.

The air tensed further.

Vance said: "I’ll give you ten seconds. If you still don’t come out, I’ll take it as you refusing dialogue."

Rover looked at the screen, and suddenly asked: "Morie, assessment?"

Morie didn’t turn her head.

"The drones aren’t strong. The problem is his armor. It has an energy reaction layer that can block one lethal attack. But if controlled first, that reaction layer will be 0.3 seconds slower."

Rover nodded.

"Nanoe?"

Nanoe smiled.

"No need to kill him. Breaking his face is enough. The person behind this wants to see our strength, so let them see a small part. Not too much, but enough for them to know the price of probing us isn’t cheap."

Rover thought for a moment.

Then said: "Morie, let the towers test the coordination mode."

Morie nodded.

"Understood."

Outside, Vance began counting.

"Ten."

No one answered.

"Nine."

The crowd held its breath.

"Eight."

A few people quietly stepped back a few more steps.

"Seven."

All four drones lit up.

"Six."

On room 2705’s door, very faint veining suddenly appeared.

Not blinding light.

Only a thin layer of silver-gray light, fine as dust.

Vance saw this, his gaze tightening slightly.

"Five."