As the highest-ranking person in charge of the base, Chu Huaijin had prepared an entire building for players who had registered as Kings.

A building named the King’s Headquarters.

The name sounded a little childish, but Chu Huaijin had his own reasoning.

— Although Kings competed with one another, looking at the country as a whole — indeed, the entire world — Kings deserved the best resources to face the brutal battles ahead.

He had sincerely sat down with Bai Youwei, Shen Mo, Yan Qingwen, Du Lai, and Fu Miaoxue to speak with them individually, hoping they would accept his arrangements.

The building had thirty-two floors in total, equipped with a restaurant, meeting rooms, a gym, training rooms, a combat hall, an indoor swimming pool, and a rooftop garden, among other facilities.

All daily living amenities were of the highest standard. There was a tight security system, and trainers were on hand to help improve their physical fitness, teach professional boxing and combat techniques to handle the various crises that might arise in the game.

Taking into account the complexity of the game, Chu Huaijin had also brought in several instructors to help sharpen the players’ spatial reasoning, logical thinking, and memory enhancement capabilities.

Beyond all that, Chu Huaijin also planned to recruit outstanding players, organize centralized training, and provide Kings with a pool of subject candidate players, so that no King would find themselves without anyone to call upon during a battle.

There was far too much he wanted to do, and he could only continue refining the King’s Headquarters little by little over time.

Bai Youwei was somewhat moved.

Whether it was Professor Song or Chu Huaijin — neither of them had directly participated in the Maze War, yet both were fighting in their own way.

While touring the King’s Headquarters, she noticed one floor was dedicated to a data analysis department. Inside sat more than a dozen young men and women, hard at work on data analysis.

Their numbers weren’t especially large, but the work environment buzzed with energy.

Bai Youwei curiously picked up a page from an analysis report. It read:

*Inspector — Orb Type:*

*735 games featured aggressive animals or monsters;*

*7,623 games leaned toward physical ability and reasoning;*

*991 games had 10 or more participants;*

*9,265 games lasted fewer than 72 hours…*

*……*

Chu Huaijin explained: “This was Yan Qingwen’s idea. By analyzing and comparing the games of each Inspector, we can draw statistical conclusions — which means we can make preparations before a battle even begins. Now that power has been restored, the computational load has eased considerably. Hopefully this data will prove useful.”

Bai Youwei nodded thoughtfully.

She remembered that when selecting battles, each one had featured a 3D holographic projection of an Inspector: Battle 1 was the Clown, Battle 5 was the Comic Man, Battle 10 was the Orb, and Battle 20 was the Gray-Robed Elder.

Yan Qingwen’s goal was clear — by gathering large volumes of game data, he aimed to analyze the gameplay characteristics of all four.

For instance, in an Orb battle, one had to be prepared with trauma medicine and high-attack items; while the Gray-Robed Elder’s games leaned toward knowledge, making it necessary to seek out allies with extensive knowledge reserves.

The King’s Headquarters was thoroughly considered from every angle. Whether she thought of it in terms of Chu Huaijin’s goodwill, or the practical benefits laid before her eyes, Bai Youwei couldn’t think of a single reason to refuse.

In the end, they all moved in.

After settling in, Yu Chaohui recovered a bit of his spirits, finally shedding his listless gloom — probably because the layout and structure of the entire headquarters gave him the feeling of returning to an organization.

Teacher Cheng, on the other hand, felt somewhat uneasy. He felt he wasn’t qualified to live in such a place; it seemed improper, like he had no real claim to it — not as comfortable as being in the dollhouse. But he also knew that frequently coming and going from the dollhouse was genuinely unsafe.

Tan Xiao and Pan Xiaoxin adapted quickly. Every day they trained physical fitness and practiced logical thinking under the guidance of their instructors. Whether or not they were improving dramatically was beside the point — at least they had a direction to work toward.

Yan Qingwen, Lu Yuwen, Su Man, and Zhu Shu also moved in.

Du Lai and Fu Miaoxue kept mostly to themselves. Even though they lived on the same floor, they rarely showed their faces; one might occasionally run into Du Lai in the restaurant, but that was about it.

Though, when one considered Fu Miaoxue’s special circumstances, it was understandable. She was a puppet — she had no need to eat, no need to work on physical fitness, and naturally spent each day inside her room.

And just like that, a week passed in the blink of an eye.

—