Chaohua and Xishu

Wen Xishu suddenly wanted to laugh.

He thought of a certain meme. Maybe the final boss had transmigrated too, and was blocking off every possible path for the protagonist right from the start.

What was supposed to be transmigration after death had become death after transmigration.

Don't mess up a new account.

Because the higher-ups had demanded that the execution be carried out as soon as possible, Wen Xishu could not leisurely finish his last meal.

He was first carried to the injection room, then tied down while a bailiff fed him.

Wen Xishu strongly did not recommend compressed biscuits with cola, because compressed biscuits were already filling enough, and cola was the same.

He was uncomfortably bloated, especially since the bailiff fed him so quickly.

Still, Wen Xishu found it rather interesting at a time like this.

After all, no living person had ever experienced what he was experiencing.

After the meal, his body had gone from sitting upright to lying down. A court worker asked:

"Would you like to listen to a song?"

This was part of the lethal injection procedure. Besides a final meal, there was also an "execution song," meant to let condemned prisoners die in a better mood.

"Sure. Play Stephen Chow's 'Shaolin Kung Fu Good,'" Wen Xishu said.

The court worker looked bewildered.

"Sorry, the Bunker Music Hall has no record of that song. But after you die, we will do our utmost to find it."

Wen Xishu showed a disappointed expression.

"What a boring world."

Clearly, the other party wanted to finish work sooner as well, so he chose a piece of light music fitting for the situation: "The Lost."

The worker began going through the procedure.

"The first injection is an anesthetic. You will rapidly lose consciousness."

"The second injection is a muscle relaxant. Of course... by then, you will already be asleep."

"The third injection is Potassium Chloride. You will die within thirty to sixty seconds."

"We will determine whether you have died based on changes in your heart rate and pupils."

A Bunker Security Bureau bailiff prepared to connect the injection pump to Wen Xishu's vein.

Wen Xishu's heartbeat accelerated.

His long habit of courting death had made his mind unusually active at this moment.

"Once I fall asleep, I'm as good as dead. I need to find a way to survive before I do."

"The key information available is that the Wen family members committed heinous crimes."

"The Wen family's crimes were enough to warrant extermination, even in a world that at least outwardly emphasized human rights..."

"But there's something very strange here."

"The new regulations didn't let me exercise my rights, yet they also didn't strip me of my right to exercise the old regulations."

"They rejected my request to explore the Strange Tower, yet they could actually wait until I turned eighteen before carrying out my execution."

"The staff member earlier used the word 'tolerant.' That means minors who commit atrocious crimes can be sentenced to death."

"Yet even after I turned eighteen, they didn't execute me immediately. They waited a long time longer."

"That wasn't reasonable. For some reason... they had deliberately delayed killing me."

"Also, that agent cared a great deal about my mental state."

Wen Xishu quickly formed a hypothesis.

Logic told him that, aside from himself, someone else from the Wen family was still alive—

Someone who had committed astonishing crimes.

This person was far more important than himself and the other Wen family members.

And he most likely held clues about that person.

That was why the Bunker's higher-ups had never killed him.

But his earlier madness had made it difficult for him to provide any useful clues. That had also worn down the higher-ups' patience, leading them to decide to execute him.

As he thought about it, a name really did appear in his mind.

"Wait, hold the needle."

The bailiff did not stop moving, continuing to tie a rubber tube around Wen Xishu's wrist.

They were very practiced. It was normal for prisoners to make all sorts of demands at times like this, all in an attempt to stall. The best response was to ignore them.

Death was terrifying, but the waiting and agony before death were even more terrifying.

The court agent said:

"If you have any additional provisions to add to your will, say them as quickly as possible. The bailiff will not stop working."

Wen Xishu tilted his head back.

"I have clues about Wen Chaohua."

Time seemed to stop.

The moment that name appeared, everyone's movements froze.

The expressions of the two armed police officers visibly stiffened, while the court worker's eyes widened instantly.

Wen Chaohua.

The most vile criminal of the Bunker era, infamous enough to be recorded in history.

It could be said that of the Wen family's eight bushels of evil, Wen Chaohua alone accounted for one full stone, while everyone else owed two bushels.

At the same time, he was Wen Xishu's older brother. They were full brothers.

The court worker immediately signaled for the execution to stop.

"This matter is far too important. I need to consult my superiors."

He then asked:

"Your behavior today has truly been surprising. Your madness... seems to have improved considerably?"

Wen Xishu answered cleverly.

"Either I'm going mad, or I'm only temporarily lucid."

Memory was a very interesting thing.

The phrase following the vine to find the melon was especially suitable for memories.

Through thought and reasoning, he recalled Wen Chaohua.

And once he remembered Wen Chaohua, he also remembered something even more important.

"Xishu, I'm about to leave on a long journey. Before we part, let your big brother give you a gift."

"This is something that can overturn the Three Towers Game. It can let you experience an entirely different Three Towers Game."

"Remember, none of the known rules can bind us. You and I will meet again in the future, but I hope it won't be in the Bunker."

This memory took place before disaster struck the Wen family.

As the memory surfaced, a strange image appeared in Wen Xishu's mind.

"Huh. So transmigrators really do get standard cheat powers."

Even so, his expression was far from optimistic, because he could not just shout, Deep Blue, add points.

He did not even know how to use this thing.

Inside Wen Xishu's mind were Three Colored Dice.

Bunker.

Judging from the classified level of the policy documents on the desk, the person answering the call held a position of great authority.

"He has clues about Wen Chaohua?"

"Yes, sir. Wen Xishu is very lucid right now. I'm thinking that perhaps we can try interrogating him again," the person on the other end of the line said respectfully.

The man beside the desk said:

"Interrogate him immediately. This time, make sure you dig out clues about Wen Chaohua."

Previously, Wen Xishu had been babbling madly, and every interrogation had yielded nothing.

This time, perhaps the fear of death had finally sobered up this "madman" of the Wen family.

This high-ranking official was clearly excited as well, pacing back and forth.

Wen Chaohua meant towering political achievements, but he did not care about those.

Nor was capturing Wen Chaohua, who had committed the "crime of human extinction," for the sake of justice.

He quickly found a document in the safe, the document with the highest classification level.

File Number 0112. Classification Level: Top Secret.

The file contents were as follows:

In the Slaughter Tower, people could obtain all kinds of combat items and combat sequences.

But once they transferred to the Desire Tower, they could no longer use any Slaughter Tower sequences or items.

Upon entering the Desire Tower, they would completely revert to ordinary people. They could not kill, or even commit violent acts.

The reverse was also true. None of the sequences from the Desire Tower could be brought into the Slaughter Tower.

The independence of Three Towers abilities was an iron law, without exception.

The Desire Tower was like a dating sim galgame, without any functions for fighting and killing.

The Slaughter Tower, meanwhile, was like a pure fighting game, without mechanics for giving flowers to monsters to raise their favorability.

The Three Towers abilities were independent of and isolated from one another.

Naturally, this common knowledge, which every Bunker citizen already knew, could not possibly qualify as a "top-secret file."

It should not even have appeared here.

What truly made this file top secret were its final three sentences.

We still do not know how Wen Chaohua accomplished this, nor whether anyone else can do it. The rules of the Three Towers seem to have become misaligned.

The monsters of the Slaughter Tower were actually under his command, and what shocked us even more was that, in the Desire Tower, where killing was forbidden—

He slaughtered every Three Towers person on an entire floor!