Begging for Mercy

Wen Xishu had a suspicion: the people from the Bunker came from the Three Towers World.

The Three Towers World had not originally been inside the three towers. It was a real world, and places like Moen City and Jiangcheng City could all be matched to locations in his original world before he had crossed over.

He did not know what customs existed in Mendemuer's country in the Three Towers World.

But in his original world, women had an extremely low status in the Middle East.

The people there discriminated against women even more harshly than pale-skinned foreign devils like Kane. Yet Mendemuer had said that he had been bullied by a woman and left the marriage with nothing...

If women in the Bunker truly held such high status, there would not be so many people like Park Mihee. Nor would beasts like Kane, who trafficked women's organs, exist.

So unless Mendemuer had committed some atrocity, he would not have been sentenced to such a miserable fate.

The second person Wen Xishu wanted to kill was Mendemuer.

Mendemuer climbed quickly. His climbing ability was no worse than Kane's. After what had just happened, he no longer cared whether Wen Xishu had been pretending as well.

He only wanted to get out of this place as quickly as possible! He could not hesitate and lose like Kane had.

That was indeed what he thought, and he quickly arrived before the music box.

Kane's flesh and blood had long since been shredded by the tentacles. The mangled mass lay right in front of the music box. It was clear that Kane had tried to reach for it; one of his fingers still lay on the ground, pointing at the box.

Mendemuer rushed over.

When his hand touched the music box, a different prompt indeed appeared in his mind.

You have found an item bearing traces of immense sin. Do you wish to purify it?

The difference from the previous prompt was that the word "immense" had appeared before "sin."

This convinced Mendemuer that he had found the correct item.

He was ecstatic and considered whether he should bring Wen Xishu away with him. After all, that kid's analysis had been quite accurate.

But then he thought of the person that kid wanted to take away—the pervert currently eating human flesh—and remembered Wen Xishu rolling up his sleeves to feed meat to Zheng Zai...

He immediately dismissed the thought.

Mendemuer prepared to leave, but what happened next froze his smile forever.

"Help—"

Before he could finish shouting the word, a vast cloud of black smoke had already engulfed Mendemuer.

The bizarre tentacles wriggled joyfully at the sudden arrival of fresh flesh and blood. Mendemuer's body was like a nest of tentacles.

He died.

He died with immense fear, confusion, and doubt. The music box rang out brightly, seeming to cheer for those who had died.

Hearing the music box begin to play, hearing the sounds of flesh being torn apart several times in such a short span—

Park Mihee dropped to her knees with a thud, her eyes filled with despair.

"Are... are we all going to die?"

Park Mihee muttered to herself, on the verge of collapse.

This was only the first room, and only a short while had passed, yet their team of six had become a team of three.

The only survivors now were Park Mihee, the madman Wen Xishu, and Zheng Zai, the perverted flesh-eater.

Park Mihee deeply regretted accepting this kind of mission.

Before long, the music box fell silent again.

Wen Xishu said:

"Let's go. Based on the route where the anti-idling mechanism appeared last time, the next anti-idling mechanism should be in the area we're currently in. Let's climb to the middle level of the bookshelf and find a new place to hide."

Wen Xishu was very calm.

Park Mihee suddenly grabbed Wen Xishu's hand, her eyes filled with pleading.

"Don't... don't kill me, okay? Wen Xishu, I know it was you... Please, don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

Zheng Zai looked at Wen Xishu in confusion.

Park Mihee had already realized that Wen Xishu had been using the rules to kill people. Not long ago, she had seen the faint smile at the corner of his lips.

It sent a shiver down her spine.

But Zheng Zai was rather honest.

When Mendemuer had yanked Wen Xishu down, Zheng Zai had wanted to rush forward and help him.

But a look from Wen Xishu, followed by a shake of his head, stopped Zheng Zai.

Then, when Mendemuer died, Zheng Zai had merely thought Wen Xishu had guessed wrong...

So the contaminated object that needed purification was not the music box.

He even felt somewhat grateful to Wen Xishu for saving his life again.

But Park Mihee gradually understood—Wen Xishu had been using the rules to kill people.

Perhaps he had not done it himself, but he had used his words to guide his teammates into walking to their deaths one by one.

Park Mihee was not completely stupid. She also knew that Wen Xishu himself was an exceptionally capable person.

Once the fact that Wen Xishu had returned to Level Six Hospital formed the foundation of her thoughts, Park Mihee began to doubt that Wen Xishu had once been a madman or an idiot.

She even thought he had been concealing his strength, truly biding his time.

And the faint smile Wen Xishu had worn not long ago made her understand everything at once.

More dangerous than the rules was this young man!

"I... I promise, I'll absolutely be on your side, Wen Xishu. Spare me... Take me out of here, okay?"

Wen Xishu's gaze was icy and indifferent. With his back to Zheng Zai, he looked at the kneeling Park Mihee with utter disregard.

The light gradually faded from Park Mihee's eyes.

She understood. She had laid all her cards on the table, yet he still refused to respond... That meant Wen Xishu had already decided to kill everyone.

Even exposing his intentions would have no effect.

At that moment, Wen Xishu's image became somewhat terrifying.

She had been involved with so many high-ranking political figures. Which one of them had not been shrewd and cunning?

Yet when she looked at Wen Xishu, she felt that he was a demon. A person with a devil hidden in his heart.

But Wen Xishu still spoke next.

"Captain, I don't understand what you're talking about. What do you mean, spare you? But you should get up first."

"Besides this room, there are three more different areas."

"I don't have the confidence to figure out all the rules without relying on my teammates."

"The Strange Tower really is terrifying... So many people died as soon as we came in. I truly don't want anyone else to die. You feel the same way, right? But then again—"

"There are still so many rules ahead. I need to be more careful not to analyze them incorrectly and get you killed."

Park Mihee froze at first, then immediately realized that Wen Xishu was warning her while also giving her a chance.

She nodded frantically, like a little dog trying to please its master.

"I'll be useful to you! You can ask me anything, and I'll tell you everything I know! I know about him! I've heard about his father! I can tell you all of it!"

Park Mihee no longer wanted to care about any missions. She only wanted to survive now.

She was also certain that Wen Xishu had seen through her identity.

She no longer dared underestimate this young man. Her finger pointed at Zheng Zai.

Park Mihee had not been entirely certain before, but now, in order to survive, she had to ensure that she had value.

She felt that Wen Xishu seemed to care about Zheng Zai. Although Zheng Zai was a pervert, he had tried to purify items several times, only to be stopped by Wen Xishu.

So she desperately began thinking whether there were any clues about Zheng Zai, whether any of the officials she had slept with had ever mentioned him.

Fear and the desire to survive made Park Mihee's mind much sharper.

She really did remember a few things. Though she was not certain, they could at least prove that she had value.

Zheng Zai asked in confusion, "You... you know about me?"

Wen Xishu was actually thinking about what the true "contaminated object" was.

If it was not the music box, then what was it?

He was not very interested in Zheng Zai's past, but he still did him a favor.

"Captain, tell him everything you know."

Wen Xishu did not care about any of it. His hand had already reached for the Invitation Letter.