Avenger

Wen Xishu decided to use the Invitation Letter.

When he touched the Invitation Letter, he received the following prompt.

[Affected by special power, the Invitation Letter can be used three times consecutively. One complete traversal counts as one use.]

[Due to the effect of the Invitation Letter, even if the target fails to complete the mission in the Tower of Desire during the first two attempts, it will not be considered a failure.]

[The final calculation result will be based on the last traversal.]

[If three traversals are not used, they cannot be accumulated for the next tower climbing.]

The explanation was quite detailed. Wen Xishu began to think about how to use it. Three chances could correspond to items in at least three rooms.

However, Wen Xishu felt that using all three times would be too inefficient. He believed it would be best to resolve all doubts within two traversals, striving for another Level Six Completion.

This way, returning to the Bunker could trigger quite a chemical reaction.

"When I was climbing the bookshelf earlier, I touched quite a few items and found that some contained a small amount of sin, while others contained a large amount..."

"Based on this clue, if I search slowly, I can actually purify this room."

"But I can't assume I have enough time, and I can't assume that just because it's the sixth floor, I can easily obtain item information."

"What's also worth noting is that when the anti-idle detection is triggered, you'll hear that greasy, disgusting prompt."

"That prompt, on one hand, helps me infer the development of the game's plot, and on the other hand, at a certain stage, I might get a clue."

Even without using the Invitation Letter, Wen Xishu was sure that he could definitely find the true pollutant that needed purification based on some clues.

But there was no need. Since the Invitation Letter could be used three times, he decided to use it.

At this moment, however, Park Mihee had already begun talking about Zheng Zai's father.

"Director Zheng Yi, an A-class cadre of the Bunker Security Bureau Third Division... Is he your father?"

Zheng Zai nodded in surprise.

Park Mihee now assumed that Wen Xishu intended to win over Zheng Zai, so she was willing to curry favor with him.

"I'm very sorry, but your father is already... dead."

Zheng Zai shook his head desperately:

"Impossible, my dad wasn't guilty of a capital offense! He said he had connections..."

Park Mihee sighed:

"Connections? Do you know that as long as your father was alive, his connections would be restless?"

"The Bunker has a Level Four Facility Prison and a Level Three Construction Prison."

"Among them, the Level Four Facility Prison is used to detain serious offenders and... former cadres."

"Prisoners in Level Four Facilities rarely get out. Therefore, what is done to the prisoners and how they are handled is basically up to the Warden."

"It just so happens that I know someone in the prison department."

Simply put, Park Mihee had slept with the Warden.

Wen Xishu watched Zheng Zai, wanting to see how this person would react to suddenly facing such devastating news.

Zheng Zai clutched his head:

"No... No, he said he would come out again."

Park Mihee said:

"I wish what I know is false, but I can't lie to you. In fact... I think it's incredible that you survived and weren't implicated."

"Your father loved you very much... He must have paid a great price for it."

Park Mihee seemed a little unable to bear it. Regardless of whether it was an act or not, she appeared at least very heartbroken for Zheng Zai at the moment.

Bloodshot eyes gradually appeared in Zheng Zai's eyes. Those unbearable past events began to surface.

His gaze, which was initially clear and fearful, slowly turned to a bit of anger.

"Ten years ago, the Bunker got its first stadium, and the Sports and Culture Bureau was established."

"At that time, I thought that if I could become an athlete, perhaps I could... lessen some of my political sins."

"At least, it could give me a fair environment."

"My arms are long, so I chose the javelin throw competition."

"In the first year, I ranked fourteenth. The top ten were all advertised on posters, received a lot of supplies... and even got allocations for the Tower of Desire."

"I was greatly encouraged. I thought... maybe if I worked hard enough and became a sensational athlete, reporters would dig into my past and find out about my father."

"My father, he's really not a bad person."

"The second year, I was ninth. I finally made it into the top ten, but this year, the top six were the ones who received the most attention."

"I only hated myself for not working hard enough, so I started practicing diligently. In the third year, I became fourth."

"Heh, but this time, the ones who received special coverage and attention were the top three."

"How I hated my weakness. That year, I kept telling myself, Zheng Zai, if you just worked a little harder, people would care about Dad's situation."

"In my fourth year, I came in second. The first place winner was a Black man from the Bunker..."

"And this year, only the first place winner was reported. He alone took all the rewards and publicity."

"I know, it's not enough, it's still not enough... The road to saving my father is still long."

"In my fifth year, I won first place with overwhelming dominance, breaking all previous records."

"I thought, it's finally my turn..."

"But it wasn't, it wasn't! It wasn't!"

Zheng Zai began to pound the floor frantically:

"These bastards just took a group photo of the athletes who were previously favored, and with a single sentence, they brushed off this year's javelin competition as equally exciting... They glossed over it."

"I finally understood. It turns out there's an invisible mountain in this world, specifically blocking the children of criminals like me. Every step I climb up, the mountain grows two steps."

"When I had worked hard for five years, thinking I could finally see the light... I discovered that everything at the top was even darker."

Wen Xishu didn't usually care much about the suffering of others.

But he felt a strange stirring.

Would his own constant exploration of the Tower of Deception ultimately lead to the same fate?

Wen Xishu knew that the Bunker Security Bureau would not be grateful to him.

Perhaps one day, after all his value and secrets were squeezed out, the Bunker Security Bureau would discard him like a worn-out shoe.

He even knew clearly that this wasn't a "perhaps," it was a certainty.

After all, Wen Chaohua's crime was far greater than Zheng Zai's father's.

"But I'm not reconciled. I'm still working hard. I started climbing the tower, thinking that if I could bring out enough supplies, the Bunker would remember me."

"The appearance of Wen Xishu..."

Zheng Zai glanced at Wen Xishu. He still believed that Wen Xishu was just a namesake of the legendary Wen Xishu from the Bunker.

"I mean, Wen Xishu, who saved countless people in the Bunker, gave me hope."

"I think... I should explore the Tower of Deception."

Zheng Zai's fists were already bleeding.

"I've... I've even been willing to give up my life. In my last exploration of the Tower of Deception, I even contracted a strange illness."

"I've become neither human nor ghost, bloodthirsty and irritable. In the Bunker, I was afraid my bloodthirsty urges would surface, so I covered my mouth with an iron mask. I've already sacrificed so much!!"

Zheng Zai looked up, his eyes filled with rage and ferocity:

"But why! Why did he still die? What was the meaning of everything I did?"

"In this Bunker, is there any fairness or justice left?"

Wen Xishu saw the flames of destruction. It was a madness that seemed capable of destroying the entire world.

He could imagine that if Jack's mother had died, Jack would also constantly question why.

But no one would answer his questions.

Wen Xishu liked that kind of look. He suddenly decided to keep Zheng Zai.

No matter how well he had treated Zheng Zai before, Wen Xishu had considered killing him in the end.

Because he couldn't afford to risk exposing his own secrets.

But now, Wen Xishu had changed his mind. He saw the bullet comments that only he could see.

They were dense bullet comments, the true essence of extreme emotion.

[I want revenge! I want revenge! I want revenge!]

A series of dense bullet comments, like an army of a thousand men and horses, passed through Wen Xishu's vision.

Wen Xishu had to admit, if Zheng Zai wasn't a Bunker person but a Three Towers person...

He would probably be a Tower of Slaughter boss-level contender with this experience!

After listening to Zheng Zai's past, Wen Xishu wasted no more time. He activated the Invitation Letter, preparing to head to the Tower of Desire.

"See you later, you two," Wen Xishu silently recited.

At this moment, time suddenly stopped.

Park Mihee and Zheng Zai, who were still talking, were frozen by a strange energy.