Wen Xishu smiled at that answer.
"I lost my memory."
"That happens. Did you run into some supernatural horror somewhere back there? Poor guy. All right, we're from..."
Wen Xishu dreaded hearing the word Bunker. It was a strange feeling. He wanted the people of the Bunker to leave, but not as refugees.
"We're from the Bunker," the man said.
Wen Xishu felt deflated. In the end, he had still heard that word. To think that all the effort spent climbing the towers, all the struggles of countless legends and geniuses, had led to this-humans crawling underground toward Wind City...
He was disheartened, to say the least. Though he was Wind City's owner, the truth was that fame no longer mattered to him. He was already a legend in the Bunker.
"Anything else you want to ask?" the man prompted.
Wen Xishu immediately asked:
"What about Old Principal Albert?"
This time, Wen Xishu was the one taken by surprise. The man looked puzzled.
"Who's that? Sounds like a foreigner. There aren't many foreigners in the Underground Fortress," the man said.
Then he turned and continued forward, as the line ahead was no longer blocked.
Only when someone behind him urged him along did Wen Xishu realize he should keep moving.
An underground passage...
The Underground Fortress...
He suddenly understood. The Bunker was the Bunker, and the Underground Fortress was the Underground Fortress. They were two entirely different places.
A light immediately returned to Wen Xishu's eyes.
The Hidden Dragon Plan!
He remembered now. He had heard of the Underground Fortress. After the Chosen Train mission ended, Wen Xishu had learned the details of the Hidden Dragon Plan from the conductor, Wei Ping'an.
Humanity had retreated underground. The Underground Fortress lay a thousand meters beneath the surface and could accommodate five