Evelyn sighed.
"I really shouldn't be telling you any of this, Albert. Old Jin kept warning me not to."
Wen Xishu said:
"Um... should I excuse myself?"
Evelyn shook her head.
"Let's go to the academy first."
Albert said nothing, but his urgency was plain to see.
When it came to Mr. Jin, Albert cared deeply.
This friend of his was, in truth, a very mysterious man.
Mr. Jin had unified the Bunker's language, its currency, and its various institutions.
In a sense, Mr. Jin had been the Bunker's first great champion, and Albert was the one who had later followed in his footsteps.
In Albert's eyes, the Mr. Jin of those early days had been like a demigod.
He had always climbed the towers and advanced through the floors at the fastest possible pace.
Before the Strange Tower appeared, Mr. Jin had practically been superhuman. Back then, without the Strange Tower, the Slaughter Tower had been synonymous with death.
People had feared facing the Slaughter Tower, but Mr. Jin had been completely different.
Albert remembered how Old Jin had overridden every objection, arranging for many people to climb the Slaughter Tower and forcing many others to do so...
It was also during that time that Albert had considered it reasonable for the children of wealthy families and the powerful to climb the Desire Tower.
Because the poor had only one route to advancement-risking their lives.
Once a system of military merit was established, the number of people climbing the Slaughter Tower naturally grew.
In short, Mr. Jin had kept climbing, leaving everyone else behind, and had brought back facilities of every grade.
Only one person had been able to keep pace with him: Albert Napolitano.
Back then, Albert had been a sheer prodigy. Many people surrounded Mr. Jin, but