O Jogo das Três Torres
Estas são as três regras de ferro do jogo das Três Torres aos olhos dos outros: 1: É proibido cometer assassinatos na Torre do Desejo. A Torre do Desejo é uma torre cheia de amor. Suba a Torre do Desejo com amor. 2: O assassinato é o único passe na Torre do Massacre. Todas as criaturas da Torre do Massacre são inimigas da humanidade. Não tente se comunicar com os monstros. 3: Fique longe da Torre do Engano e tenha uma família feliz. Estas são as três regras de ferro do jogo das Três Torres aos olhos de Wen Xishu: 1: A Torre do Desejo está cheia de cordeiros gordos que não sabem matar. 2: Os monstros da Torre do Massacre são poderosos e confiáveis, um verdadeiro campo de pais adotivos. 3: Eu amo muito a Torre do Engano.
O Jogo das Três Torres
Private Third Class Park Chang-sang stepped forward. “Answer me: on what grounds do you consider yourself an excellent stud?”
From the adjacent room came the clerk’s interrogation and the sound of pants being unbuckled.
“Reporting, sir, even compared to citizens from the European and American bunker zones, my second brother is invincible. I request your inspection, sir.”
“If I die in the Killing Tower, my unique talents will be wasted. They should be used to stir up trouble in the Desire Tower and make greater contributions to humanity!”
Park Chang-sang’s eccentric reply struck with conviction.
Meanwhile, in another room, Wen Xishu suddenly paused. He was about to sign the “Death Sentence Confirmation.”
The layout of the bunker’s functional floors was chaotic.
Right next to the death penalty hospice was the Tri-Tower game allocation office.
“The Desire Tower…” Wen Xishu mused.
The court official frowned. “I must inform you, even if you refuse to sign, the death sentence will be carried out. Delaying here is pointless.”
Indeed, refusing to sign was meaningless.
Unless, like in some novel, one could spend the death sentence period handcrafting an optical processor and inventing a curvature engine, death was inevitable.
Though he had been transported here for several hours, Wen Xishu was not like other transmigrators who could perform all sorts of reckless feats—at least, not yet.
According to procedure, next he would be asked for his last words and any final instructions for his relatives.
