Chapter 46 The Avenger

Wen Xishu decided to use the invitation letter.

When he touched the invitation letter, he received the following prompt:

[Affected by a special force, 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 counted as a failure.]

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

[If the three traversals are not fully utilized, the remaining counts cannot be carried over to the next tower ascent.]

The instructions were quite detailed. Wen Xishu began to ponder how to make use of them. Three chances could correspond to items in at least three rooms.

However, Wen Xishu felt that using up all three times would be too inefficient. He believed it would be best for him to resolve all doubts within two traversals and strive for another level-six completion rate.

That way, returning to the bunker would trigger quite a significant 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 aura, while others contained a massive amount of sin aura..."

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

"But I cannot assume that time is ample, nor can I take it for granted that just because this is the sixth floor, I can easily acquire item information."

"Moreover, it is worth noting that when the anti-AFK detection is triggered, I hear that greasy and disgusting prompt."

"On one hand, that prompt helps me deduce the development of the game's plot; on the other hand, once a certain stage is reached, it might provide clues."

Even without using the invitation letter, Wen Xishu was certain that he could find the real pollutants that needed purification based on certain clues.

Yet, there was no need to overthink it. Since the invitation letter could be used three times, he decided to use it and see what happened.

At this moment, however, Park Mi-hee had already begun talking about Jung Jae's father.

"Director Jung, a Grade-A cadre from the third bureau of the Administration... Is your father him?"

Jung Jae nodded in surprise.

Park Mi-hee currently assumed that Wen Xishu wanted to win Jung Jae over, so she was also willing to ingratiate herself with him.

"I am sorry, but your father is already... dead."

Jung Jae shook his head frantically:

"Impossible! My father definitely did not commit a capital crime! He said he had backing..."

Park Mi-hee sighed and said:

"Backing? Do you have any idea that as long as your father was alive, his backing could never rest in peace?"

"The bunker has a level-four facility prison, as well as a level-three architectural prison."

"Among them, the level-four facility prison is used to detain major criminals and... former cadres."

"Prisoners in the level-four facility almost never come out. Therefore, what is done to the prisoners and how they are handled is entirely up to the warden."

"As it happens, I know someone who works in the prison department."

To put it simply, Park Mi-hee had slept with the warden.

Wen Xishu looked at Jung Jae, wanting to see how this guy would react to suddenly facing such a life-shattering tragedy.

Jung Jae buried his head in his hands:

"It can't be... It can't be. He said so, he said he would come out."

Park Mi-hee said:

"I wish what I know is false, but I cannot lie to you. In fact... I think it is a miracle that you survived and were not implicated by association."

"Your father loved you very much... He must have paid a tremendous price for this."

Park Mi-hee felt a pang of sympathy. Regardless of whether it was put on, she currently appeared to feel deeply sorry for Jung Jae.

Bloodshot veins gradually appeared in Jung Jae's eyes. Those unbearable past events began to surface.

His gaze slowly shifted from initial clarity and panic to a touch of anger.

"Ten years ago, the first sports hall appeared in the bunker, and the bunker established the Culture and Sports Bureau."

"At that time, I thought that perhaps as long as I could become an athlete, I could... alleviate some of my political sins."

"At the very least, it could grant me a fair environment."

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

"In the first year, I ranked fourteenth. The top ten were all featured on promotional posters and received quite a few supplies... and even allocations for quotas to the Tower of Desire."

"I was greatly encouraged. I thought... maybe if I worked hard enough and became a sensation in the sports world, reporters would dig into my past and trace it back to my father."

"My father really wasn't a bad person."

"In the second year, I was ninth. I finally made it into the top ten, but this year, the focus of the reports was on the top six."

"I only hated myself for not working hard enough, so I began to practice bitterly. In the third year, I became fourth."

"Heh, but this time, those who received primary reporting and special attention were the top three."

"How I hated my own weakness. That year, I kept telling myself, Jung Jae, if you just work a little harder, someone will care about your father's situation."

"In the fourth year, I won second place. The first place was a black man from the bunker..."

"And this year, only the first-place winner was reported; he alone monopolized all the rewards and publicity."

"I knew it wasn't enough, still not enough... The road to saving my father was still very long."

"In the fifth year, with absolute crushing dominance, I won first place and broke all the records from the previous years."

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

"But no, it wasn't! It wasn't like that at all!"

Jung Jae began to beat the floor frantically:

"These bastards simply published a group photo of the athletes who had been given primary attention in the past, dismissing it with a single sentence: 'This year's javelin competition was equally wonderful'..."

"I finally understood. It turned out there was an invisible mountain in this world, specifically blocking the children of criminals like me. Every step I climbed upward, the mountain grew two steps higher."

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

Wen Xishu actually did not care much about the sorrows and sufferings of others.

Yet, for some inexplicable reason, he felt a little moved.

Would his own continuous exploration of the eerie towers eventually lead him to the same end?

The Bunker Security Bureau would not be grateful to him; Wen Xishu actually knew this.

Perhaps one day, after his value and secrets were squeezed dry, the Bunker Security Bureau would kill the donkey the moment it left the mill.

He was even well aware that this wasn't a "perhaps," but an inevitability.

After all, the crime of Wen Zhaohua was far greater than that of Jung Jae's father.

"But I am unreconciled. I am still working hard, I am starting to ascend the tower, thinking that as long as I can bring back plenty of supplies, the bunker will remember me."

"The appearance of Wen Xishu..."

Jung Jae glanced at Wen Xishu. He still believed in Wen Xishu, believing that the Wen Xishu before him merely shared the same name and surname as that bunker legend.

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

"I thought... I should go explore the eerie towers."

Jung Jae's fists were already stained with dried blood.

"I have... I have even cast my life aside. During the last exploration of the eerie tower, I even contracted a strange disease."

"I became neither human nor ghost, bloodthirsty and irritable. In the bunker, fearing that my bloodthirsty desires would flare up, I blocked my mouth with an iron mask. I have already paid so much!!"

Jung Jae raised his head, his eyes filled with boiling rage and ferocity:

"Then why! Why did he still die? What on earth is the meaning of everything I have done?"

"Is there still fairness and justice left in this bunker?"

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

He could imagine that if Jack's mother had died back then, Jack would have constantly questioned why as well.

Yet no one would respond to his questioning.

Wen Xishu liked this kind of look in someone's eyes, and he suddenly decided to keep Jung Jae alive.

No matter how well he had treated Jung Jae previously, Wen Xishu had considered killing him in the end if necessary.

Because he could not afford to take any risk of exposing his secrets.

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

Dense bullet comments flooded his vision, representing the ultimate expression of extreme emotion.

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

A dense series of barrage comments swept across Wen Xishu's sight like a thousand horses charging.

Wen Xishu had to admit that if Jung Jae were not a bunker resident, but a resident of the Three Towers...

Surely, this experience would make him a boss-level player in the Tower of Slaughter?

Having listened to Jung Jae's past, Wen Xishu delayed no further. He activated the invitation letter and prepared to head to the Tower of Desire.

"See you later, you two," Wen Xishu muttered to himself.

At this moment, time suddenly stopped.

Park Mi-hee and Jung Jae, who were still conversing, were frozen by the bizarre energy.