Chapter 335: High Tower

The opulent Bolaka Royal Grand Hotel.

The lights were bright, and the dazzling crystal lamps emitted a soft yellow glow.

The lavish floor was covered with plush wool carpets.

Along the way, dozens of attendants respectfully formed two lines, half‑kneeling on the ground.

The projection equipment hanging on the crystal curtain wall played Bolaka's advertisement on a 24‑hour loop.

"Welcome to Paradise City—Bolaka"

The fountain before the hotel sprayed freely to the music, and the uniformed bellboys dutifully carried the luggage.

The water murmured softly.

Lin An and the others, who had arrived as envoys, enjoyed the highest standard of treatment.

Before they even stepped out of the car, the hotel manager hurriedly led a service team to greet them.

It was hard to imagine.

A city built relying on the Wilderness Military Region had miraculously replicated a five‑star hotel of a major metropolis.

The staffing was excessively abundant, beyond belief.

The entire seven‑story hotel had only a few dozen guests, yet the number of service staff and waitstaff reached a thousand.

Zhang Tie emerged from the hotel manager's doubtful gaze.

Isn't this person a slave bought by the envoy?

How could he be qualified to ride in the car?

Not daring to think too much, perhaps the envoy took a liking to this slave's ability.

Xiong Hanzi rubbed his forehead as he walked the red carpet, with more than twenty attendants leading the way ahead of him.

Tsk.

"Lin Dui, I damn well feel the treatment here is almost on par with the emperor's."

"Damn it, Laozi's shoe got a little dirty and someone knelt on the ground wiping it for half a day."

The hotel walls were adorned with exquisite oil paintings worthy of being called art, and occasionally one could see slogans affixed with gold foil:

"Bolaka Royal Hotel, you can do anything you wish here."

"All staff of this hotel will provide any request and any service, and we will unconditionally obey your wishes. If you have any needs, please contact us; we will wholeheartedly serve you."

The service, meticulous to the extreme, did not make them feel comfortable; instead, it made Gao Tian and the others feel ill all over.

The apocalypse in the real world had not been going on for long, especially since Lin An was implementing a military‑control policy.

All Awakened Ones received no special treatment.

But now, having arrived here, every person and every arrangement here bluntly tells them:

"Guests and service staff are two different species; you need not treat them as people."

Even this feeling permeates their very bones.

They take pride in serving, willingly kneeling to provide service.

Dignity, passion—it seems to have vanished here.

The hierarchy is so stark it's unbearable.

After repeatedly confirming that Lin An had no special requests, the hotel manager had no choice but to open his door for him.

Under the strong insistence of several people.

Mo Ling stayed with him, while Zhang Tie, Gao Tian, and Lv Shu stayed in the suite.

They had originally planned to stay together for convenience of movement.

But Mo Ling disliked Xiong Hanzi's snoring while he slept, and Gao Tian wanted to chat with Lv Shu about this world.

After pushing open the heavy wooden door, the eye was greeted by a luxurious suite spanning several hundred square meters.

The lighting was dim and yellowish.

On the snow‑white sheets lay Anna, dressed in an elegant gown.

Absolutely stunning, like a sleeping beauty.

On the bedside cabinet lay a card:

"Esteemed Envoy, to ensure your dining pleasure,"

"We have administered a safety dosage of sedative and a small amount of anesthetic."

"If you need any other props, please contact us."

He laughed helplessly.

Lin An placed Mo Ling beside the bed, then casually glanced at the sleeping Anna.

Indeed, she was beautiful; the childishness on her face, beneath her attire, carried a hint of purity.

Lin An then laid out a mental‑power node, and with his fingertip lightly touched Anna's brow.

The faint mental power extended like flowing water, stimulating.

Mm—

A slight pain.

Under precise control, Anna couldn't help but clutch her head and moan as she woke.

After seeing clearly the room she was in, as well as Lin An clad in a black robe,

Instinctively, she panicked and fled to the other side of the bed, biting her lower lip.

She said nothing.

Her pair of eyes, as if they could speak, gazed fearfully at Lin An.

So‑called princess, essentially she was just a girl who had just come of age.

Her eyelashes twitched.

She seemed to have thought of something, turned her head to glance at the drawn curtains, and gave a bitter smile.

She clenched the sheet with her fingertips.

"Are you Manzi or Horton?"

Her voice was clear and cold.

Knowing she could not resist, she simply stared at the black-robed man with a sorrowful gaze.

The name she asked for was one of the main rebel figures she had in mind; in her view, the envoy's identity could only be one of a few people.

Unexpected.

Lin An did not answer her question.

"I ask, you answer."

"What is the High Tower? Do you know the origin of the zombies?"

"Where is it? How far away is it from here!!"

"Or perhaps you also know some other secrets."

??

Anna heard the voice and flinched; she had thought the black-robed Lin An would not be able to restrain himself and would lunge at her.

She could feel the emptiness under her skirt — a check the maid had made earlier to see if she carried any dangerous items.

Even before being sent to the room, she was forced to drink the specially prepared potion.

Her face flushed completely.

Anna stared at the man before her, astonished, and hesitated to speak.

"What does that mean?"

"Why ask myself these questions?"

Seeing Anna still lost in thought, Lin An couldn't help but frown slightly.

He had no interest in the so-called princess; even if he wanted, he could do anything.

But the death threat of the dungeon constantly lingered in his mind.

Without Hesitation.

Lin An raised his hand, unleashed telekinesis, pulled Anna toward him, and gripped her chin tightly.

The chill of his fingertips stifled her gasp, and she could feel the force of his grip.

A powerful mental pressure bore down on her, making it hard to breathe.

"I said it."

"I ask, you answer — otherwise go die."

His voice was icy cold.

With a slight increase of force, pain brought tears to her eyes.

At a loss, she had no doubt that if she hesitated another moment, the man before her would crush her jaw.

"Who exactly is he!!"

"Definitely not the envoy."

No fool, Anna subconsciously sensed that Lin An was acting strangely.

That mysterious force just then — something no human could do.

She dared not think further, trembling with fear as she stared into his icy eyes.

"High Tower."

"The High Tower is a black tower."

"It lies at the center of the world, formerly the core district of the capital of Boduoer."

"No one knows how it appeared; I only heard my father mention it once."

"As for the origin of the zombies..."

Anna's breath grew hot, and the medicine's effect began to take hold.

Her thoughts grew confused.

"Isn't the origin of zombies supposed to be unknown?"

"What exactly is he asking?"

"I don't know the specifics of what you're asking..."

"What is it."

"Everyone generally thinks the zombie outbreak stems from an unknown virus."

"But."

"My father once told me that the High Tower might actually be the source of the zombies."

"Who exactly are you..."

Her whole body felt hot.

Anna struggled to stay lucid as the medicine's effect overwhelmed her.

If the black-robed man before her is Troy, or even someone from other forces, they shouldn't be asking this question.

Lin An gazed thoughtfully.

"Is the High Tower the source of the zombies?"

He couldn't help but feel impatient; the girl before him was clearly growing confused.

The hotel had made preparations in advance to ensure he had a pleasant stay.

Damn.

While Anna still had a sliver of consciousness, Lin An simply used his mental power to forcefully stimulate her awake:

"Why would anyone think the tower is the origin of the zombies!!?"

"What happened there?"

"What did you see?"

Under the forced stimulation, Anna struggled to reply, her face pale:

"We once sent an aviation unit to check the capital's situation; in the final moments after the plane crashed, they transmitted back..."

Warm breath sprayed onto the fingertips.

Lin An felt a wave of warmth and wetness on his finger.

Only seeing the girl's dazed gaze as she sucked on his finger, her whole body red like a cooked shrimp, writhing back and forth.

He looked speechlessly at the girl who had lost her reason, like an octopus, and couldn't help but Curse Quietly.

What did you see!!?

You damn well say it!