Chapter 1: Death sentence to be carried out immediately

"Third-class soldier Park Yingshuang, step forward. Answer me: on what grounds do you consider yourself an excellent stud?"

From the adjacent room came the interrogator's questioning, followed by the sound of pants being unzipped and a belt buckle being undone.

"Reporting to the officer: even compared to the bunker citizens of the European and American sectors, my 'little brother' is invincible under the heavens. Please, sir, take a look."

"If I die in the Slaughter Tower, my heaven-sent talent will be of no use. It should go to the Tower of Desire to stir up trouble and make a greater contribution to humanity!"

Park Yingshuang's bizarre answer was delivered with resounding force.

So much so that in another room, Wen Xishu suddenly paused. He was just about to sign the "Death Sentence Confirmation."

The room layout of the bunker's functional level was chaotic.

It just so happened that next to the death row hospice care unit was the Three Towers Game Assignment Office.

"Tower of Desire..." Wen Xishu mused.

The court staff member frowned: "I need to tell you, even if you don't sign, the death sentence will still be carried out. Dragging your feet here is meaningless."

Yes, not signing was meaningless.

Unless, like in a novel, one could hand-craft a lithography machine or invent a curvature engine while on death row, there was no escaping death.

Although he had transmigrated for a full few hours, Wen Xishu was not like other transmigrators who could perform all sorts of "overpowered" feats—at least, not yet.

According to procedure, he would next be asked for his last words and any final instructions for his relatives.

But most of his relatives had already been executed.

He was only one step away from the limited achievement "Extermination of the Entire Clan." In the time it took to eat a meal, he would be injected with death.

Seeing Wen Xishu not moving his pen, the court officer said:

"Since you don't want to sign, we will skip this step."

"Your family committed a grave crime, and the entire clan was sentenced to death. Bunker law has some tolerance for minors, but you turned eighteen months ago, and all procedures have long been completed."

"We asked you this morning if you wanted to eat a 'Kende-Kun' at a time that isn't Thursday."

"Regrettably, we couldn't find the shop you mentioned. Bunker supplies are currently tight, so we can only provide compressed biscuits."

"But we specially prepared a fried chicken flavor for you. We also got you a bottle of cola, which has already been chilled."

The court officer then signaled for the bunker security police to hoist Wen Xishu up and head to the injection room.

To avoid being "speed-run" by this world, Wen Xishu had actually been adapting to his post-transmigration body.

But the original owner of this body had a mental problem; he was crazy and erratic, and useful memories were hard to extract.

It wasn't until the bunker citizen Park from the next room suddenly mentioned the Tower of Desire that he remembered—

Tower of Desire, Slaughter Tower, Mysterious Tower.

The Three Towers have descended, and exploring the Three Towers world is humanity's only path to survival.

"I apply to explore the Mysterious Tower," Wen Xishu suddenly spoke up.

This sentence seemed to have some kind of magic; the two burly police officers from the bunker security bureau stopped in their tracks.

The court officer raised an eyebrow, quite surprised, then said sternly:

"I must remind you, there is a very high probability this is just changing the place where you die."

"You will very likely endure... pain exceeding the maximum value of the testing agency."

"That is far more cruel than the death sentence. By comparison, euthanasia is definitely a merciful way to die."

Wen Xishu nodded.

It sounded like the kind of pain that was worse than childbirth, slow slicing, and steel needles in the gums combined.

That was definitely something he had to try.

The court officer's gaze was filled with scrutiny and doubt.

He knew very well that this Second Young Master of the Wen family was notoriously "demented," "crazy," and "stupid."

Not long ago, when locked in prison, he was still shedding tears, hanging snot bubbles, cursing everything around him, looking crazy and disheveled, with incoherent logic.

But now, the other party seemed like a completely different person.

Exploring the Mysterious Tower was not wise, but it was indeed a way to stay alive.

After the "Three Towers Joint Exploration Hypothesis" was preliminarily confirmed, exploration of the Mysterious Tower had begun.

Because that place was too strange, most high-level players of the Slaughter Tower and Tower of Desire on the leaderboard were unwilling to go there.

Thus, there were policy incentives: if one was willing to go to the Mysterious Tower and make a major discovery—

Things like upgrading from junior college to university, guaranteed graduate school, exemption from the death sentence, a harem permit, or T0-tier gender version certification—these requirements were not impossible to meet.

The court staff member said:

"Your identity is special; I must consult my superiors, and you need to clearly understand the dangers of the Mysterious Tower and sign a liability waiver."

People of all countries and nationalities lived in the bunker; it was like a melting pot, so human rights were very important.

The "Black Lives Matter" principle was the top political correctness in the bunker currently.

There were often news reports of certain agencies sending black people to the Slaughter Tower to kill enemies, only to be condemned by bunker residents.

Wen Xishu was a yellow-skinned person.

Even so, sending him to the Mysterious Tower was extremely contrary to the principle of human rights supremacy.

The severity of it far exceeded being assigned to the Slaughter Tower.

After a brief recollection, Wen Xishu said:

"I am very clear about the nature and differences of the Slaughter Tower, Tower of Desire, and Mysterious Tower."

"The Slaughter Tower exchanges merit and supplies by killing monsters. The Tower of Desire exchanges merit and supplies by pleasing the Three Towers people."

"One is 'just do it,' and the other is 'just do it.'"

"But the Mysterious Tower is full of mysteries and is difficult to explore. Simply put, you can't get it going, it's not easy to do."

"I am fully aware of all this. I am also willing to sign the liability waiver."

Wen Xishu's understanding of the Slaughter Tower and Tower of Desire was still shallow and stereotypical, and his wording was a bit vulgar and crude.

But the staff member's attention was more on Wen Xishu's mental state.

The Wen family's Second Young Master seemed no longer crazy. This made the staff member's expression a bit more serious.

Or was this another form of manifestation? After all, being this calm and rational didn't seem like a normal person either.

Wen Xishu was indeed not very normal.

Although the defects of the original owner of this body were repaired due to the transmigration, he was no longer crazy.

But his past life experiences also caused him to have some issues.

Simply put, he often courted death in extremely harsh environments and then created contrast for comedic effect through some stylized performances.

For example, skydiving from an altitude of 6,000 meters, but having to solve dozens of Rubik's cubes before opening the parachute, and challenging the latest possible moment to open it.

For example, wingsuit flying in craggy valleys, parkour in the old building districts of Chongqing, or performing stunt cycling on extremely steep mountain roads.

Every time he neared death, bringing the audience's hearts to their throats—

He would use mischievous performances, humorous expressions, or tell dirty jokes to amuse the audience.

This was his job; in the era of short videos pursuing differentiation, Wen Xishu was a blogger that no one on the entire internet could imitate.

As time went on, the closer Wen Xishu got to death, the more he wanted to "troll."

Just like his statement just now.

The application for the Mysterious Tower was answered quickly; in just over ten minutes, there was a response.

Wen Xishu became more relaxed, thinking:

A death row prisoner finally grabbed a glimmer of hope and headed to the Mysterious Tower.

Next is a life counterattack, contributing to humanity, and making up for crimes to avoid the death sentence.

From then on, enjoy a "cheat-mode" life in the bunker, constantly explore the Three Towers, and eventually reach the pinnacle of life.

Yeah, it perfectly fits the mission and tone of a transmigrator.

But the court staff member's answer made Wen Xishu freeze:

"Sorry, based on the atrocities of the Wen family being too severe, your application for the Mysterious Tower has been rejected by superiors."

"The death sentence will be carried out immediately."

(End of chapter)