Chapter 120: Reversing the Host and Guest and the Invitation

The first mission taught Wen Xishu that he must learn to discard beauty and fantasy—well, actually, there was no need to teach that.

The second mission was the same: learn to utilize the other party's desires to kill them.

Wen Xishu was thinking right now that, no matter what, he had to cooperate with the other party. The level boss might be the owner of this building, or perhaps a powerful subordinate of the building's owner.

In any case, he couldn't fight this group of people right now—as if.

Wen Xishu thought for a moment; if he used the Phoenix Gloves, theoretically, there would be no problem removing this electronic collar.

However, he didn't plan to do so for the time being.

"Now it seems I must fight for freedom, acting as a zombie, defeating other zombies or people acting as zombies... Only in this way can I survive."

"The interesting thing is, what I clearly chose was to reverse the host and guest. Yet I still ended up in a situation of fighting for freedom."

"Then the two missions, perhaps the opening is the same. It's just that some kind of choice midway led me to start having a different transformation."

"But regardless, first I must figure out what desire drives them to make humans act as zombies and duel with zombies."

"Is it purely for the thrill, or for money, or perhaps some kind of experiment? I must figure this out; only then will I have a possibility of finding the root cause."

After transmigrating to the bunker, Wen Xishu learned one thing: do not do things according to the rhythm the other party demands; be more perverted and more fanatical.

One must invert the natural order.

Therefore, the appearance Wen Xishu showed now was exceptionally cooperative.

When the makeup artist was applying zombie makeup to Wen Xishu, Wen Xishu would even give suggestions based on his own observations:

"The scar at the corner of the eye has a lot of gimmick value. I think we could add one; will the audience think about the origin of this scar when they see it?"

"Also, I think you could tie a few severed hands to my waist to increase my cruelty. Look, when everyone sees these severed hands, will they wonder why these severed hands exist?"

"At this moment, if the commentator starts explaining that these severed hands are trophies, then won't my bellicose and violent personality spill out of the screen?"

"No, no, no, for this area I suggest you use a light color instead of a dark one, because that would make me look too rotten and old-fashioned. It's like this: according to my observations, a zombie that often gets to eat meat has different Qi and blood than other zombies; its skin won't even present the dead, decaying mud color, but a healthy pale purple. I suggest changing the color here. Because what I'm playing is a zombie that often gets to eat meat, right?"

"My friend, details, there must be details!"

Wen Xishu's guidance made the makeup artist somewhat want to flee.

Wen Xishu suddenly said:

"How about you cut a slit here at my mouth to give me a natural smile? Why be so serious?"

The makeup artist didn't want to say a word now; he just wanted to leave here quickly.

But Wen Xishu didn't plan to let the makeup artist go.

"I quite like it here. By the way, are our every move being recorded by this electronic collar?"

"If I kill you now, hehe, will I die?"

"What is your name?"

The makeup artist's lips trembled:

"I... I'm called Jie Ke."

"You're also called Jie Ke? I know a guy who is also called Jie Ke; he likes to tear people's faces off and sew them onto his own face. Oh, Jie Ke, forget it, to distinguish between you, I'll call you A Jie. A Jie, don't you think we could learn from Jie Ke?"

Wen Xishu looked at Jie Ke:

"If I tear your face off and sew it onto my face, the story value would be maxed out, wouldn't it?"

A Jie's legs went soft, and he sat directly on the ground.

At the same time, Wen Xishu finally saw the barrage.

Yes, this is the Mysterious Tower; he himself could still use a type of ability—Mental Barrage.

【God, this is a lunatic! Save me!】

In this instant, Wen Xishu touched the barrage, and memories related to fear came rushing in.

A Jie's memories started playing in Wen Xishu's mind.

But unfortunately, A Jie was just a game NPC; there weren't many memories in his mind.

The memories Wen Xishu obtained from A Jie's mind were not much different from the intelligence provided by the war correspondent, the blind man.

However, one point could be clarified—

Here exists a zombie arena, and here exists a... super casino for all the rich people from all over the world.

The entire 61st to 70th floors of the Golden Building have extremely powerful soundproofing effects; zombies cannot perceive the real entrance, nor can they smell the scent of the humans living inside.

At the same time, the 61st to 70th floors are also impregnable, simply not something zombies can break through. Even evolved zombies.

The casino naturally gambles on assets. Once Wen Xishu understood this point, he understood his own situation.

"I must first be able to help the boss here make money. That's not difficult."

Relying on the max-level panel brought by the Slaughter Tower attributes, combined with the Ultimate Kick, Wen Xishu was confident he could blow up the heads of various zombies.

Now, the most important thing was to find that opportunity to reverse the host and guest.

Wen Xishu looked at A Jie:

"My dear A Jie, don't be afraid; I just like killing people, but I won't kill you. I still need you to do makeup; please finish your work. The assistant behind you is not bad; I bet with you, they will become my trophies."

A Jie stood up and began to tremble as he applied makeup to Wen Xishu.

During this process, Wen Xishu actually also paid attention to another person—Tokugawa Dahe.

Because Tokugawa Dahe had disappeared. Disappearing from the list, the avatar dimming, meant either he was dead or, like Tamu, he had been devoured.

No one knew what had happened to Tokugawa Dahe.

However, based on Tokugawa Dahe's final remarks, Wen Xishu could roughly deduce a scene.

【Tokugawa Dahe: It can't be fake, Wen Xishu, even if you are Wen Xishu, you cannot say this is fake. Our family is so warm; this child is even more filial to me than my own child! They cannot be fake. Everything I have paid will be rewarded here.】

【Tokugawa Dahe: The zombies are coming; I will guard the stairwell to protect them! It's a pity I have no asset value left, but I still have this life; I will protect them.】

After these words were spoken, Tokugawa Dahe disappeared.

At the same time, the game had an update.

【Fengcheng East District, update a novice mission—Family Reunion, difficulty one skull.】

People like Ye Lingfeng, Tong Lianlang, and Zhang Hai, who hadn't done this mission, wouldn't have that feeling of deep, terrifying thought.

But Wen Xishu had this feeling.

Wen Xishu still remembered the words Tokugawa Dahe said at the very beginning—【Tokugawa Dahe: I just helped a woman find medicine to treat her child; her child was infected... But I spent some asset value to exchange for the antidote; now her whole family is very grateful to me. In the apocalypse, there is also warmth.】

At this moment, Wen Xishu thought of the first mission he did: the man in the military green coat guarding the stairwell, although he had already turned into a zombie, he still protected his family, not letting other zombies approach.

And at this time, was Tokugawa Dahe wearing a military green coat?

Tokugawa Dahe's life was a tragic life. Although Wen Xishu didn't know clearly, he remembered the motivation for everyone coming here.

Tokugawa Dahe's motivation was for his son.

Wen Xishu found it hard to imagine what kind of son could force an old father who taught school to head to the Mysterious Tower?

He probably already had an answer in his mind.

Perhaps Tokugawa Dahe gave everything to his son, but the son was a typical parasite.

When there was no money, he would call the old man to "explode some gold coins"; without a good job, he would complain about why he was born. In reality, Tokugawa Dahe's son even contracted strange sexual fetishes, occasionally taking requests from higher levels of the bunker to act as a woman to provide service.

Tokugawa Dahe was heartbroken; he thought that as long as he could find a decent job for the child, the child wouldn't degenerate.

Thus, Tokugawa Dahe thought of coming to the Mysterious Tower to give it a try.

Yet unexpectedly, the mission encountered in the Mysterious Tower was a warm family-type mission; the woman and child Tokugawa Dahe saved were endlessly grateful to Tokugawa Dahe.

Tokugawa Dahe found his own emotional sustenance in the game.

He started to gradually get hooked, thinking he must protect his child.

When Wen Xishu discovered that the game could read desires and devour everyone with the help of desires, he was thinking, why did Tokugawa Dahe have the antidote?

Because Tokugawa Dahe was a person who valued family concepts, so the mission he received was related to family harmony.

This also often indicated that this person's family in reality might be very terrible.

The urban soldier king in the game was a "chuunibyou" seeking a sense of presence in reality. The business tycoon in the game was just a poor kid in reality who fantasized about having business talent; the overlord in the game was just a bullied criminal in reality.

Of course, there were also those whose game and reality were completely consistent. The game could accommodate all things, but could all things still accept the gap and return to reality?

Tamu couldn't, and Tokugawa Dahe couldn't either.

Wen Xishu guessed that in order to protect this virtual home, Tokugawa Dahe had already sacrificed everything he could sacrifice.

But in the end...

In a certain hotel building, Tokugawa Dahe put on the military green coat, set up wire mesh traps outside room 2111, and with a resolute expression, after kissing the woman and child in the game...

He came to the stairwell; from this moment on, he forgot all the troubles in the bunker, forgot the real child who only knew how to call him an old thing.

He now only wanted to protect his woman and child—the ones in the game.

Eventually, he also became a part of the game. At the moment he turned into a zombie, he was happy.

Wen Xishu's guess was eighty percent close to the facts.

He wouldn't sympathize with Tokugawa Dahe, of course, nor would he mock someone for forgetting their real child for the sake of a game.

This world is just like this; in Wen Xishu's previous life, in health supplement scams, what the elderly bought wasn't actually health supplements, but the scammers' attentiveness to the elderly.

Reality is too distressing, so all beauty, even if it is only a delusion, will always have people willing to deceive themselves.

Golden Building. Wen Xishu's makeup was finally finished.

The makeup artist A Jie took photos of Wen Xishu. At Wen Xishu's request, the makeup artist made detailed annotations on the photos, indicating why each makeup look was designed that way.

Finally, the makeup artist sent everything to his contact person, while emphasizing that all of this was requested by Number 245.

Number 245 was Wen Xishu's current number, and also Wen Xishu's current name.

This behavior of Wen Xishu soon also attracted the discussion of the monitors.

The monitors then uploaded everything to the real manager.

That is, the boss of the Golden Building, Charles Yang.

Yang looked at the makeup artist Jie Ke's annotations; he didn't expect the new arrival this time to be so "good at handling things."

At the same time, he was surprised that the monitor team had actually specially reported a surveillance video.

It was about Number 245's performance.

In this instant, Yang remembered Number 245.

"Polite, yet scared the makeup artist until his legs went soft; not just the makeup artist, even the monitor team felt it was necessary to report."

"Truly interesting; it seems this 'zombie' newcomer will bring a little fun."

Wen Xishu was certainly not fun.

Just like the Bunker Security Bureau requiring Wen Xishu to explore the Mysterious Tower, Wen Xishu took the initiative to speed up the exploration frequency, with a trend of becoming the number one person in the Mysterious Tower.

And now it was the same; now that Wen Xishu knew he was just a tool for making money, he aimed to become the cash cow of this Golden Building.

So Wen Xishu soon welcomed his first battle.

When the game reached the second day, on the sixty-sixth floor of the Golden Building, an entire floor was a huge electronic audience stand, as well as sixteen arenas far larger than the audience stand.

Every arena was staging a duel between zombies and humans, or humans and humans.

Zombies wouldn't truly attack zombies. In order to find a way to let the real rich people experience the fun of fighting crickets in the apocalypse, the owner of the Golden Building, Charles Yang, had already started his preparations before the apocalypse plan was implemented.

Build a huge ring, and when the time comes, tell the outside world that he had mastered a way to make zombies fight each other.

But he didn't have such a way; he just thought, although zombies won't attack zombies, zombies will attack humans.

If I make humans up as zombies, wouldn't I be able to attract those big shots to fight crickets?

Betting on ball games, betting on boxing, betting on horses, betting on cards...

The Golden Building provided various gambling games; yes, even in the apocalypse, there were ball games.

There was also the apocalypse horse racing bureau, tying twelve humans at the end of the track, letting twelve zombie horses start running to see who would be the first to eat a person.

But for all the projects, only zombie vs. zombie was the most worth watching.

And today, the zombie arena welcomed a newcomer.

The commentator was currently introducing with a passionate voice:

"His name is Sindis who likes severed hands! He was the champion of the underground fighting tournament before he died! He has powerful strength; every time he fights an opponent in the ring, he will demand to sign a life-and-death contract with the opponent, but he doesn't want the opponent's life, only one of their arms."

"Oh, look at the dense arms on his waist; my sanity has dropped along with it. Everyone pay attention to Sindis's arms; his arms are complete, which means! He has never been defeated!"

"But then again, those who can come here are all ruthless people who can kill their way out of zombie hordes and find shelters alone; every zombie here, when they were still human, was a top-tier apocalypse survivor!"

"Some of them can even tear witches apart with their bare hands!"

"Come on, let's see if this newcomer who has never been defeated can survive the first night here!"

The moment for the performance had arrived.

Wen Xishu's eyes were full of murderous intent, and the arms on his waist exuded a rotten stench.

On the ring, Wen Xishu sized up the surrounding wire mesh. He thought about how likely he was to tear open the wire mesh.

And, how to make it watchable.

Normal players would probably feel humiliated; at such a time, they would only think of venting their anger or curling up in the fear of survival.

But Wen Xishu wouldn't; he didn't feel humiliated; immersive role-playing was quite interesting.

Wen Xishu's first duel began.

He first looked at his opponent, a zombie two meters tall wearing a football uniform. Undoubtedly, this uniform was not something an ordinary person could break through.

Wen Xishu didn't care; he learned to make the slight limb distortion of a zombie, making himself look as much like a zombie as possible.

This scene also made many audience members discover the highlight.

Most of the audience were rich people; it wasn't that they didn't know that many zombies were not real zombies.

Human behavior and zombie behavior still had differences. It's just that for the rich, what they wanted to see was blood flowing like a river.

So whether it was human vs. zombie or zombie vs. zombie, it didn't matter; as long as there was bleeding, violence, dismemberment, and gnawing, then okay, you can take my wallet.

The football uniform zombie was somewhat unnatural because of the football uniform. As the old saying goes, a zombie won second place in a zombie imitation contest, and the first place was a human.

Wen Xishu achieved this point.

His distorted limbs now looked more like a zombie than a zombie.

In the observation room, Charles Yang was somewhat annoyed:

"You made him turn into a zombie in advance? Damn it, how could you do this kind of thing again?"

"No, boss, we didn't do that this time."

"Then why are his movements exactly the same as a zombie's now?"

"No... we don't know! Boss, according to the data fed back by the electronic collar, his vital signs are no different from a normal human, look!"

The assistant quickly gave Charles Yang the data report.

After Charles Yang finished reading, he seemed to understand something; he lit a cigar and exhaled smoke:

"Interesting, but your opponent is a real zombie; Bob is a real football forward. I fed it with high-quality human meat; I want to see if you can defeat it!"

Charles Yang already had a bit of interest in Wen Xishu.

On the ring.

Wen Xishu's imitation was indeed very similar, so much so that many audience members thought the football uniform zombie was the human.

Next, the zombie Bob launched a charge at Wen Xishu.

Too slow.

Although his abilities were suppressed, Wen Xishu still felt that the other party's speed was too slow.

Wen Xishu's attributes were indeed not as good as in the Slaughter Tower, but they had reached the upper limit of human settings in the game.

He flashed lightly, and with the foot strength reinforced by the Ultimate Kick, he jumped easily and leaped directly into the high air.

Then his hands grabbed onto the wire mesh. At this moment, Wen Xishu also kept in mind that he was playing a zombie; he therefore chose to firmly grasp the wire mesh like a crawler, looking down at Bob like a ghoul.

The commentator said:

"My god, look at this amazing jumping power; it reminds me of that parkour champion. No, Sindis is even more powerful than the parkour champion; it climbed onto the wire mesh like a spider hunting; next, what move will he use!"

Wen Xishu's move was very simple; he leaped from the high air and delivered a battle-axe-style leg slash.

The Ultimate Kick was fully activated; at this instant, Wen Xishu clearly felt a power that broke through the game settings gathering in his leg!

Wen Xishu even had to hold back some force.

And what was presented to the audience's eyes was a head-exploding scene that made their blood boil.

The underground fighting champion Sindis, with a kick from high above, directly kicked the head of the zombie Bob, who was wearing a football helmet, into pieces!

The commentator was also very good at handling things:

"My god! One-hit kill! The match is over! Bob, who had torn his opponents apart for six consecutive matches, had his head kicked into pieces by the newcomer Sindis with one kick!"

"Look at the parasites and purple blood plasma exploding out of that head! Too wonderful."

"Oh!!! Sindis is high in fighting spirit; he twisted off Bob's arm! That thick arm is now tied to Sindis's waist! It has become another trophy!"

The electronic audience stand also let out a mountain-shaking, sea-roaring carnival sound. Obviously, people didn't care about losing money.

The apocalypse had special trading methods and currencies, but for the rich, everything didn't matter.

In the game's setting, they were the creators of the apocalypse themselves.

For them, as long as they could see an interesting match, money didn't matter.

Charles Yang, in the backstage, also discovered that Sindis had terrifying combat power.

But he didn't realize a sense of crisis, because the cheering proved that Sindis brought the match the rich wanted to see!

The match ended quickly.

Wen Xishu returned to the room he started in, and the makeup artist A Jie began to remove Wen Xishu's makeup.

After about twenty minutes, a voice came from Wen Xishu's room:

"Number 245, you did very well."

Wen Xishu actually thought he would need a third match to attract the other party's attention.

But he didn't expect that after just one match, Yang noticed him.

This was thanks to Wen Xishu's performance, not at the combat power level, but at the "fun" level.

For these people who pursued excitement, what they wanted was freshness.

Yang actually also knew that many rich people had long seen that it wasn't zombie vs. zombie; essentially, it was zombie vs. human.

So the rich actually had another gambling game—betting on who was the real zombie.

This gambling game had no suspense before. But after Wen Xishu's performance today, there was suspense.

Many rich people guessed that the Sindis played by Wen Xishu was the real zombie.

Especially when Wen Xishu twisted off the arm, that hoarse, decaying cry was almost exactly the same as a zombie's.

And the limb distortion that only zombies had on Wen Xishu's body. It looked more like a zombie than Bob.

So this time, the gambling game was finally no longer one-sided. Many people even thought, could it be that Yang really solved the century-old problem of "how to make two zombies fight"?

Charles soon received a call from a higher-up with more power and money than him.

The other party said frankly:

"Charles, tell us, which one is human? You only need to tell us the name."

Charles naturally also knew about that gambling game; he didn't expect Number 245's performance to be so on-point, making that gambling game with the least suspense actually have heat again.

So Charles said:

"Of course it's Bob."

That rich person suddenly realized:

"I didn't expect you to really pick up a treasure, kid; Sindis is actually a real zombie, and such a powerful zombie. I want to buy it."

"No, no, no, please allow us to use more matches to confirm its potential; it's not that I'm unwilling to sell it to you, but fighting crickets, after all, needs to be fought a few more times."

"Fine, we hope to see it on the field."

This conversation made Charles realize that he wasn't the only one who had been deceived by Number 245's performance.

Number 245 even opened a new gambling game.

This was commercial value.

So soon, the conversation between Charles Yang and Wen Xishu came faster than Wen Xishu expected.

"Number 245, you did very well. I am the owner of the Golden Building; you can call me Yang."

"You are the boss, right? When can I fight the next match?"

Charles was somewhat surprised by Number 245's enthusiasm:

"Don't be anxious; now many big shots are optimistic about you; they think you are a real zombie. They will bet on you to win in the next match, do you know? You performed better than everyone before; your acting as a zombie is simply too on-point!"

"I want to reward you, food, or women? No, no, no, I'm too stingy; everything will be arranged."

Wen Xishu heard it; Charles was obviously very happy.

At the same time, Wen Xishu also captured key information.

The big shots were optimistic about him, thinking he was a real zombie. It could be seen that the big shots were not stupid; they knew that many zombies were played by people.

Wen Xishu said:

"My dear boss, you really understand me; I do like women and food. But I have a proposal. Everyone thinks I'm a zombie; why not just dress up a zombie as me in the next round?"

Charles was stunned for a moment, then happy:

"You mean..."

Wen Xishu said:

"The makeup artist can draw me as millions of types of zombies; I don't want to be confined to only playing the same zombie; you wouldn't think I can only do this much, right?"

"The audience can't tell at all whether the zombie I'm playing is real or fake."

"Then why should my identity be confined to one place? I can be any zombie; as long as our casino has a need, we can deceive everyone!"

Charles really didn't expect that someone would have such awareness.

At the same time, he also completely didn't expect that he would be attracted by the blueprint prospect drawn by a "zombie" under him.

Yes, if Number 245 could play any zombie, then the gambling game would simply be up to him.

Although the gambling game was already controlled by him, the increasingly fake gambling game made most rich people feel it had lost its meaning.

What they wanted was freshness, what they wanted was a sense of uncontrollability. Not a zombie that could be seen as a human at a glance.

Other zombies played by humans either had limbs that didn't look right, or their mentality was mostly fear and despair.

Unlike Number 245; Number 245 was optimistic, active, and imitated vividly.

Charles only felt that this was simply his own cash cow. The most critical thing was that Number 245 had his own desire weakness.

That was that he didn't hide his love for women and food at all. Then as long as he provided enough "goods," it would be enough to make Number 245 loyal.

The third day of the game.

Sindis, played by Wen Xishu, kicked the opponent's head into pieces again. Only this time, no parasites jumped out, only dark red blood.

This was a human head.

Before Wen Xishu's kick reached the other party's head, he even saw the barrage.

Hidden in the barrage was endless regret, a story about an arrogant person who, because he refused to accept the camp leader's control, rebelled against the camp.

Wen Xishu was not affected by this story; he was as usual, twisting off the other party's arm.

The difference was that Wen Xishu played big; besides twisting off the arm, he even started gnawing on the other party.

But soon, Charles Yang cut off the screen broadcast.

In this way, it made everyone believe that Sindis, played by Wen Xishu, was a real zombie.

Afterwards, Wen Xishu's performance received Charles's praise.

Wen Xishu indicated that he needed a luxurious waterbed, the kind where he could roll on the sheets with ten women at the same time.

Charles greatly appreciated Wen Xishu's undisguised desire; having desires meant he could control Wen Xishu well.

With the second performance, soon there was the third.

In the third match, Wen Xishu played another zombie.

Everything was just as he designed at the beginning; the zombie that competed on the same stage with him was made up as the product codenamed "Sindis."

A deception began.

It could be said that after the first two performances, most rich people already believed in Sindis very much.

They didn't believe that any human could defeat such a powerful zombie as Sindis.

So the vast majority of big shots bet on Sindis to win.

What the rich hoped to see was novelty, while Charles, who was also a rich person, wanted to experience teasing.

The pleasure of teasing everyone.

Wen Xishu's third performance began.

The commentator had already started a passionate introduction:

"The one challenging the newcomer king Sindis this time is a zombie that also has powerful leg strength; to capture it, we spent a lot of effort!"

"Its name is Boyika, a prison fighter from Dragon City, but its most famous identity is a football player; what it is best at is ending the professional careers of other players on the field. An athlete with a tackle as sharp as a shark's teeth, it appeared three times and tackled two world-class stars into disability, was banned for life, and was sentenced. In prison, relying on its powerful leg strength, it dominated all fighting tournaments in the prison."

"However, it still couldn't escape the fate of being bitten to death and turning into a zombie. Now, let's see who is the real leg king of the zombie world!"

People didn't think this zombie would look scarier than Sindis, whose waist was full of arms.

But the process of the match was faster than people expected—

This battle had almost no suspense; Boyika, played by Wen Xishu, delivered a clean and neat sweeping leg, directly sweeping and breaking the fake Sindis's leg.

Bones cracked, flesh and blood shattered, and parasites were everywhere. The entanglement people expected didn't happen.

The duel decided the winner at the very beginning; because it ended too quickly, all the onlookers were somewhat confused at first.

But because of this, it instead presented a strange sense of reality.

Wen Xishu looked at the parasites moving constantly under his feet, his heart without waves. The armor on his body could isolate these parasites. Now in Charles's eyes, Number 245 was the cash cow among cash cows.

There had absolutely never been anyone who could, like Number 245, revitalize the dead gambling game for him, and after fooling everyone, still obtain huge profits.

So it was impossible for him to let someone like Number 245, who could fight and handle things, accidentally get infected into a zombie.

The whole place was in an uproar.

A generation of newcomer kings was kicked and had their legs broken by a sweeping leg just like that; all the rich people made wrong judgments.

But because of this, they instead felt it was very interesting; they cursed, they were angry, but they were also hooked because of this.

They congratulated Charles one after another for finding so many top-tier zombies.

Charles could be said to have earned a full pot.

And Wen Xishu's status was also constantly rising. Charles even handed over the writing work of various scripts to Wen Xishu.

Wen Xishu also successfully completed the first stage of what he had to do: gain trust.

On the third day of the game, Wen Xishu completed many exciting matches with different identities.

On Charles's account, the asset value soared crazily; that sense of uncontrollability made the rich addicted, and that sense of controlling everything at will made Charles addicted.

All of this stemmed from Wen Xishu.

Charles thought he had mastered Wen Xishu by relying on women and food, but in reality, Wen Xishu was also manipulating Charles's desires.

This is a game related to desires; some people are devoured by desires and become a part of the game, while some people use desires as weapons to break the shackles in the game.

On the night of the third day, Wen Xishu finally had the opportunity to engage in communication with Charles.

After winning a large amount of wealth for Charles, and relying on superb acting skills to make Charles think he really liked fighting and was addicted to the joy brought by fighting, Charles also had to reward this meritorious official who constantly manipulated the rich for him.

Wen Xishu offered advice and fought bravely; it could be said that he did all the work of both civil and military officials. Charles naturally had to constantly raise the rewards.

Except for removing the collar, Charles could almost satisfy all of Wen Xishu's requests.

Because of this, Wen Xishu had a meal with Charles on the night of the third day.

Charles already felt in his heart that Number 245 was a smart person, and everyone had already reached a situation of cooperation and win-win.

And he had the remote control in his hand; what could he do?

And Wen Xishu also indicated that he had more suitable scripts that would definitely make those rich people feel boiling.

Thus, driven by desire, Charles Yang finally gave Wen Xishu the opportunity to meet.

Golden Building, top floor.

The luxurious dining table was longer than the stretch limousine Wen Xishu had ever seen, and the table was filled with delicacies that Wen Xishu knew almost wouldn't exist in the apocalypse.

Charles said:

"Don't be surprised, my friend, you are my meritorious official; you are worth me using the best food to entertain you."

"Recently in the Fengcheng South District, there has been a merchant who is not bad; he seems very keen on opening up various business channels, and he can always take out some goods from before the apocalypse arrived. Very interesting, isn't it? His asset value seems to have been used entirely in this regard."

"I think he will soon become a part of the world. Just like some people before, this world will always have outsiders."

"The asset value of these outsiders is very valuable and can be exchanged for many interesting things."

Wen Xishu listened to these words, his heart slightly surprised; was this talking about Ye Lingfeng?

Could it be that the game's NPCs... no, it should be said that the main storyline NPCs can perceive some situations?

"But I believe you are not an outsider; we have dealt with outsiders, and they all have a unique smell of asset value on them. But you don't."

Wen Xishu couldn't help but ask at this time:

"Asset value? Isn't that thing money?"

Charles shook his head and said a part of the secret of this game:

"That is money in our eyes, but for outsiders, that is a driving force for sacrificing to desires. It is the core of this world."

"Let me tell you a secret; this world will always randomly summon some guys, trying to break our rule over the world."

"Very strange, right? But the world favors us; those guys who were summoned, none of them are not related to asset value."

"But that thing is also the way the world devours them."

"This world summons outsiders on one hand, and devours outsiders on the other; we have also gradually gotten used to it."

"The desires in the hearts of outsiders will bring new things to the world, such as these delicacies."

"But that has nothing to do with us, Charles; we should have a drink, shouldn't we?"

Wen Xishu was secretly shocked.

The NPCs of this world... no, to be precise, the NPCs of the main storyline, can actually perceive the existence of players.

Players are naturally bunker people; bunker tower climbers constantly come to this floor, but constantly get lost in desires.

Those main storyline NPCs originally thought that bunker tower climbers would threaten their enjoyment of this apocalypse they created.

But in reality, they discovered that these outsiders didn't need them to take action in the end; they would get lost in desires themselves.

Wen Xishu suddenly felt that this was not a game... this was a super twisted area. The NPCs here were also not NPCs, but real human beings.

But if this was a super twisted area, a real place that existed in the future Three Towers War...

Then this place, being ranked on the fifteenth floor of the Mysterious Tower, was it a bit of a waste of talent? You know, this place could actually reverse-devour bunker people, use asset value to materialize the desires in the hearts of bunker people. And then turn bunker people into people here...

This kind of area, only on the fifteenth floor, Wen Xishu felt it was too low.

But these were not things Wen Xishu had to struggle with at the moment.

Wen Xishu raised his wine glass and clinked glasses with Charles.

It was also at this instant that Wen Xishu suddenly exerted force, catching Charles off guard.

The max-level attributes, combined with the explosive power of the Ultimate Kick, made Wen Xishu like a teleportation, directly stabbing at Charles's throat with a hand blade.

Charles's first reaction was strange; looking at Number 245, who rushed over suddenly with a murderous face, he was somewhat puzzled; was the other party crazy?

Second reaction, he realized that everything Number 245 did was to be able to approach him at this moment; this despicable cricket actually wanted to rebel!

Third reaction, he wanted to speak out a threat, but he suddenly realized that he couldn't threaten Number 245.

Not long ago, he was afraid that his subordinates would make mistakes and accidentally kill Number 245, turning Number 245 into a real zombie... This had happened before, and quite a lot. So this time, he couldn't let this kind of thing happen.

Number 245 was his top-tier cash cow, and could even be said to be a strategic partner.

So the detonator and various punishment triggers for Number 245's electronic collar were all in his own hands, and there was no backup.

In other words, others couldn't threaten Number 245. This also led to the fact that as long as Number 245 killed him now, even if he was wearing a collar, he would be safe.

Fourth reaction, there was no fourth reaction.

No matter how fast Charles was, after raising his hand to toast, the speed of withdrawing this action couldn't be faster than Wen Xishu suddenly launching an attack.

In order to thoroughly obtain all the information about the "game," Wen Xishu didn't plan to rely on the Phoenix Gloves · Solution this time.

So he wouldn't give Charles any chance; he didn't dare to gamble on whether Charles had other ways, such as sound, or any other tiny movements to activate the detonator.

Although considering the possibility of obtaining extra information through the Mysterious Sequence Mental Barrage, Wen Xishu still decided that safety came first.

So he reversed the host and guest and directly killed Charles.

Everything happened too fast, just like Wen Xishu's performance on the ring.

Charles looked at Wen Xishu in horror, dying with his eyes wide open.

【You have once again successfully read the opponent's desires, utilized the opponent's desires, and welcomed true freedom. Hypocritical performance, precise vision, and powerful survival ability; you perfectly combined all of this and defeated a strong enemy again. You have already realized the distortion of this world and gradually felt the arrival of the apocalypse, perhaps stemming from an extremely evil and absurd plan.】

【Dig out all the secrets in the Golden Building; it is not difficult to find; the main storyline of the game, the later levels are waiting for you. But now, you can learn about the hidden Easter eggs in this game through other channels and learn about the origin of everything.】

【Congratulations on obtaining the Invitation · Genius John's Trouble.】

Charles was dead; at the same time, there was an extra invitation in Wen Xishu's hand.

Now, he finally had the opportunity to learn about the origin of the game.

"This game, what kind of influence does it really have on reality? Is it real, or is it indeed just a game? I can finally know all of this."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 121 =====