Three Towers Game

Chapter 421 He Comes from a Wicked Land

The classroom was extremely quiet.

The scratching of pens by all the "students" had stopped, and even the teacher was still.

Soon, the surrounding environment began to distort, and a campfire appeared without warning.

Wen Xishu witnessed an incredibly exaggerated scene, as if the heavens and earth had been lifted up.

Or rather, it's like the pages of a book being turned, the page belonging to the eerie classroom being turned.

Instead, a different page appeared.

When the new environment was created, what Wen Xishu saw was a vast library, boundless, just like what he experienced in the second painting.

But Reed—is gone.

At this very moment, Reed continues his trials on a street with an English flair.

[Reed, you're a reliable partner. Although you weren't the person I was looking for, and you performed very well, unfortunately, the rules of Pen Town stipulate that I can't change them arbitrarily.]

Your partner got a perfect score, but you haven't reached 60 yet. You need to continue exploring the other scary scenes in Pen Town. Here's a hint: this level is simple—just hide and don't get caught. Have you ever played hide-and-seek?

But you'd better not try anything too unconventional. After all, the Joker and Jack the Ripper are notorious for creating surprises, and this is a dead city with only the two of them.

Reid's current score is fifty-five, which is quite high. It can be said that betting on Wen Xishu was the right bet.

But he really didn't expect that he and Wen Xishu would be forcibly separated.

The street has many buildings and underground sewers.

Reed observed carefully, searching for a suitable place to hide.

This game doesn't seem as difficult as I imagined, after all... the area of ​​this street is quite large.

But soon, Reed started swearing.

"Holy crap! How could this happen?!"

Red was on the edge of the street, where the Ripper and the Joker were patrolling; he was safe.

But at the edge, he saw a strange barrier.

At the same time, an audio prompt appeared in my mind.

[You've discovered this eerie barrier, which we call the "Circle." You can't hide outside the Circle; if you do, you'll die instantly. Believe me, in Bizhen, I'm in charge of life and death.]

By the way, here's a friendly reminder—the circle will shrink, eventually becoming a very, very small area.

Reid underestimated the treacherous nature of Pen Town.

This circle will eventually shrink to an area of ​​a few square meters. In such a small area, it's impossible for the Ripper not to find someone.

However, this process takes time.

During this time—

Wen Xishu has already met the owner of this town.

……

……

Inside the library.

In the space between the huge bookshelves, there was a square table with a pen on it. The pen had three colors: red, white, and black, arranged in a three-phase spiral shape.

The author wore glasses and appeared to be from Longxia. He was probably a man in his early thirties with a square face and a receding hairline. He also had heavy dark circles under his eyes, almost like smoky makeup, from staying up late.

He looked ordinary, the kind of person you wouldn't glance at twice if you walked down the street with him.

This is the man who controls the entire town of Bizhen, and also holds a crucial secret.

"I never expected that the person I've been waiting for would be you," the author said first.

Wen Xishu slowly walked to the opposite side of the square table.

"You are the owner of the pen holder?"

“It’s me. You can call me Mo Sen. Or you already know who I am,” the author said.

As Mosen said this, he quickly found a piece of paper on the table and wrote: "The square table in the library has been turned into a coffee table, on which are placed fruits, cigarettes, ashtrays, and mineral water. The brands don't matter, as long as they are high-end goods in this world. On the other side of the coffee table is a comfortable sofa."

After finishing writing, Wen Xishu saw a scene similar to turning a page.

This part of the library immediately became exactly as described by the author.

Fresh fruits and vegetables, cigarettes, and water.

The author casually took out a cigarette and lit one.

"A glass of water, a pack of cigarettes, and four thousand words a day. That's the kind of life I used to live."

"Don't be shy, want one? Or have some? Or how about some Michelin-starred food? Even though you now have the attributes of not being sleepy, hungry, thirsty, or suicidal, your desires are still there."

Wen Xishu said that he also wanted to learn this skill.

"Does seeing you mean I've completed the game?"

The author shook his head:

"There's one last challenge. But before we begin, I can answer some of your questions. Actually, if you follow the normal procedure, you won't see this now. You'll also have to use your brain at the amusement park, play hide-and-seek on Baker Street, escape from the zoo... Ah, I've designed quite a lot of things."

"Points are meaningless. If you fall below a certain level, you will die, but if you rise above a certain level, you can exchange them for something."

"However, I really didn't expect that you could guess my situation with just a few scenarios."

"That's great. I wrote that there would be people like me who would find me. I paid a price for that statement, but it was worth it."

Wen Xishu's heartbeat quickened slightly.

He sensed that the author might be a very crucial figure.

He also asked a question:
"Where are you from?"

The author calmly stated:
“Say those two words. Come on, don’t hold back. We’re face to face now. It’s absolutely safe here. Over the years, whether it’s the constellations or the Outer Gods, I’ve set up a barrier. Only their weak subordinates can come here. They themselves will never be able to find me.”

So, be honest.

Wen Xishu understood:
"So, we all come from this wretched land."

The author stated:

"How long have you been here?"

Wen Xishu said:
"Half a year."

“I’ve been here much longer than you, brother. Do you know how long I’ve been here? I arrived before the end of the world. I was the first from the Land of Evil. You should be the second. My arrival is related to the Outer Gods.”

"But your arrival may be related to dealing with me."

Perhaps because they both came from the same place, the author started talking. In fact, judging from the previous narration, Wen Xishu also felt that the author was a very talkative... and flamboyant transmigrator.

Wen Xishu listened with a smile.

The author stated:

"Do you know how unwilling I was at first? I'm the kind of person who gets perfect scores in time travel. I've memorized all the famous Tang and Song poems, and I understand the allusions in them. It's not just about memorizing them."

"I also learned how to extract salt, make MSG, and make soap. I can distill, I can make gunpowder, I can recite the lyrics of various songs backwards, and I know all kinds of online novels by heart."

"Considering the possibility of rebirth, since in a sense rebirth is also a kind of time travel, where the future me travels to the past me, I memorized the lottery numbers from more than a dozen different countries, as well as the World Cup, the Premier League, and the Champions League."

"My colleagues make fun of me, and my classmates and friends tease me, saying I'm obsessed with reading novels and that I'm a time-travel fanatic. But even if I didn't time travel, learning these things doesn't hurt anyone, does it? And I can take good care of myself in real life, can't I?"

"Ah, I really want to go back and tell them, 'I really did go back, so what!'"

The author's urge to rant has surged.

Wen Xishu had to admit... this could be considered an opportunity for those who were prepared.

If he could actually travel through time to this extent, he could imagine how awesome that would be.

"I bet you had a really great time for a while?"

The author nodded:
"That was absolutely awesome. I felt like I had been blessed with divine inspiration. In this world, I was the god of creation."

"During that time, I worked very hard, writing a lot of words, songs, and poems every day. I used all the knowledge I had accumulated about time travel that I could."

"Hey, that was fucking awesome. I was like the king of the world."

"I've truly become the male protagonist of an urban entertainment novel, the kind of plagiarized male protagonist that old bookworms despise the most."

"The novels I create, well, the novels I plagiarize, are all top-tier commercial novels. No matter how detailed or profound they are, the market absolutely loves them."

"I worked diligently and made a fortune every day. I became a legend in the industry. Just when I thought time travel was so wonderful, I was hit with a rude awakening."

"The end of the world is here! This is actually a fantasy world?"

Everything that reaches its peak must decline...

Wen Xishu couldn't help but want to laugh.

It's like you've been transported to the past and become an emperor. You work diligently and conscientiously in governing, and thanks to your efforts, the people live in peace and prosperity...

Then you realize, this isn't a traditional world; this is a world of cultivation where a single sword can cleave mountains and seas, and you're just an ant among mortals. The author took a deep breath and slowly exhaled:

"That felt good. I haven't complained to anyone like this in years, especially not to someone from my hometown. That felt good."

"Alright, now I'll tell you something."

"You know about sequences, right? Some sequences will find their own owners. My special experiences and my great plagiarism have made me too famous in the industry, so I obtained the Three Towers Sequence 10: Creation."

Wen Xishu was startled.

Three Towers Sequence 10?

This was the highest three-tower sequence he knew of. Although the old headmaster had Kill Sequence 7.

However, in Wen Xishu's view, the Three Towers sequence is generally more powerful than the other three sequences.

Three Towers Sequence 10...

This is considered top-tier.

"Heh, very strong. Logically speaking, even in a fantasy world, I should be a template for a wish-fulfillment novel, right?"

"But unfortunately, my sequence has a particularly long fermentation cycle, and the stories I write will take a very long time to come true."

“Creation, this sequence is not a combat sequence, it is a prophecy sequence.”

"Moreover, at that time, I didn't know about this ability. I only knew that the end of the world was coming, and my wealth could not help me survive in this world full of monsters and strange rules."

"And one day a guy who called himself a businessman found me."

"At that time, I was almost starving. It gave me a lot of food and also brought me a pen."

"It told me that I came from this wretched land with a mission, and that I needed to write a story. With this pen."

"This pen... is beyond the control of ordinary people; only I can wield it."

At this point, the pen owner showed the pen to Wen Xishu.

It's that pen with the three-phase spiral pattern.

Wen Xishu was certain that this was not a coincidence.

The three colors—red, white, and black—correspond to the three types of heads on the dice and the guide.

"The merchant imprisoned me and made me write many things that limited my creativity."

"Simply put, I can only write the stories that the merchants have predetermined. If I have my own will and try to go against that story, I will die."

merchant? Chamber of Commerce?
Wen Xishu thought of the Outer God organization that had already been clearly identified.

"What kind of story did he ask you to write?"

The author looked at Wen Xishu and said:

"Where do you come from? I'm not talking about the Land of Evil, I mean, which faction are you currently loyal to?"

Wen Xishu frankly stated:
“A bunker. Not an underground fortress of Longxia, but a bunker.”

The author nodded:
“Very good…very good…although the hope is slim, you have already demonstrated excellent qualities, and I really like readers like you.”

"I can tell you. That story is related to constellations and the Three Towers War."

"At the beginning of that story, the merchant had me write down the curse."

The word "curse" sent a shiver down Wen Xishu's spine:
"What curse?"

The author stated:

"There's a curse between the constellations: they must hunt each other to have a chance to become gods. They can never be friends, and they can never understand each other."

"When one constellation dies, the others will experience a leap in their fortunes."

"Only the last constellation is qualified to become a god."

Wen Xishu was utterly shocked this time.

This curse...

From the author?

No... no, the timeline doesn't match.

The author clearly guessed what Wen Xishu was thinking at that moment:

"It seems you've been in contact with them."

"This curse didn't actually come about because I wrote it; it existed before I wrote it down."

“But I… amplified this curse.”

"My enhancements make this curse seem unchangeable."

“I was terrified at the time. I didn’t think businessmen were good people, and I didn’t know what kind of thing I was involved in.”

"I just feel like, with this pen... I can write the fates of many people. I... am actually a coward. I like women, I like money, I like food, I like spending money..."

"But I don't like this power to kill people so easily, I'm afraid of that power. You understand?"

Wen Xishu understood. He was still shocked.

At the same time, another possibility came to mind:
"So, the curse can indeed be overturned?"

The author stated:

"I don't know... because the curse existed before me, but since it can be strengthened, it can also be weakened. And since it can be weakened... perhaps it means it can be overthrown."

Wen Xishu was extremely excited.

What would the Three Towers battlefield be like if the curse of the constellations hunting each other changed?
The author sighed:

“I know that when the apocalypse came, I wrote all this at the businessman’s request…and perhaps the world would be in chaos.”

"This pen seems to have been tailor-made for me; it can catalyze my Sequence Power."

"I wrote as much nonsense as possible, you know, just filler text? I asked the businessmen to make me write at a slower pace."

Wen Xishu asked the key question:

"Then how did you escape?"

The author stated:

"Good question. My escape stemmed from a wish I wrote down before the businessman found me."

"After the apocalypse came, I wrote a passage."

“I hope that one day I can go to a world I imagine, where I can be safely protected by all the characters I create. They will no longer be gentle, but as ferocious as monsters from the apocalypse. Those powerful beings will never be able to sense me; only those weaker than me will be able to find me.”

"The Three Towers Sequence 10: Creation, has already chosen me at that time."

"In other words, what I wrote down at that time could take effect. It's just that because I didn't have that pen, the process of it taking effect was very slow."

"But finally, it was before I made a grave mistake, before I finished writing all of this according to the businessman's demands, and before the most tragic ending of that apocalypse came out..."

"I've been teleported away."

"Then, I came here, along with my pen."

Wen Xishu exclaimed, "This sequence is fucking amazing!"

He said:
"So now you're completely unrestrained, can't you overturn what you've written?"

The light in the author's eyes has dimmed considerably:

"Unfortunately, this is the price of this sequence. I cannot overturn what I have written, and I must write it into that book, but that book is in the hands of the merchant."

Wen Xishu didn't disbelieve it; rather, he felt that with this ability, there would always be a way to remedy the situation.

It's like Sun Wukong died, but you can collect the seven Dragon Balls to revive him.

"You can't directly deny what you wrote before, but you can change the plot and let some people break free from fate by writing what you write later, right?"

The author still shook his head:

"Let me put it this way... After I arrived here, I realized that this place is the Tower of Ghosts, a place of obsession."

"This place is indeed safe, and it is definitely not a place that Outer Gods and constellations can easily enter."

"But... everything I write from now on will only be effective in my area."

"I went to the world I imagined, but this world will not appear out of thin air. The only world that can accommodate me is the world of my obsession."

"But because of this, I've been synchronized with the Tower of Deception. I'm practically an NPC in the Tower of Deception, you know? The Tower of Deception has no impact on reality; only the Tower of Desire does."

"The only thing I can influence in reality through the Tower of Ghosts is to hope that one day, an adventurer will find me in my town of Pen and receive the reward that the Tower of Ghosts bestows upon him."

At this moment, the author's eyes regained their fighting spirit:
“I’ve waited a long time, and it’s a pity… Most people who come here don’t have the ability to master this pen. I guess they are fundamentally different from me. I have to wait for someone… a fellow traveler.”

"Wen Xishu, perhaps you are the one I've been waiting for."

(End of this chapter)