Three Towers Game

Chapter 422 Entrusting the Ending
Now that Wen Xishu thinks about it... he and Mo Sen really do have a lot in common.

Mosen is a time traveler.

I am also a time traveler.

Mosen has an incredible prop that comes in three colors: red, white, and black.

I also have an amazing tool, which comes in three colors: red, white, and black.

In a sense, he was indeed a fellow traveler of Mosen.

"What should I do?" Wen Xishu asked.

The author stated:

"I cannot change what I have written, but that does not mean that the next person who is recognized by this pen cannot overturn what I have written and destroy that book."

Wen Xishu roughly understood:
"Do you think I can use this pen?"

Mosen said:

"This is the final test. Let's see if you can use this pen."

"If not, then I will send you back. Of course, based on the mechanism of the Tower of Ghosts, you will be rewarded. I have given you a physique that is comparable to an iron man, so that you will not eat, drink, or sleep, and you will not have any suicidal thoughts."

"And the Tower of Ghosts will give you even greater rewards. After all, you have already uncovered the secret of Pen Town, but you just haven't had the opportunity to do so."

Wen Xishu said:
"What about Reed? Can't he go back?"

"Logically speaking, Reed can't go back; the power behind him is Leo."

"As I said, the businessmen have made many patches to prevent me from helping the constellations, such as... even if I defect in the future, I cannot help those I clearly know to be under the influence of the constellations."

"I have been placed under many restrictions. But you haven't."

"As long as you can use this pen."

"Once you complete this mission, you'll receive a hidden mission. With your abilities, you should know about the invitation, right?"

"This is a rare mechanism for traveling from the Tower of Desire to the Tower of Mystery. If you are chosen by this pen, you will receive an invitation. With the invitation, you can travel to the location of that book."

"Go destroy that book, or change some of the content."

"For example, weakening the curse of the constellations hunting each other."

Wen Xishu couldn't help but feel a little excited.

He looked at the pen, quite concerned about it:
"Let me try?"

The pen's owner, Mo Sen, was also very excited and handed the pen to Wen Xishu.

Wen Xishu took the pen.

There was no reaction. There was no special feeling or energy sensation as one would experience upon obtaining a divine artifact.

It's just an ordinary pen, at least in his hands.

Wen Xishu also casually wrote down a sentence on the paper:

"I need a bottle of Coke."

There was no response, no change whatsoever.

The author's eyes dimmed:
"So it wasn't you after all."

Wen Xishu hadn't expected that if it wasn't him, then who else could it be?
For a moment, the library fell into an overwhelming silence.

After a long while, the author sighed:

"Never mind, let's just consider it making friends. It's a pity you'll never see me again."

“This person is not you, but I am not mistaken. You will definitely have a very important position in the Three Towers War.”

"I wish you good luck climbing the Tower of Ghosts, my fellow countryman."

The author extended his hand, and Wen Xishu shook it in return.

He felt a pang of regret for not having brought Reed with him, and also a regret that an opportunity to lift the curse was right there—

But I am not the one who can break the curse.

This hurdle is undoubtedly extremely important.

"It seems I should head back now. Before I do, may I ask a few more questions?" Wen Xishu said.

He has returned the pen to its owner.

The author nodded:
"Go ahead and tell me. I'll tell you everything I know."

Wen Xishu said:
"Didn't you notice anything strange about this world before the end of the world came?"

The author nodded:

"Do you know how luxurious my life was back then? I changed my big star every day."

"You know Li Bai, right? There was a guy named Wang Lun who was the top spender. He was able to become famous throughout history because he paid a lot of money."

"I am the Li Bai of our time. My works can be passed down through the ages. The songs I write are all good songs borrowed from our area. If I let anyone participate in the production, they will leave their name or get a minor role in my novel..."

"You know, that's what fame is."

"I was living too extravagantly back then and didn't realize that there was anything unusual about the world."

Wen Xishu was still envious. At least in terms of the start, this guy's start was much better than his own, who was about to be executed by lethal injection.

"I just focused on enjoying myself, thinking that some of the things people in this world do not understand are just unenlightened and still believe in superstitions."

"It wasn't until the apocalypse actually happened, and monsters appeared on TV, and on a fucking serious news channel, that I truly believed the end of the world had come."

"So before the apocalypse, I really did live like an idiot who only knew how to pursue pleasure."

The author is quite down-to-earth.

Wen Xishu nodded:

"So...did you encounter any old people selling tea?"

Upon hearing these four words, the author immediately understood the real question Wen Xishu wanted to ask.

He said seriously:
"I have actually encountered it, but that was after the apocalypse."

"When that old man appeared, I was really scared."

Wen Xishu said:
"How did you handle it?"

The author stated:

“He approached me several times, asking if I wanted some tea, tea that supposedly makes you young again, but of course I didn’t dare to drink it.”

“I refused him. But he seemed to realize that I was weak and tried to take me away by force.”

"But at that time, I firmly stated that I did not want to leave."

"The last time the old man saw me, he was still resolute and said: 'Fine, you have your destiny. Since you won't leave, then stay here forever.'"

"I haven't seen him since then."

Wen Xishu squinted his eyes:
That's it? It's over?

The author stated:

"Oh no. You want to know who this old man is?"

Wen Xishu nodded.

The author didn't hide anything either, he said:

"I explored this later, when I was imprisoned by a businessman and writing a book."

"The merchant said that this is the repatriation mechanism of the evil land. It is also a warning that people brought from the evil land will be marked."

"To put it simply, you and I are the last of the Netherworld people. We won't have any other fellow villagers, do you understand?"

"The appearance of the old man selling tea is itself an expression of dissatisfaction with this kind of robbery and plunder."

“I came here through some kind of ritual by a merchant. Through me, the merchant intends to take a shortcut and end the Three Towers War with a single decisive stroke.”

"As for you... perhaps you were summoned here because of some other unorthodox means, and were also created to end the Three Towers War."

"The appearance of the old man means that the evil land does not want us to stay here, and at the same time, it closes off the possibility of other people from the evil land coming here."

"No matter what the world becomes, the number of foreign aids is fixed at just the two of us."

"Unfortunately, you are not the next writer."

It seems that Mo Sen omitted some information and only told himself one conclusion: the appearance of the old tea seller meant that the foreign aid for the evil land had reached its limit.

and many more……

If Morsen had already come into contact with the old tea seller after the apocalypse, it would mean that the external support for the evil land had reached its limit.

Then why did I come here again?
Could it be that I arrived... earlier than Morsen?

Wen Xishu once again recalled what Wen Chaohua had said…

My arrival involves Capricorn, Gemini, and Pisces.

Pisces are masters of playing with time.

At the same time, he did indeed appear on the eve of the apocalypse through the three towers.

The cause-and-effect relationships became increasingly complex, and Wen Xishu couldn't unravel them for a while. But soon, the author sighed:
"It's time to leave."

Wen Xishu nodded:

"Can't we really let Reed go?"

The author shook his head:

"As long as I have the pen in my hand, I will write down his death. You are the exception."

Wen Xishu felt a deep sense of regret, especially if the enemy were some extremely evil being...

He will not hesitate to launch an attack.

But in the current situation, the author may be an extremely crucial figure.

Perhaps there will be no next writer, or perhaps the author still has an unfulfilled destiny.

If there is no next writer, then the original writer is the key to breaking the curse.

He cannot kill the author for the sake of Reed.

In particular, the author had no ill intentions towards him.

He could only close his eyes and wait to return to the place of guidance, where he might be able to ask through the test of his heart whether there were any other "special beings".

At that moment, Wen Xishu's heart skipped a beat, and the author's eyes widened instantly.

呲————

A hissing sound, typical of carbonated soda, acted like a shot of adrenaline to the two of them.

In the middle of the coffee table, there appeared a strange... bottle of cola.

Without a trademark, it's impossible to tell if it's Pepsi, Coca-Cola, or Tianfu...

The glass bottle wasn't exactly a standard shape; it looked a bit crooked.

But it was indeed inside a bottle of foamy, black liquid.

Wen Xishu stared intently at the bottle of cola, his eyes glued to it.

The author's eyes widened, and he gradually opened his mouth.

After another brief silence, his mood suddenly reversed, and he unleashed a rant filled with extremely strong motherly undertones:
"Damn it! Damn it, it's you! After all these years, finally, finally someone can use this damn broken pen!"

The Coca-Cola bottle is slowly changing, from being somewhat crooked to gradually conforming to people's expectations.

Gradually, the image that appeared in Wen Xishu's mind when he first wrote the word "Cola" came to mind.

The label says it's a Coca-Cola bottle; he's not a Pepsi fan, but a Coca-Cola fan.

A while later...

By this time, Red's group had been narrowed down to an art gallery of only a few dozen square meters. The Ripper and the Joker were already looking forward to finding Red and how they would dissect him.

And at this moment, Coca-Cola finally became complete.

Tears welled up in the author's eyes:

"Great, now someone can fix everything I've done. It was you, damn it, it was you!"

"Wen Xishu, my good fellow villager, come, write down the fate of Red!"

Wen Xishu took the booklet and quickly wrote down Reed's fate. The circle stopped shrinking, Reed evaded the pursuit, and successfully returned to his original area.

but……

It doesn't seem to have taken effect immediately.

The author seems to have understood as well:

"I know, you have a cheat device on you."

"It might be comparable to this pen, and be in the same class."

"If I had this item, I definitely wouldn't be as effective as you are."

"So by the same logic, this pen will be much weaker in your hands."

"After all, you didn't create this sequence; you were merely recognized by the pen."

The author suddenly felt a sense of unease.

He felt a strong sense of unease when he said there was no Three Towers Sequence 10 - Creation:
So he quickly wrote down a question.

The answer to this question was quickly found.

Wen Xishu also saw this answer.

The problem is this:

Are there any limitations to Wen Xishu's use of this pen? Can he complete his mission?

The following is the answer:

"In this region, he can only accomplish limited things through writing."

"And once he leaves here, he can't write anything that will be effective. He can only write something effective when he finds that book, but not much, maybe only a dozen or so words, maybe only twenty or thirty."

"He was only chosen by the pen, but not by 'creation'. He was detached from the power of 'creation'. Even if the pen recognized him, the text must meet a specific format to take effect."

"Demands, and costs."

For a long time, the author, Mo Sen, has been trying to understand the world by creating a "manual" that can answer all his questions.

Now, the manual has answered his question.

Mosen was a peerless swordsman who found an exceptional sword.

Wen Xishu was the second person to be recognized by this divine weapon, but even at his best, Wen Xishu could only unleash the power of the weapon itself, and could not perfectly control it with his swordsmanship.

Even so, there is still hope.

Once there is hope, no one can say that it is impossible to achieve.

Wen Xishu wasn't discouraged; she smiled.
"It seems that this hidden quest is much more difficult than we expected."

"There's a word limit, it'll probably only take a sentence, and no matter what I overturn, whether it's a curse or the whole book... I have to set a price."

"This price must be no small matter; it's probably a price that even the constellations would have to work together to eliminate."

"Furthermore, I need to navigate around numerous obstacles to find that book. I can imagine that the invitation will take me to the place where the book is located, which must be teeming with all sorts of monsters and demons."

"That might be the headquarters of the Chamber of Commerce."

It's very difficult. Even Wen Xishu felt that this mission was extremely difficult.

But he still said those words with a smile.

Because of the fate determined by the constellations, there is no longer complete despair.

This is a dangerous matter, and only he can do it, but perhaps... he will receive an extraordinary amount of help in this matter.

The author, Mo Sen, said:

"I can help you make the invitation into a special one that won't trigger now. You can wait until you're fully prepared before you set off."

“That place must be a forbidden zone guarded by the Outer Gods. With your current strength, going there would probably only mean death.”

"So you still need to keep accumulating strength, and ideally... you need to find those constellations, but don't believe in every single one."

“Listen, even without that fate, they are not necessarily friends of humanity.”

"They also have their own desires, even without the push of fate."

"You need to find the constellation you trust and get its help. You also need to become strong yourself before you can possibly complete this mission."

The invitation has already appeared in Wen Xishu's hands.

This is a special invitation that can be taken out of the haunted tower.

This is also the limit that Mosen can achieve in the Tower of Ghosts.

"And what about you?" Wen Xishu asked.

Mosen said:

"Even without that pen, I still have the power to create, it will just take a little longer. I will wait for your news in the Tower of Ghosts."

"Remember... I can also be part of the price."

Mo Sen seemed to have anticipated something, or perhaps he already knew something; he looked at Wen Xishu:

"Brother, I've had my fun. Before the apocalypse, not many transmigrators could have achieved what I have. Even wish fulfillment novels wouldn't dare to write like me. It was worth it..."

"If you overturn what I've written, the price will include yourself. Don't hesitate..."

There was a hint of reluctance in Mo Sen's eyes. After he finished speaking, he hesitated, but in the end he didn't say anything more. He just patted Wen Xishu on the shoulder.

Wen Xishu didn't know how to respond, but her eyes showed a hint of respect for Mo Sen.

He simply nodded, indicating that he would definitely complete the task.

Mo Sen also saw that determination in Wen Xishu's eyes, and he was very gratified:

"The ending of the story is in your hands."

(End of this chapter)