Chapter 1: Immediate execution

“Private Park Young-sook, step forward and answer me: By what right do you believe you are an excellent stud?”

From the next room came the clerk’s interrogation, along with the sounds of pants being unzipped and belts unbuckled.

“Reporting, sir, even compared to Bunker citizens in the European and American regions, my second brother is invincible. Please inspect him, sir.”

“If I die in the Slaughter Tower, my unique talent will be useless. It should go to the Desire Tower to stir up trouble and make a greater contribution to humanity!”

Park Young-sook’s bizarre answer resonated clearly.

So much so that in another room, Wen Xishu suddenly stopped. He was about to sign the “Death Penalty Confirmation.”

The rooms on the functional level of the Bunker were chaotically arranged.

Just like the Three Towers Game distribution office was right next to the death row hospice.

“Desire Tower…” Wen Xishu mused.

The court staff frowned: “I need to tell you, even if you don’t sign, the death penalty will be carried out. There’s no point in dragging out time here.”

Yes, not signing was meaningless.

Unless, like in novels, he could hand-build a lithography machine or research a warp drive during his death sentence, he couldn’t escape death.

Although he had transmigrated for several hours, Wen Xishu was not like other transmigrators who could perform various Lu Benwei-like feats—at least not yet.

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

But Most of his relatives had also been executed.

He was only one step away from the limited achievement of “Family Extermination.” In about the time it takes to eat a meal, he would be injected to death.

Seeing Wen Xishu not pick up the pen, the court official said:

“Since you don’t want to sign, we will skip this step.”

“Your family committed a grave crime, and the entire family has been sentenced to death. Bunker law has some leniency for minors, but you turned eighteen a few months ago, and all procedures have already been completed.”

“We asked you this morning if you wanted to eat a Kende Kuan on a day that wasn’t Thursday.”

“Unfortunately, we couldn’t find the store you mentioned. The Bunker is currently experiencing tight material supplies, so we can only provide compressed biscuits.”

“But we specially prepared chicken-flavored ones for you. We also got you a bottle of cola, which we’ve already chilled.”

The court official was about to signal the Security Bureau’s bailiffs to escort Wen Xishu to the injection room.

To avoid being quickly cleared by this world, Wen Xishu had been trying to adapt to his transmigrated body.

But the original owner of this body had mental problems, acting erratically, making it difficult to extract useful memories.

It wasn’t until Park, the Bunker citizen next door, suddenly mentioned the Desire Tower that he remembered—

Desire Tower, Slaughter Tower, Weird Tower.

The advent of the Three Towers and the exploration of the Three Towers World were humanity’s only path to survival.

“I apply to explore the Weird Tower,” Wen Xishu suddenly said.

These words seemed to possess some magic, as the two robust bailiffs from the Security Bureau stopped in their tracks.

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

“I must warn you, this is highly likely just a different way to die.”

“You might endure… pain beyond the maximum value of the assessment agency.”

“That would be far more cruel than the death penalty. In comparison, euthanasia is absolutely a merciful way to die.”

Wen Xishu nodded.

It sounded like pain worse than childbirth, death by a thousand cuts, and steel needles pricking gums combined.

He definitely had to try that.

The court official’s gaze was filled with scrutiny and doubt.

He knew very well that this second young master of the Wen Family was famously “crazy,” “deranged,” and “foolish.”

Not long ago, when he was in prison, he was crying, snot bubbling, cursing everything around him, looking frantic and disheveled, speaking illogically.

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

Exploring the Weird Tower was not wise, but it was indeed a path to survival.

After the “Three Towers Co-Exploration Conjecture” was initially confirmed, the exploration of the Weird Tower had begun.

Because that place was too strange, Most high-level players on the sky ladder board from the Slaughter Tower and Desire Tower were unwilling to go there.

Thus, there were policy incentives: if one was willing to go to the Weird Tower and made significant discoveries—

Things like upgrading from a junior college degree to a bachelor’s, guaranteed postgraduate admission, exemption from the death penalty, harem permits, and T0 gender certification qualifications—these requests were not impossible to meet.

The court staff said:

“Your identity is special, and I still need to ask for instructions from my superiors. You also need to clearly understand the dangers of the Weird Tower and sign a waiver.”

People of various nationalities and countries live in the Bunker, which is like a melting pot, so human rights are very important.

The principle of “Black Lives Matter” is currently the top political correctness in the Bunker.

There are often news reports of certain organizations sending Black people to the Slaughter Tower to kill enemies, leading to condemnation from Bunker residents.

Wen Xishu was East Asian.

Even so, sending him to the Weird Tower was an extreme violation of the principle of human rights supremacy.

Its severity 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, Desire Tower, and Weird Tower.”

“The Slaughter Tower exchanges merit and supplies by killing monsters. The Desire Tower exchanges merit and supplies by pleasing Three Towers people.”

“One is about getting it done, the other is about getting it done.”

“But the Weird Tower is full of strangeness and difficult to explore. Simply put, it’s not easy to get it done, it’s quite hard to get it done.”

“I am fully aware of all of this. I am also willing to sign the waiver.”

Wen Xishu’s understanding of the Slaughter Tower and Desire Tower was still superficial and stereotypical, and his language was somewhat vulgar and crude.

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

The second young master of the Wen Family seemed no longer insane. This made the staff’s expression a bit more serious.

Or perhaps this was another form of expression? After all, being so calm and rational was not like a normal person either.

Wen Xishu was indeed not very normal.

Although the original owner’s defects were fixed by the transmigration, and he was no longer insane.

However, his experiences in his previous life also left him with some quirks.

Simply put, he would often court death in extremely harsh environments, and then through some comedic performances, create a humorous contrast.

For example, skydiving from six thousand meters, but he had to complete the assembly of dozens of Rubik’s cubes before opening the parachute, and challenge opening the parachute at the very last moment.

For example, wing-suit flying in a rocky mountain valley, parkouring in old Chongqing buildings, or performing stunt cycling on extremely steep mountain paths.

Every time he approached death, bringing the audience’s hearts to their throats—

He would use playful performances, or some humorous expressions, or directly tell dirty jokes to entertain the audience.

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

Over time, the closer Wen Xishu got to death, the more he wanted to be playful.

Just like his recent statement.

The response to the Weird Tower entry application was quick, receiving a reply in just over ten minutes.

Wen Xishu relaxed further, thinking:

The death row inmate has finally seized a glimmer of hope and is heading to the Weird Tower.

Next will be a life turnaround, making contributions to humanity, atoning for his sins, and being exempted from the death penalty.

From then on, he would enjoy a life of privilege in the Bunker, constantly exploring the Three Towers, and ultimately reaching the pinnacle of his life.

Well, it perfectly aligned with the mission and disposition of a transmigrator.

But the court staff’s reply stunned Wen Xishu:

“Sorry, based on the extreme atrocities committed by the Wen Family, your Weird Tower entry application has been rejected by the superior.”

“The death penalty will be carried out immediately.”