Chapter 45 Begging for Mercy

Wen Xishu had a speculation: the people from the bunker came from the World of the Three Pagodas.

The World of the Three Pagodas was not originally contained within the Three Pagodas, but was a real, existing world. Places like Mohn City and Jiangcheng could be mapped directly to his original world before time-traveling.

He had no idea what customs existed in the country where Mendermuel lived within the World of the Three Pagodas.

However, in the Middle Eastern region of his original world, the status of women was exceptionally low. The people there held a prejudice against females that was far more exaggerated than that of white ghosts like Kane. Yet, Mendermuel’s description was that he had been bullied by women and left with nothing in a divorce...

If women in the bunker truly held such high status, there wouldn't be a large number of people like Park Mi-hee existing. Nor would there be beasts like Kane who trafficked in female organs.

Therefore, unless Mendermuel had committed atrocious acts, he certainly wouldn't have been sentenced so miserably.

The second person Wen Xishu wanted to kill was Mendermuel.

Mendermuel climbed fast. His climbing ability was no less than Kane's, and driven by the recent stimulation, he no longer wanted to bicker over whether Wen Xishu was also putting on a facade.

He only wanted to escape this place as quickly as possible! He could not hesitate and face defeat like Kane.

That was precisely what he thought, and he soon reached the music box.

Kane's flesh and blood had long since been churned into a bloody paste by the tentacles. This mess of gore lay right in front of the music box, and one could see that Kane had tried to reach out and touch it; a single finger still lay on the ground, pointing toward the box.

Mendermuel rushed forward.

When his hand touched the music box, a different prompt indeed appeared in his mind.

[You have found an item bearing traces of massive sin. Do you wish to purify it?]

The difference from the previous prompts was that the word "massive" appeared as a modifier before "sin."

This convinced Mendermuel that he had found the correct item.

He was ecstatic, wondering whether he should take Wen Xishu along with him when he left, considering that brat's analyses had been quite accurate.

But upon second thought, the person that brat wanted to take along was the cannibalistic pervert. Thinking of the way Wen Xishu had rolled up his sleeves to feed meat to Jung Jae...

He instantly dismissed the thought.

Mendermuel prepared to leave, but what happened next made his smile freeze forever.

"Help—"

The word for life was choked off before he could shout it, as a massive expanse of black smoke already enveloped Mendermuel.

Those eerie tentacles writhed with pleasure at the sudden offering of flesh and blood. Mendermuel's body seemed to transform into a nest of tentacles.

He died.

He died accompanied by immense terror, hesitation, and confusion. The music box played in a high-pitched tone, seeming to cheer for those who had perished.

Hearing the music box ring, hearing the sounds of flesh and blood being torn apart that had echoed multiple times within a short span—

Park Mi-hee collapsed to her knees with a thud, her eyes filled with despair.

"A... are we all going to die?"

Park Mi-hee muttered to herself, on the verge of a breakdown.

This was only the first room, yet after just a short moment, the team of six had been reduced to a trio.

Now, the only ones still alive were Park Mi-hee, the madman Wen Xishu, and the carnivorous pervert Jung Jae.

Park Mi-hee now deeply regretted why she had ever accepted such a mission.

Before long, the music box returned to silence.

Wen Xishu spoke:

"Let's go. Based on the path of the anti-afk mechanism from last time—the next anti-afk mechanism should occur right where we are now. Let's climb up to the middle layer of the bookshelf and look for a new hiding spot."

Wen Xishu remained very calm.

Park Mi-hee suddenly grabbed Wen Xishu's hand, her eyes carrying a hint of earnest pleading:

"Don't... please don't kill me? Wen Xishu, I know it's you... I'm begging you, don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

Jung Jae looked at Wen Xishu with a degree of incomprehension.

Park Mi-hee had already figured it out: all of this was Wen Xishu using the rules to kill people. She had seen that fleeting smile at the corner of Wen Xishu's mouth a moment ago.

It made her shudder.

Yet Jung Jae remained rather simple-minded.

When Mendermuel had yanked Wen Xishu down, Jung Jae had wanted to rush over to help Wen Xishu.

However, a single glance and a shake of the head from Wen Xishu had stopped Jung Jae.

Later, when Mendermuel died, Jung Jae had simply assumed that Wen Xishu had guessed incorrectly...

As it turned out, the contaminant needing purification wasn't the music box.

He even felt a sense of gratitude toward Wen Xishu for saving his life once again.

Yet Park Mi-hee was gradually waking up to the truth—Wen Xishu was utilizing the rules to murder people.

He might not have struck physical blows himself, but he used verbal guidance to lure his teammates to their deaths one by one.

Park Mi-hee wasn't entirely brainless, and she knew that Wen Xishu himself was an extremely formidable person.

Once she had the solid fact of Wen Xishu being brought back to the Level 6 Hospital as a baseline, Park Mi-hee grew deeply skeptical of the notion that Wen Xishu had been a madman or an idiot in the past.

She even began to suspect that he was playing the pig to eat the tiger, possessing genuine, deep-seated patience.

And that smile Wen Xishu had worn shortly before made Park Mi-hee understand everything instantly.

More dangerous than the rules was this young man!

"I, I promise, I will definitely stand on your side, Wen Xishu. Spare me... take me away from here, please?"

Wen Xishu's gaze was ice-cold. With his back to Jung Jae, he looked down at the kneeling Park Mi-hee with an expression of utter indifference.

The light gradually faded from Park Mi-hee's eyes.

She understood now: even though she had laid her cards completely on the table, the other party refused to play along... Which meant Wen Xishu had made up his mind to kill everyone.

Even exposing his intentions had no impact whatsoever.

At this moment, Wen Xishu's image turned somewhat terrifying.

How many high-ranking political figures had she entangled with? Weren't all of those people human foxes?

Yet looking at Wen Xishu, she felt she was gazing at a demon—a person harboring a devil in his heart.

Nonetheless, Wen Xishu eventually spoke:

"Captain, I have no idea what you're talking about. What sparing you? You should probably get up first, though.

Aside from this room, there are three other distinct scenarios.

I certainly don't have the confidence to figure out all the rules without relying on teammates.

The eerie Pagoda is truly terrifying... so many have died upon entering. I really don't wish for anyone else to die, and you feel the same way, right? But then again—

There are still plenty of rules ahead. I must be careful not to make a wrong analysis and harm you all."

Park Mi-hee was stunned at first, but instantly realized this was both Wen Xishu's warning to her and an opportunity he was granting her.

She nodded frantically, like a puppy trying to please its master:

"I will be useful to you! You can ask me anything, and I'll tell you whatever I know! I know about him! I've heard about his father! I can tell you all of it!"

Park Mi-hee no longer cared about any missions. Right now, she only wanted to survive.

She was also certain that Wen Xishu had actually seen through her true identity.

She dared not underestimate this young man ever again. Her finger pointed at Jung Jae.

Actually, Park Mi-hee hadn't been entirely sure before, but to survive now, she had to guarantee her own value.

She sensed that Wen Xishu seemed to pay special attention to Jung Jae. Even though Jung Jae was a pervert, Wen Xishu had stopped him several times when Jung Jae wanted to purify items.

Therefore, her brain raced frantically, trying to recall any clues regarding Jung Jae—whether any of the officials she had slept with had ever mentioned Jung Jae.

Fear and the instinct to survive sharpened Park Mi-hee's wits considerably.

She actually managed to recall a few things; though uncertain, they were at least enough to prove her value.

Jung Jae asked with puzzlement:

"You... you know about my past?"

Wen Xishu was actually pondering what the true "contaminant" really was.

If it wasn't the music box, what could it be?

He wasn't very interested in Jung Jae's past, but he decided to do a favor:

"Captain, tell him everything you know."

Wen Xishu didn't care about these details; his hand had already reached toward the invitation letter.