Three Towers Game

The continuous breakthroughs over several stages caused Zhou Fei’s Ability Value to skyrocket.

Among them, there were some abilities that even Wen Xishu was very surprised by, feeling a bit like overpowered abnormal abilities.

Memory accumulation directly reached the Fifth Stage.

The role of Wise was thus pushed to the max level by Wen Xishu.

Wen Xishu even thought... now Zhou Fei’s skills, merely used to escape a region, seemed to make the game a bit too simple.

Of course, he wasn’t sure how strong these Good People were exactly, nor what role the Great Kind Man behind the scenes played. So Wen Xishu remained very cautious.

However, at the moment, Wen Xishu was indeed shocked by Zhou Fei’s uniqueness.

There are many ways to play a game.

Some think that playing according to the planner’s requirements is playing. Others believe that if you find a cheat, modifying the game as you like is playing.

Of course, there are also people who like to dissect the underlying code; their way of playing is to wrestle with the programmers, preview various code packages, speculate on the future course of the game, and violently crack the hidden plot through dialogue text extraction, obtaining hard-to-trigger plot content in advance.

Wen Xishu now somewhat embodies the latter.

At the Good People Hall, gaining their memories was initially not difficult. But as it progresses, the triggering conditions become increasingly harsh.

Memories from the initial stage, Zhou Fei’s past, were easy to trigger.

An academic overachiever, a pitiful child, whose parents went abroad, uncared for by his uncle’s family, eventually came to the Good People Hall because of a shred of goodwill.

This was Zhou Fei’s past.

In comparison, it seemed everything made sense.

This is akin to another character—Britney’s past; without digging deep, one might think Britney was from a wealthy family, her parents died unexpectedly, and in depression came to the Good People Hall...

It also seems quite reasonable.

But soon, Britney’s past was overturned.

Because in further exploration, Wen Xishu discovered the truth about Britney—living in a city wrapped by Good People and real people.

Living in a giant lie.

The story went from an ordinary version to a thriller version.

At this moment, Wen Xishu also found, through bug exploitation, that Zhou Fei’s memories seemed to overturn something.

Making Zhou Fei’s story shift from that kind of urban academic overachiever short drama style... to another, somewhat eerie style.

In the memories narrated by Zhou Fei, there was a segment like this; it was also this segment that caught Wen Xishu’s attention.

”I often can’t distinguish between dream and reality. Sometimes I clearly feel I did many things... but suddenly I wake up.”

”Everything I did before, as I opened my eyes, finding myself on the bed... all got overthrown.”

”I was told I had sleepwalking disorder.”

So, Zhou Fei’s sleepwalking disorder wasn’t feigned? He really had it?

Wen Xishu found it odd, because under the drug state, he was indeed influenced by medication; but under Zhou Fei’s sleepwalking condition, he felt everything was normal. He could conduct normal surveys.

”It’s like I feel everything I’m experiencing now might be sleepwalking.”

”My life seems to have two phases. Saying this, you might think I’m crazy. Sometimes I doubt my sanity.”

”When I was young, I saw my father shedding skin.”

The phrase ’shedding skin’ sounds slightly eerie when used on humans.

Wen Xishu had some conjectures in mind.

”Layers of skin started to be torn open little by little by him, and when opened, he looked at me with a bloody face.”

”I was terrified at the time.”

”But the next second, I opened my eyes. I was lying in bed, and my father and mother were feeding me medicine. They told me I had sleepwalked.”

”There’s actually more similar events. I remember once, there was a child on his way home, his shadow became very strange... his shadow turned into something winding, like a snake.”

”I doubted my sight, so I called out to him.”

”But when he turned around in that instant, I was terrified; his face was cracked.”

”Although frightened, I was eager to approach and observe, but just as I planned to move closer...”

”I woke up.”

”I returned to the bed at home, snug under the covers, everything warm.”

”No cracked face, no bizarre shedding human.”

”My father was fine; I even pinched his face. He showed an affectionate expression, just like always.”

”But just that day, my father and mother received a task, saying they need to investigate something mysterious. They had to leave for a long while.”

”So I was arranged to go to Uncle’s house.”

”At Uncle’s house, I had a cousin named Zhou Ming. Zhou Ming’s academic talent was very average... even with crazy tutoring, hiring expert teachers, despite his efforts and love for learning...”

”Most likely would only achieve mediocre scores.”

”In my memory, Zhou Ming envied me, and Uncle envied me too. Because I was smarter than Zhou Ming.”

”My story, at first glance, appears as though I was continuously overshadowing Zhou Ming, but to avoid being oppressed, I ultimately chose to feign weakness, only to burst out during the college entrance exam.”

”That’s how outsiders propagate it.”

”But the truth wasn’t like that. I disdain to feign weakness. I once earnestly tried to make friends with Zhou Ming.”

”Uncle indeed used some drugs on me, but they had no effect... Perhaps it’s hard to understand, but I felt as if I’ve been taking medication my whole life.”

”This might be an illusion, but I do... often suddenly wake up.”