Three Towers Game

[Fortunately, the great and reliable Brother Crow forged your death certificate, say thank you.]

Wen Xishu saw the suddenly appearing text prompt again.

At this moment, he had to ask:

”I seem to have forgotten, the time discrepancy I possess.”

The coachman was a bit puzzled, so much so that many stars in his starry-faced expression flickered on and off.

”I need to check for you, can you authorize me to access your lifespan discrepancy?”

Wen Xishu had to give it a try:

”Alright, I agree.”

The coachman nodded, and the countless stars in his starry face gradually dimmed. After a while, those stars gradually lit up:

”Oh, well, you are indeed such an esteemed guest. According to the display... you can return to the timeline three years before and after your death. That is, your lifespan discrepancy is three years.”

”But due to certain actions you took in life, which earned the favor of the administrators, you have been granted a chance for time-space travel.”

The coachman initially felt a bit puzzled.

Because the guest’s time discrepancy was three years, whether it was Evil Land or Three Towers, it was far from this Ancient World.

A three-year time discrepancy naturally makes it impossible to come to such an ancient world.

However, because the guest has a chance to travel irrespective of discrepancy, at this moment, in a world a thousand years before the guest’s living era, the guest can also take a look.

”Then three years later. I want to go to the world three years after my death.”

”No problem, but according to your unique experience, you have died twice... once in Evil Land, once in Three Towers.” The coachman asked.

”Three Towers.” Wen Xishu added.

Wen Xishu realized the crow was still boasting, what free travel and choice... In fact, with a three-year discrepancy, he had no real choice.

However, this discrepancy was not too large, and it could indeed reduce his choice dilemma considerably.

The coachman nodded:

”Get ready, I will ensure you enjoy the most efficient service.”

Wen Xishu got on the carriage.

The coachman’s starry head began to slowly enlarge, Wen Xishu only felt his consciousness somewhat blurred.

The world in his eyes began to become as devastating and complex as the starry sky.

...

...

The starry sky began to slowly contract.

Soon, Wen Xishu found the coachman’s head had returned to its original size.

The whole trip took only about a few seconds.

Yet Wen Xishu actually felt a little worn and long.

Everything he is experiencing now is something no living person can absolutely experience. He opened his eyes to find himself already in a rather modernized city.

”Time travel requires merit and lifespan discrepancy. But space travel does not, you can contact other coachmen, to travel to other spaces at any time. Have a pleasant journey, hope you won’t see your friends here.”

A very thoughtful blessing.

Because after all, with only a three-year discrepancy, seeing friends would mean, isn’t it saying that his friends would die in three years?

This city is almost indistinguishable from the city Wen Xishu traveled from, also seemingly untouched by the apocalypse like Deep City, Jiangcheng, and other places.

Wen Xishu looked at the people coming and going, indeed did not see familiar faces.

But soon, passersby stopped with an incredible gaze, looking at Wen Xishu.

[This is an area exclusively for the Bunker People, although you do not recognize many people, you have never seen... But the legendary image of you once in the Bunker is familiar to countless people. Despite there being many dead from other areas here, not the Bunker world but the same time, you are simply too famous, aren’t you?]

[They recognized you. What will you do?]

”Lord Wen Xishu... Oh my, I just died! Lord Wen Xishu! How could I just meet you here!”

”This... The sky has fallen, what kind of Upper Spirit District is this! This is simply Hell! God, why let me, a disciple of Xishu Divine Teaching, meet the Sect Hierarch in the Netherworld!”

Wen Xishu was a bit stunned. Recognized already?