Three Towers Game

Red Skull immediately felt... the room wasn’t so oppressive anymore, and his smile had a hint of relief beyond the obsequiousness.

The door was soon opened.

Albert walked through the door and was quickly met with a question.

[You have already seen the shadows of those Gods; they have not truly descended to your level. Are you afraid?]

”Among these Gods, is there one called Holy Mother, from Issaro?”

Albert didn’t answer the question; he asked one in return.

The chaotic space seemed to freeze at that moment.

[So, your question is the answer; this question full of murderous intent, I understand. Albert, Unity is not the strongest sequence. If you encounter a conflict, but one that could bring a stronger sequence, would you abandon it?]

Albert chuckled:

”What a foolish question. A gun is stronger than a fist, that’s natural, but it all depends on who’s using it.”

”There might be objective strength and weakness among sequences, but with me, any sequence can be broken by a fist.”

”Who are you, really?”

[I am under no obligation to answer your question. Next question, Albert, if you insist on pursuing your Martial Dao, what do you think you need the most now?]

”Lifespan, and the lifespan of the Bunker. If humans’ exploration rights over the Three Towers could last another few decades, that would be great.”

[Don’t you think it should be powerful strength? After all, your strength hasn’t reached its limit.]

”That’s why I need time. I don’t need God-like power. Because given time, I can obtain the power to kill Gods.”

If young people were to say this, it might come off as somewhat naive, but if it were an elderly person who has seen through everything, it represents their genuine belief.

What Albert needed was time.

[Your strength is a massive step ahead of those who come after. Now let’s make an assumption: five people could gain 30% of your strength and have the potential to surpass you in the future, but the condition necessary for them to gain this power is your death.]

[Are you willing to die?]

This question, Albert answered without even thinking:

”Potential? I’m too old to gamble on potential. In this world, only someone who can definitely surpass me, and in a short time catch up with me, is worth dying for.”

[I’ve finished asking my questions. I look forward to the next round of questioning.]

Albert actually quite enjoyed this kind of Q&A.

But after the Q&A ended, his attributes... showed no change.

No sequences, no runes, no props, no facilities.

Nothing at all.

The heart-test process, logically, should add rewards, but when it came to him, it seemed like all the effort was for nothing...

Just when Albert was about to beat Red Skull to strengthen their relationship...

He suddenly saw his face in the mirror.

The two wrinkles on his forehead...

were gone.

At that moment, Albert was momentarily stunned, then he smiled.

”Is it time?”

He never expected that the heart-test’s appearance could give him what he needed most urgently.

He needed lifespan, and Wen Xishu once granted lifetime to all Bunker People...

But Albert could not withstand the aging of the body, the decline of functions.

When dealing with Sagittarius, he realized... his fist was invincible worldwide, but this body was not invincible.

But at this moment, seeing the disappeared wrinkle, Albert felt a true miracle.

”Wen Xishu, you have indeed given me an immense surprise!”

This old legend of the Bunker, at this moment, finally felt what it was like to be illuminated by other legends.

He laughed, heartily and exuberantly, which instantly put Red Skull at ease.

Albert waved his hand:

”I should go. I can’t wait to chat with my companions.”