Chapter 151 In this unclaimed land, a god stands atop a tower, looking down upon all living beings…

The train arrived at the station, and the Third Middle School exploded.

No sooner had the trial ended than Jiang Yang returned to the no-man's-land, only to be immediately ushered into the tower.

It wasn't the cold, impersonal interrogation room of the Bug Fixing Center. The evening light bathed the top-floor office of the tower in a scorched yellow glow, and he was separated from the tower by only a desk, but the face in front of him wasn't quite clear.

Soon, the distance was also closed by the tower.

"I remember the first time we met was in the Abyss Corridor."

As they spoke, Ta circled around behind him, and the voice that reached his ears had both the clarity of a boy and the gentle mellowness of a young man.

"Back then, you almost got assimilated while trying to save that blind man who was stuck in the cracks of the rules."

Ta stopped and leaned forward, her chin almost touching Jiang Yang's shoulder.

Jiang Yang remained expressionless. He had no recollection of what Ta had said; he hadn't come here to reminisce.

He just wanted to ask that question: "Why me?"

The tower did not answer immediately, but walked a little further away.

The tower, dressed in a plain white robe, stood at the boundary between the morning light and the night mist. Its long, silvery-white hair reached its waist, moving freely even without wind, making it appear like a deity.

He was questioning the gods, asking why it was him.

Why...

Nan Ke is a beggar struggling to survive in a garbage dump.

Yuejiang and Xingye are inhuman weapons, watered with blood by the assassin organization.

Mengjiang was a live target for training hunting dogs in underground dogfighting rings.

Huang Si is a "mute" animal in the human trafficking gang.

...

So why him?

Ta turned around and stared at Jiang Yang's back, her voice ethereal, carrying a hint of weariness from the distant past.

"You are different."

For everyone who comes to this no man's land, for every ant that comes into view, the tower ultimately has only one conclusion.

But the gods stand atop the tower, looking down upon all living beings, and no one can question them.

Jiang Yang overturned a chess piece in the center of the board with a click, and answered decisively, "But my opinion will not change."

“It doesn’t matter,” Ta replied softly, like a sigh. “What matters is whether you still have that same courage.”

"Are you sealing away your memories because you're afraid I'll find out something?"

Jiang Yang raised her eyelids slightly and said calmly, "You're not stupid."

Now that things have come to this point, Ta can guess what he should and shouldn't know, even if he has to.

But if you understand almost everything, then why is that?

Ta walked back to Jiang Yang, tilted her head, and let her hair fall onto Jiang Yang's shoulder. She asked in an almost suggestive tone, "Jiang Yang, what are you afraid to face?"

"What were you thinking about after you woke up from being stabbed by Huang Er?"

Jiang Yang's Adam's apple bobbed, and she answered frankly yet cruelly, "I forgot."

Ta gave a kind smile: "But Xiong Bingxin is dead."

"003 is seriously injured."

"Jiang Yang, tell me, how many more people do you intend to kill with your decisions?"

...

There was a time difference of more than 20 minutes between Xiong Bingxin's journey to school and the arrival of the train. In order to avoid any unexpected accidents, she adjusted the time forward.

It was precisely because of the reversal of time that the Hanged Man became aware of their actions.

Retro buses and modified sports cars engage in a life-or-death race on the road.

One was defense, the other was speed. Seeing the sports car relentlessly pursuing her, Xiong Bingxin braked and changed lanes. Her massive body suddenly and aggressively squeezed into the lane where the sports car was, leaving the sports car with no way to avoid it.

Modified sports cars malfunction even with minor collisions.

Without hesitation, the Hanged Man led Mr. V into the Well of Despair.

Underwater, Mr. V's pistol was aimed at the bus parked in front of the Third Middle School in the River of Time. Xiong Bingxin and 003 got off the bus one after the other.

Mr. V asked hesitantly, "Should we shoot?"

The upside-down man said gravely, "Wait a little longer."

Without the tower's permission, the Hanged Man could not have foreseen the consequences of rashly attacking Xiong Bingxin, who was also an agent.

However, if they were to act rashly against 003, given Xiong Bingxin's temperament, it would still result in a lose-lose situation.

We need to confirm this again...

The Hanged Man grabbed Mr. V's gun and fired a shot at the tires of the vintage bus.

The tire burst, and the car swayed heavily downwards. Xiong Bingxin and 003 turned around at the same time and looked around warily at the situation.

Without much hesitation, Xiong Bingxin summoned her chariots. One blocked her and 003, while the others quickly ran over the school's iron gate.

The Hanged Man, realizing the special treatment Foghead City had for unclaimed land, finally understood. He stopped firing his gun in protest and went straight out to question, "Xiong Bingxin, are you planning to betray the Tower?"

Seeing his reaction, Xiong Bingxin knew that they had definitely made the right move.

She offered no further explanation, nor did she show any fear on her face. Instead, she curled her arrogance into a smile and gently beckoned her finger toward the Hanged Man, as if in taunting him: "Come and fight if you dare."

The tank has an extremely high defense coefficient, and ordinary attacks cannot cause any damage to it.

Without pausing, the Hanged Man spread his arms out, and the ground seemed to transform into surging waves centered on him. Accompanied by the roar of a tsunami, several enormous, fanged human-faced fish suddenly leaped out of the phantom.

Their strength, consistently ranking first on the list, is undeniable.

Xiong Bingxin's eyes sharpened, and with a thought, the heavy chariot blocking their path instantly emitted a heavy metallic roar.

Alloy shields popped out from the sides of the vehicle, forming a mobile fortress that forcefully blocked the first attack from the human-faced fish.

"You've made a breakthrough."

The upside-down man had sinister features and stared intently at Xiong Bingxin. He slowly raised his hand and removed the mask from his face.

After seeing clearly, Xiong Bingxin sneered, her voice almost squeezed out from between her clenched teeth: "Wu Yibai, you've been hiding it really well."

[Wu Yibai, the Agent of the Tower, Talent Card: Magician]

[Personal Talent: Nightmare]

[Player's Hanged Man Talent Card: The Hanged Man]

[Personal Talent: The Well of Despair with Time Reversal]

Xiong Bingxin only has the talent [Chariot], while 003 has no talent, which immediately puts them at a disadvantage.

Meanwhile, several other tanks encountered some resistance as they rushed toward the gate.

"You handle this; leave this to me."

003, carrying the sword that Meng Jiang often used, steadily slashed at a human-faced fish that was trying to bypass the chariot and launch a sneak attack.

Wherever the sword passed, the fish's body was torn open by the sharp sword energy, leaving a huge wound, and it let out a painful howl.

The Hanged Man strolled leisurely after Xiong Bingxin, glancing indifferently at Mr. V out of the corner of his eye: "Keep a breath."

At the school gate, Xiong Bingxin leaped onto the vehicle with one hand, her expression calm and resolute, but the hand controlling the vehicle trembled slightly.

The chariot's tracks crushed the gate, and she used her talent with exquisite precision, creating a flowing shield of metal fragments that accurately blocked the Hanged Man's attack and charged straight inside.

"The Hanged Man, I never intended to betray the Tower."

"But I want to go home."

"Heroes fight for freedom."

Xiong Bingxin slammed the red button on the chariot.

The human-faced fish bit off 003's flesh, and the Hanged Man whispered, "Xiong Bingxin..."

"I am a soldier."

"The chariot will eventually carry my will and crush this place."

The train has arrived at the station.

There is one minute left in the trial.

007 and his team found the key and came out to see the settlement information that popped up on the panel.

Number of survivors.

3.

...

"In no man's land, we all have too many things beyond our control."

Jiang Yang finally turned his gaze to the tower: "But Xiong Bingxin didn't die because of me, nor did she die because of me."

"We are all fighting for our beliefs, and those of us who live will eventually leave."

Ta seemed to want to say something more, but her expression suddenly changed, she placed her palm on her lower abdomen, and her upper body bent slightly.

The office door opened at the opportune moment, and Wu Yibai, who had been waiting at the door, strode in and coldly reminded Jiang Yang, "You can leave now."

Jiang Yang didn't linger. He stood up, holding onto the armrests on both sides of the chair, and turned to walk towards the door.

After the door closed, the tower remained in that position. Wu Yibai carefully took his arm and asked in a low voice with concern, "What's wrong?"

"I...I don't know..."

Cold sweat beaded on Ta's forehead, and a faint smell of blood emanated from his body.

Wu Yibai took a step forward with concern, then suddenly remembered something and suppressed the pounding in his heart to ask, "Shall I carry you inside for a check-up?"

"Um..."

Upon receiving an affirmative answer, Wu Yibai bent down, slipped one hand under the back of Ta's knees, and used the other hand to steadily support his back, carefully lifting him horizontally in his arms.

The long, white robe trailed across the cold ground, making the heavy stench of blood even clearer.

Wu Yibai frowned, his arms around the tower tightened unconsciously, and he walked quickly and steadily into the inner room.

He could feel the body in his arms trembling uneasily. Looking down, he saw that Ta's eyes were tightly closed, her long silver hair covered most of her face, her jawline was taut, and her lips were so pale that they almost blended into her complexion.

...

The long corridor at the top of the tower was deep and secluded. 007 was waiting in front of the elevator and rushed to greet Jiang Yang when he came out.

Are you hungry?

Hearing 007's reassurance, Jiang Yang's eyes immediately reddened. He shook his head and asked, "How is 003 doing?"

007 put his arm around Jiang Yang and led her into the elevator. The layout was quite open, so there wasn't much concealment. The two walked and talked.

"He was seriously injured by the human-faced fish and is still unconscious. 008 is taking care of him."

...

The atmosphere inside the elevator was momentarily oppressive. Sensing Jiang Yang's emotions, 007 pulled her into his arms and rubbed her head.

The gentle touch opened a floodgate for Jiang Yang's emotions, and tears streamed down her face.

"It was my fault."

Nan Yi proposed bombing the school.

Xiong Bingxin suggested adjusting the time.

Ultimately, it all comes down to his original idea; no matter how frankly he speaks in front of the tower, it won't change anything.

"It's not your fault."