Doomsday Jigsaw Puzzle

Chapter 571: Chapter 188: The Tyrant’s Verbal Skills and the Fourth Level of the Well World

Bai Wu had a dream.

In this dream, he returned to his original small town, where he clearly heard the various plans of Spades Ten and Bai Yuan in the dream.

But that was just a dream.

He was delighted, so this is your plan, huh?

He was also astonished, so I am such a special person. freewebnovel.cσ๓

It was as if the dream really had substance.

As if someone had dreamed they hummed a tune, and the song was very moving.

But upon waking, completely forgotten.

At the moment of enlightenment... Bai Wu suddenly awoke.

And before he could savor the dream, it dispersed like the tide, leaving only a trace behind, no longer within reach.

When he opened his eyes, Bai Wu saw the ceiling.

Numerous distorted faces appeared on the ceiling like Van Gogh’s abstract paintings, densely packed and twisted.

At the same time, there were also many gold patterns resembling clock hands, floating on the massive ceiling.

[Disordered space-time, twisted and chaotic expressions, what do you think of? My old buddy, congratulations, you’re not dead yet! Did I perfectly complete the task of delaying the enemy for you? (I was totally panicked then, remember to delete the content inside the brackets)

However, a new exploration begins now, the world is a cycle, and I’m unable to provide any information at this moment.

But for now, let’s start with the data, for instance... the distance between that huge ceiling and the surface of your shoes is—nine hundred meters. I guess you must have thought of something.]

Such remarks indicate that the recent personality switch had ended.

The real Bai Wu regained control of his body. But before Bai Wu could reflect on this, he was shocked by the content of the remark.

Nine hundred meters, Bai Wu was stunned.

He knew what this familiar number represented, and then he swiftly turned his head.

Two things in the distance caught his attention.

The first was the tyrant.

The tyrant was not dead.

This didn’t surprise Bai Wu either; if according to the rules of the Well World, the tyrant chose himself as his Evil Fallen Body, and if the tyrant died, he would no longer have the form of a human.

Like Bai Wu, the tyrant had fallen unconscious as well.

When Bai Wu awoke, the tyrant also gradually came to.

Only the tyrant seemed much calmer than Bai Wu; after all, he already knew he wouldn’t die.

Of course, the tyrant had now returned to the Bone Form. The final death seemed like a settlement.

All the negative emotions that provided the flesh, wings, and weapons once again returned to nothing.

But observing the immense puzzlement in Bai Wu’s eyes, it was as if something had deeply shocked him.

He was curious about what exactly had captivated Bai Wu.

Thus, he followed Bai Wu’s gaze.

At the end of Bai Wu’s line of sight, there was emptiness, nothing at all, but the tyrant with his remarkable vision still noticed a massive gap on the ground.

It seemed to be... a portal to the next level.

Heartbeats surged.

Bai Wu’s intelligence certainly didn’t fail to realize where he had gone.

A huge elevator instantly came to mind.

Then this elevator perfectly filled in the gap in the distance.

This place...

Is the High Tower.

The moment he realized this, all previous conceptions suddenly became chaotic.

The Well connects to the High Tower...

From the deepest layer of the Well, could one reach the topmost layer of the High Tower?

No... Does the concept of a topmost layer even apply to the High Tower?

If that’s the case, then when Alpha was in the Reverse Dimension state, and in the end, there was only the concept of moving upward left, was it because the direction ’up’ was Alpha’s obsession?

No... So why did it take Alpha seven hundred years to climb just a few floors?

I myself started from the third layer of the Well World and arrived at the fourth layer.

But some things before me suggested that the fourth layer of the Well World was a certain layer of the High Tower.

The ceiling above, made up of faces abstracted and exaggerated from human negative emotions, no longer had any gaps.

This meant, no ascent was possible.

Bai Wu felt it very strange.

In the process of thinking, he walked next to the Tyrant.

"It seems we’ve escaped a disaster," Bai Wu raised his fist.

The Tyrant, with a physique far bulkier than Bai Wu’s, still bumped fists with him.

He had transformed back into Bone Form, but that gnawing hunger at the ankle bones had disappeared.

At this moment, the Tyrant had come to recognize Bai Wu.

When Crimson died, Bai Wu’s grief and anger saved him.

He found redemption from thousands of years of drunken stupor and defeated Seven Sins with dignity.

To the Tyrant, it was almost like a dream, and Bai Wu helped make it a reality.

"But a new challenge has already started. You are an outsider; you must know some information, and you’ve been to the Pure Well District," the Tyrant said, looking at Bai Wu.

Clearly, he also felt something was amiss about this place.

He had never been to the High Tower, but he guessed a lot from the confusion in Bai Wu’s eyes.

Bai Wu nodded, understanding the Tyrant’s implication.

In the Pure Well District, Bai Wu had seen the revelation of the Sequence script, that someone would find the puzzle scroll, gather the Seven Sins, and unravel the secrets deep within the Well.

But now that Bai Wu had returned to a place that seemed to be the High Tower, the whole affair became mysterious.

Is this really the High Tower?

Bai Wu had always thought the height of the High Tower was beyond human imagination...

It was not infinite, but one could never reach the end. Those who tried to find the end would discover that the tower only grew taller.

However, at the moment, everything seemed to indicate that this was the High Tower.

A ceiling nine hundred meters high, and a massive gap.

But looking at the gap, Bai Wu felt something was off.

When Alpha was on the seventh layer, I had seen the ceiling of the sixth layer.

There was no such gap.

Yet the gap before me now fits with the elevator from my memory, just like pieces of a puzzle.

It’s too coincidental.

Or maybe it’s not coincidental, but something that I haven’t even thought of.

Many puzzles are hidden in Bai Wu’s heart, and he is eager to see what lies beneath the gap right now.

Yet Bai Wu still suppressed everything.

For he has some puzzles that he wants to solve with the help of the Tyrant.

Bai Wu slowly walked toward the gap as the Tyrant said:

"Perhaps we can explore the surroundings a bit."

Jing Liu is probably truly dead.

Bai Wu suddenly felt that this sentence should be said by Jing Liu to himself.

Taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling, Bai Wu’s mind gradually became clear.

"I have some questions."

"Go ahead, I’ll tell you everything I know."

"You and the Seven Sins, what exactly are you? It seems you are even more ancient than Alpha?"

The gap was still far away, and Bai Wu also slowed down his pace. The Skeletal Tyrant’s enormous body of bone, with eyes scanning the surroundings, occasionally glanced at the ceiling as well.

"We are the materialized products of emotions. We are the original inhabitants of the Well World."

This explanation was acceptable to Bai Wu.

He recalled the recent meeting with his mother, where there was no time to ask about many things in detail.

Bai Yuan’s plan had only a rough outline; the details were still unclear. Bai Wu asked:

"Why did you choose me?"

The question was short, but the Tyrant understood what Bai Wu meant.

"You were born in the world within the Well, but you carry the blood of outsiders. At the same time, the will of that guy who can contend with the Twisted Master is also within you. You are the most special existence, far more special than any Well Level, Semi-Evil Fallen, or genius with extraordinary talents, and all sorts of legends in your world."

The Tyrant was praising Bai Wu.

But to Bai Wu’s ears, it suddenly rang hollow.

"So it’s... another story of bloodline, how sad."

Bai Wu’s expression was calm, with a hint of self-mockery.

At first, he thought this story was about how he, possessing Prayle’s Eye, made a name for himself through his own talent amidst various explorations.

Then he kept overcoming various conspiracies, solving puzzles, and embarking on legendary adventures as an underdog.

But the further he went, the more like every anime protagonist he became, discovering he had a powerful father, discovering he had a powerful mother.

Realizing his birth was tied to many expectations.

People seeing this would say, oh, it’s like that again, it’s just cheating, how boring, how dull.

Bai Wu also felt this way, somewhat deflated.

The Tyrant chose him, Bai Yuan chose him, Jack of Spades chose him, all because of his uniqueness.

The Tyrant, as if a confidant to Bai Wu, actually sensed Bai Wu’s annoyance:

"But that is real."

Bai Wu stopped in his tracks. The twisted faces on the ceiling squirmed as if mocking something.

The Tyrant spoke:

"The idea that a nobody without background or anything special reverses their fate is quite nonsensical. Heroes are rare, and while people like to see heroes turn the tide, they seldom see the plotting and sacrifices made to create those heroes."

"Kid, maybe you feel that everything about you is meaningless because you are naturally above others..."

"But thinking that way would fail to honor those who have invested their hearts in you."

The Skeletal Tyrant was one who had actively chosen Bai Wu.

Bai Wu’s past, in fact, was clear to him.

Crimson would occasionally come to him to talk about some things.

When Bai Wu was born, the Tyrant in another level of the Well World felt a predestined opportunity.

And in the airplane, in the casino, in the campus of Baichuan City, in the battles of the Color Domain, he temporarily appeared in Bai Wu’s world and experienced some of Bai Wu’s memories.

"Bai Yuan could not give birth to a second you, and I don’t believe there is a second person in this world who could endure such torments of childhood without turning into a monster devoid of humanity."

"What do you think I saw in you when I chose you?"

The Tyrant and Bai Wu both stopped walking.

Bai Wu’s despondency and self-mockery stemmed from his realization that he had no talent, as if he was merely a successful accident of his father Bai Yuan’s experiment.

He couldn’t find those things... that belonged to him.

Especially after meeting his mother, he was touched by her protection, but also puzzled about the purpose of his own existence, as well as his mother’s. For what were they there?

Everything seemed like a game to Bai Yuan.

"What really belongs to me? Without them, how far could I have gone?"

The question was tinged with confusion.

"Friend, the experiences, decisions, and choices you’ve made up until now, these all belong to you. A warrior should not feel ashamed to fight with the legacy left by the previous generation."

The Tyrant, usually muddled, was exceptionally clear-headed at this moment.

"Kid, what kind of world do you think this is? To fight against the Twisted, how many generations have sacrificed themselves? Even now, your comrades are still considering how to combat that invincible enemy."

"You have already clashed with him and know how powerful the enemy we will ultimately face is."

"Be it lineage, legacy, talent, or even cheating, to expel the Twisted and to allow humanity to return to their homeland, some are willing to become demons, forsaking their rights as humans."

"How many people long for the unique nature you possess! Yet, you hesitate because your efforts seem insignificant? Confused because you received the legacy of the earlier generation?"

The Tyrant had reached Bai Wu’s side; his stark white bones made him look fearsome and angry, yet his words carried passion:

"If you feel that you’ve received something that doesn’t belong to you, that your achievements stem not from effort but the schemes of the previous generation... that it has little to do with your own will, then break that notion!

Take a step even more remarkable! Do things they couldn’t do!"

Bai Wu fell silent.

He could never have imagined that the guy who only knew how to roar on the third level—the one who just roared and roared—would say such things to him.

Having such an Evil Fallen Body... was not too bad. The level of his trash talk was not inferior to his own human self, as if a powerful ability had hindered a stand-up comedian.

Bai Wu suddenly smiled:

"You speak better than I do."

The Tyrant snorted:

"Hmph, I chose you because of your uniqueness. This uniqueness, the so-called ’bloodline theory’ you talk about, accounts for only a part of it. More of it is based on your performance later."

"Your choices and efforts so far are closely related to the previous generation, but without you, their will could not have progressed to this point."

"There’s no savior, only the outcome of generations of effort. Perhaps you too will fail... Maybe in the end, you will become like those you despise, beginning to torment those younger generations who look up to you with hope, bestowing upon them what you possess."

Bai Wu shuddered, cutting the Tyrant off:

"Stop, I’ve already got the picture in my mind, and it’s terrible. I better focus on getting through this..."

The Tyrant’s final words completely dispelled Bai Wu’s gloom because he didn’t want to end up like Bai Yuan, unable to win by himself, siring a son and leaving everything to him while he just sits back and watches.

In his mind, he even pictured himself with a charming smile, jabbing needles into his son.

Disgusting.

Today, Bai Wu was unusually full of doubt and confusion, but soon, these feelings dissipated.

Bai Wu slapped his face, clearing the annoyance and self-mockery from his mind.

The Tyrant was right. Choices, experiences, friends, and one’s own efforts should not be overlooked.

In fact, there were things the Tyrant hadn’t completely expressed.

He could have told Bai Wu more directly that Bai Wu’s talent and uniqueness would have allowed him to reach achievements no less than what he had achieved today, even without Bai Yuan.

The Tyrant was sure of this.

In truth, Bai Yuan hadn’t set his plans before Bai Wu was born.

It wasn’t that Bai Yuan had birthed Bai Wu because of some plan.

The reality was, Bai Yuan saw hope because of Bai Wu’s birth.

However, the Tyrant preferred to see Bai Wu accept the burdens from the previous generation.

Even if the little person inside him felt his dream of succeeding without relying on bloodline was shattered, he would still not waver from the path ahead.

That’s what he hoped to see.

The two of them set out once again, and soon...

They arrived at the breach.