My Cell Prison-Chapter 1237 - 1236: Pawn

The mysterious person sitting between the cliffs, fishing,

was wearing a white suit that didn’t conform to "The Tombs."

Moreover, Han Dong wasn’t seeing things; the fishing rod in their hand could truly reach the starry sky, as if they were engaging in ’Interplanar Fishing,’ though it was unclear what they could actually fish out.

The mask worn on the face of the mysterious person

was the Vortex Mask that Han Dong was all too familiar with, found throughout the Black Tower... and it was the white vortex that symbolized the ’upper echelons’ of the Black Tower.

"You are! The Administrator!"

This was not the expected Moon God, not some Mythic Body being.

It was the Administrator from the high levels of the Black Tower that Han Dong had met beforehand.

At first, when Han Dong chose the task file for "The Tombs."

Because the world numbered M-0031, "The Tombs," belonged to the early ’Self-created World’ rather than an ’Outward-recruited World.’

The Administrator responsible for the self-created worlds from M-0001 to M-0100 would conduct an interview with Han Dong.

The Administrator Han Dong had met in the middle zones of the Black Tower was the very mysterious person fishing at the peak of Moon God Mountain... quite possibly using some perfect avatar technique.

"I really didn’t expect you to make it here... Mr. Han Dong."

Before Han Dong could pose his question, the executive continued,

"Given the current situation and the information you’ve gathered, can you deduce ’the answer to the problem’?

Don’t rush, since you’ve made it here, you should be able to answer such a question... there’s no need to directly ask me."

The executive’s words pushed back the questions Han Dong wanted to ask.

He sat cross-legged, circulating his internal energy.

As fatigue gradually faded, his body began to float.

Reflecting earnestly on the series of events he had experienced, he recalled some conversations back in the Black Tower.

"Before you set off, you will have a brief conversation with a high-level Black Tower member... This person in charge of the worlds from M-0001 to M-0100 will influence whether or not you can go to M-0031."

"The Black Tower stipulates that when a world’s relatedness falls below 10%, a special task force will be dispatched to suppress it. If suppression fails, world annihilation will follow."

Considering again some of the peculiar scenes in "The Tombs" world.

The Floating Corpse Country, the excised lands, and the out-of-control phenomena that affected the entire world.

At that point, Han Dong arrived at an unpleasant supposition.

"Could it be that I’ve been used?"

Seeing that the executive was still fishing, Han Dong could only continue,

"The one being used probably isn’t just me.

Even including the employees from the previous teams who died, right? The Black Tower’s prescribed suppression limit shouldn’t be as low as 10%, it should be around 20% or even higher.

Yet, the "The Tombs" under your management has not been suppressed, because there have always been employees performing related tasks internally.

And these employees, like me, came here through an interview with you, the Administrator.

As for why the Administrator would risk potential demotion, or even censure, to do something like this, "The Tombs" must hold a very special significance for you.

If I’m not mistaken, "The Tombs" is in a ’promote state’, right?

However, such promotion is abnormal and would be labeled by the Black Tower as ’Out of Control’."

As Han Dong presented this series of suppositions.

The executive slowly put down the fishing rod,

and with hands clad in white gloves, began clapping,

offering high praise for the ’answer’ Han Dong had provided.

"You’re very smart, worthy of an individual from world number [S-01], and I must say the Fight Club folks have a good eye – they’ll try to dig through any participant with decent credentials.

Your answer is mostly correct; I indeed ’used’ you.

By leveraging your ’unique origin,’ I was able to convince the higher-ups in charge of suppression to let you attempt to cleanse ’The Tombs’."

"But I assure you, every word I’ve spoken to you is the truth... as long as you can achieve your goals, you can gain more than you’ve ever imagined."

Hearing this, Han Dong still wasn’t pleased.

Being a pawn, feeling manipulated, was for him more unbearable than physical torture.

The executive continued, "Indeed, there is fault on my part, but wasn’t it you who made the initial choice?"

"Yes, so I am not dissatisfied... only, would you, Master Administrator, kill to silence someone?"

Han Dong raised a critical question that he was currently most worried about.

Considering the death of the Black Tower’s employees and the secret information he currently possessed, the likelihood of being silenced by the executive was significant. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

In the blink of an eye

The familiar territory enveloped him, and the unstoppable white ooze had already crept up over his calves.

In the blink of an eye, the executive’s palm gently rested on Han Dong’s shoulder.

This touch, for a moment, brought Han Dong a sense of release; he felt no fear of death, only a hint of regret... after all, he had finally attained a certain status in the Demon World, and his estate was entering a stage of full development.

But death did not come.

Instead, a thread of vital energy infused into his body, fully restoring the stamina he’d expended climbing.

"Why kill to silence you?

I should thank you for choosing ’The Tombs’ at the critical moment, buying the Tomb Lord some time and sparing me some trouble.

You underestimate me... even if the situation here went public, the Black Tower would at most give me a ’notice of criticism,’ and of course, a five-thousand-word handwritten self-reflection report is also inevitable, which would be bothersome for me.

Furthermore, do not attribute the employees’ deaths to me.

Their deaths have nothing to do with me at all.

Of course, their ’deaths’ are not due to a lack of strength but another situation, which you would do well to be wary of."

"Another reason? Thank you, Administrator... Senior."

"Senior," I prefer that term.

The Tomb Lord, the young man, called me that the first time he climbed the mountain... and for that reason, I had a good first impression of him and allowed him to carry on."

The term "Tomb Lord" had been mentioned twice, and Han Dong didn’t need to ask to guess that it must be the root of the world’s descent into chaos.

"Senior, do I need to continue to buy time?"

Now that things had been made clear, Han Dong went ahead and asked.

Although being used was uncomfortable, if this allowed him to establish a relationship with a Black Tower executive, it was worth it.

Suddenly, the executive posed an entirely unrelated question:

"Have you seen a movie called ’The Matrix’?"

"Hmm? Yes, I have."

"There’s a scene in it that’s absolutely classic. Just now, I had a sudden inspiration. As a reward for your climb, I’d like to offer you a similar ’opportunity.’"

With a wave of his hand.

The white ooze that reached above his knees constructed a white sofa, as well as a white circular table placed between them.

Sitting across from him, the executive slowly extended his arms, and his clenched fists gradually opened—

In his left palm lay a blue pill,

In his right palm lay a red pill,

"Swallow the blue pill, and it all ends.

I will see to your departure from ’The Tombs’ and settle your account.

After all, the time you’ve fought for should be about sufficient... I remember that you chose ’The Tombs’ because you wanted two Talent Points.

I’ll add the deed of ’climbing’ to the world information you’ve gathered and will try to argue for two Talent Points.

Of course, you must understand what Talent Points really are, as this will have some impact on your subsequent development."

"Swallow the red pill, and the journey continues.

I will pull some strings for you... to give you a glimpse of how deep the ’Rabbit Hole’ is."