"See you next time."
Wen Xishu waved his hand, then his consciousness began to spin.
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The Bunker, Three Towers Academy.
In the principal’s office, Albert was on the phone:
"What’s it to me? There’s a bunch of miserable people in the Bunker who, because their lives are too tragic, are likely to become highly mutated targets... Why are you reporting this to me?"
"When dealing with livelihood issues, why didn’t you consider today’s possibilities?"
"Just because others are living a miserable life and are filled with resentment, you plan to lock them up? Discover signs of mutation and just kill them?"
"Fuck your mother, you idiots at the Bunker Security Bureau!"
Albert rarely lost his temper like this.
Not long ago, at the bottom level of the Bunker, a child named Luo Xin had seen his parents die in the Slaughter Tower. The relief fund of six hundred credits he was supposed to get each month was embezzled... He was filled with hatred.
His body started to mutate.
This quickly caused panic, and Luo Xin’s final outcome was death.
After the Security Bureau intervened, the situation quickly calmed down—Luo Xin was executed before he could turn into a stronger monster.
Then, the head of the Security Bureau called the Elder Council, obviously seeking guidance on what to do next.
The Elder Council passed the buck and told him to find Albert, saying Albert was the overall commander of humanity against the Great Devourer.
So this head of the Security Bureau approached Albert and offered his suggestion:
"We can use the level-seven facilities on the sixteenth floor to assess everyone’s living standards, thereby identifying potential mutators."
"We can’t let them keep mutating and polluting the Bunker like last time..."
"We should detain the poorest people, and if there’s a possibility they might mutate during this process, we’ll execute them and release them after the Great Devourer ends. What do you think?"
That’s the suggestion from the head of the Security Bureau.
Albert, after hearing it, was genuinely furious, with an urge to fly down to the sixteenth floor and kill him on the spot.
Albert didn’t care about livelihood; he cared about climbing the towers, how to get more people in the Bunker who could challenge the Three Towers, that was his desire.
He also knew that the governance of the Bunker was not good.
But Albert also knew that changing policies and directions... would those people necessarily do the right things instead of the easy ones?
He could only choose to believe in his old friend Old Jin, that he would handle certain things well.
At the same time, he only cared about one thing, the new students entering the Three Towers Academy each year. As long as there was no interference, that people from the lower levels could enter the Three Towers Academy by showcasing their talents.
But this time, Albert was still very angry. He didn’t expect these idiots to openly put forward such a solution of directly killing people.
What, does eliminating the poor mean physically eliminating them?
"What you should be doing now is stabilizing people’s hearts, not thinking about killing them to reduce the number of mutators!"
"Bad reputation? Ha, you’re killing me, you know you have a bad reputation. So find ways to fix it rather than using these stopgap measures!"
At this moment, Wen Xishu suddenly appeared.
Albert was stunned for a moment, then his tone softened considerably, obviously feeling much better all of a sudden:
"Forget it, I won’t bother with you, idiot. One more thing, if my informant tells me you tried to use that method to solve the mutator issue, I won’t hesitate to clean house in the Security Bureau."
Saying this, Albert hung up the phone. The head of the Security Bureau on the other end immediately cursed the Elder Council under his breath...
He was actually just conveying the Elder Council’s intentions, but it now seemed the Elder Council knew how Albert would react and let him take the blame and get scolded.
If things went wrong, it would probably be his head on the chopping block.
The bureaucratic games played by those old foxes were beyond his ability to counter.
In the principal’s office, Albert let out a hearty laugh:
"Hahaha, I didn’t expect you to come back at this moment, that’s great. Tell me, did you bring back any new facilities this time?"
Albert actually thought, this kid is really a freak, coming back from the Deceit Tower again.
But as usual, although he grew rapidly, it couldn’t change the harsh situation they were in.
Still, it was a good thing. He decided to pour Wen Xishu a glass of wine:
"It’s been hard on you, have a drink first; this is a wine I’ve kept for thirty years."
Albert randomly made up a number because he had no patience to keep a bottle of wine for thirty years.
Wen Xishu regretted that Jabbar’s hot towel wasn’t handed over, and went straight to the point:
"Principal, you seemed quite angry just now. How about some good news? My Anti-Magic Value has broken through fifty points."
"Oh, that’s really worth congratula... huh, wait a second, what...?"
Albert stopped his hand while pouring wine, causing red wine to overflow from the glass.
"How much did you say?"
"I’ve reached fifty-one points in my Anti-Magic Value, but as you know, I can’t tell you the reason. Also, the wine is overflowing, old principal." Wen Xishu said with a smile.
Albert noticed he had indeed lost his composure.
In front of this young man, he had revealed a look of utter bewilderment.
"Unbelievable, unbelievable... Even for you, to reach this Anti-Magic Value, it would normally take at least eight or nine projects..."
"How did you manage to break fifty points all of a sudden?"