Ling Chen broke the jar.
That break seemed to carry a hint of anger.
Because not long ago, Ling Chen had a dispute with his brother.
Ling Fu said:
"You should lead by example, that way I won’t fall from my high position. The account just now, I haven’t settled it with you yet."
Ling Chen was confused:
"Brother... what did I do wrong?"
Ling Fu laughed and said:
"Do I need you to speak when I’m here? ’Let the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled die, better than letting young and capable people die.’ Ha, good brother, do you think you have strong organizational skills?"
Ling Fu’s smile frightened Ling Chen. He remembered his brother smiling like this when they were kids, then hitting him.
But in an instant, the cruelty in Ling Fu’s smile faded:
"But don’t be afraid, we are brothers. In this world, you are my only relative."
"You already went in once because you took the blame for me. So this time, let’s perform well and try to grab onto Wen Xishu’s leg."
"You saw Wen Xishu’s performance earlier. That person is on a different level from us. He has too many mysterious trump cards. Good brother, show some momentum, next, I need you to be able to lead by example like him."
Ling Chen couldn’t refuse his brother’s request, especially with his brother’s hand on the back of his head, like a caress.
He was very scared that if he said no, his brother would forcefully press his head to the ground.
So, Ling Chen, who had exceptional numerical talent, became the first one to open a jar in the team of elderly, weak, sick, and disabled.
That break carried a little bit of anger.
But the result of the break surprised everyone, including Wen Xishu.
A key.
When the jar shattered, what appeared inside was a key.
The silver key emitted a subtle white-silver glow, quite noticeable in the dim room.
Someone thought of what it was and tried to pick it up but was held back by the person behind them.
Whoever threw the jar, the item belonged to them, this rule must not be broken.
Wen Xishu looked and smiled. He did not expect to find such a thing here.
Ling Fu immediately locked his gaze on Wen Xishu:
"Lord Wen Xishu, your Anti-Magic Value is the highest. Can you tell me what this is?"
"From my observation, there doesn’t seem to be anything in this room that needs a special opening."
Wen Xishu nodded:
"This key is called the Escape Key. Drop blood on the key and you can directly..."
"Return to the original world, which is the Bunker we are familiar with, and within three hours, you won’t be sucked away by any vortex. It provides three hours of resistance to vortex absorption."
"Moreover, it can forcefully detach you from the Deceit Tower scene once. Only once. Of course, if you don’t use the key and keep it, then if you successfully return to the Bunker, the usage count of the key will become twice."
"It’s important to note that the key’s effect is considered an escape effect, not a clearance effect. So, the numbers on your login device will not change. You also won’t receive any rewards. It’s considered an emergency life-saving tool with a wide usage range."
Exclamations spread throughout the room. Isn’t this a Divine Artifact?
Although everyone’s definition of a Divine Artifact is different, in the eyes of those who still have a high level of fear and mystery about the Deceit Tower, this is a Divine Artifact, something that can save lives is a Divine Artifact.
Wen Xishu patted Ling Chen on the shoulder:
"This key is yours, you can choose to leave or stay."
What surprised Wen Xishu was, Ling Chen just looked at his brother Ling Fu, and then said softly:
"I’ll stay. I want to accompany my brother. And... can I freely dispose of the key? I want to give it to my brother. He is the owner of the key now. Can I?"
Wen Xishu nodded:
"As you wish, giving it away is also a way to handle it."
Wen Xishu didn’t seem to care outwardly, but he was very curious inside... what’s wrong with these brothers?
Why is the younger brother so afraid of the older brother? If they were NPCs in the Deceit Tower, even Gemini wouldn’t be interested, right?
Wen Xishu didn’t ask further.
Next, an old man with no tongue from the Ling Family Brothers’ team began opening jars.
The jar was light, after all, even mischievous children could smash it. The old man also lifted the jar and smashed it on the ground.
BANG! Everyone around flinched.
But soon, the old man showed both disappointment and relief on his face.
Wen Xishu’s rule was three people per team, two people responsible for recording, one person responsible for opening jars. All three supervised each other, and no jars were to be opened in private. Jar opening must occur in a crowd.
So beside the old man were two recorders. The two recorders said:
"Empty."
So there are empty jars too...
The crowd finally realized.
Wen Xishu felt it was reasonable. If every jar had something in it...
This would make the survival and death mechanism of this challenge too much. Over a thousand mechanisms would be overly complex.
As expected, the next three people consecutively opened empty jars.
Meanwhile... this moment, someone noticed something.
Because everyone was very hungry, it made everyone’s sense of smell extremely sensitive.
While people were focused on opening jars, the aroma of food suddenly filled the air.
Wen Xishu and others also smelled it.
"Ah, so fragrant bro, I’m starving!" Nissen exclaimed as he smelled the aroma.