Three Towers Game

Since Li Zaiyun was number one and chose his own face, his identity didn’t change, so Wen Xishu could call him by name.

This sentence was definitely the truth.

As the audience in the bullet screen kept verifying that this sentence was true, Li Zaiyun collapsed.

[Unbelievable, so there’s such a segment in this game.]

[I have to admit, I never would have guessed, it’s really Li Zaiyun.]

[I want to see him get electrocuted!]

Wen Xishu turned the tables.

By now, the audience had realized through several rounds of stark contrast the abnormal deeds behind the handsome and beautiful contestants.

In theory, the Cosmetic Surgery Family’s strategy was correct.

First, they united everyone else to form a unified front against Wen Xishu.

Especially by arranging an audience question segment to corner Wen Xishu into a dead end.

But by a twist of fate, the body swap didn’t include memory swap, allowing Wen Xishu to exploit the displacement to create a huge contrast.

At this moment, Li Zaiyun was engulfed in immense fear:

"Save me! God! Save me!"

He began to wail.

To him, the only entity that could change his situation was a God capable of determining people’s attractiveness.

But unfortunately—

Even God must follow the rules.

The viewers basking in the amusement of the bullet screens increasingly wished to see Li Zaiyun electrocuted.

When attractiveness lost its supposed power, Li Zaiyun’s previously rare... meter dropped.

At that moment, not only Li Zaiyun, but all the contestants found their meters dropping, albeit slightly, from full to somewhere between 95% and 99%.

It was just a slight decline.

But Wen Xishu’s meter dropped even further, as he almost completely disenchanted himself from superficial looks.

If someone were too attractive in times of war... they would likely be driven mad.

In times of peace, beauty might offer a window into different worlds or higher dimensions, but that’s all it does.

Only knowledge and strength remain true core competencies.

Moreover, this is the more terrifying Apocalypse Era, surpassing any war era.

After Wen Xishu’s maneuvering, several of the most handsome and beautiful individuals were successively overturned, and the audience also realized it might be more intriguing to watch ordinary people being abnormal than celebrities.

They no longer blindly adored good looks.

Instead, it was more a kind of playful irony.

Just like in a notorious incident in Wen Xishu’s past life concerning a certain infamous xx island, where people were uncertain if singers and athletes were toys for politicians...

But they relished in speculating and spreading such rumors.

Thus, a certain basketball King could be accused of being a zero, a singer allegedly toyed with since childhood... which was possible.

The present audience was no different; Wen Xishu had successfully captivated their interests.

Wen Xishu admitted he didn’t win with honor nor awaken the audience’s sense of justice.

He merely understood human nature.

Wen Xishu’s speech ended. He claimed absolute victory in this game.

When the camera once again focused on Li Zaiyun, preparing to judge him...

Wen Xishu delivered the final blow:

"Are you watching all this from behind the scenes? Since you can control memories, you must perceive my every move, right?"

"Good-looking people receive positive social feedback, while ugly people suffer unwarranted bias; if I’m not mistaken, this is what you experienced, right?"

"You are indeed useless. I thought that when you gained power, you’d save your past self. You possess the power to change appearances, to shatter certain prejudices, yet all you’ve done is repeat the abuse inflicted on you."

"Haha, are you trying to prove you deserve this?"

Sarcastic yet precise, mocking is most hurtful.

Wen Xishu’s mouth at this moment was a real Endless Blade.

"In this game, the audience is the one thing you can’t change—just like back then, preoccupied with public opinion, always feeling discriminated against, but in reality, no one cared about you."

"These people’s malice is not that important. You think you were ostracized by society for being unattractive. No, you simply had a weak spirit. Don’t blame your face for your shortcomings."

Wen Xishu’s voice wasn’t loud, but the hidden Cosmetic Surgeon could clearly hear him.

Especially as it was entirely focused on Wen Xishu.

These piercing words jabbed deeply into the Cosmetic Surgeon.

Simultaneously, Wen Xishu had guessed a truth.

The audience wasn’t real spectators. They were a conceptual entity named "Public Opinion."

Or it could be summarized as: societal views, societal judgment, societal perspective.

In the Cosmetic Surgeon’s view, the gaze of others was always filled with malice toward the unattractive.

Therefore, at first, the audience’s attitude was heavily biased against the unattractive.

But under Wen Xishu’s manipulation, these attitudes slowly changed.

This also affirmed the old adage—the way you view the world is how the world views you.

When you overly focus on your flaws, it seems like the whole world is concerned with your flaws.

The game continued.

Li Zaiyun was ruthlessly electrocuted.

Then, Wen Xishu suggested allowing the audience to directly ask a uniform question: "Are you the criminal for this round?"

Wen Xishu’s suggestion was accepted by the audience.

Those who were once admired for their looks had completely lost their "dominance" during the game.

Attractiveness’s power hit a freezing point at that moment.

Soon, Zheng Haoshu, who illegally invaded a residence, faced judgment.

The audience increasingly sensed dissonance—how did "Bai Yuxiu" end up stealing women’s clothes from someone else’s home?

By rights, Wen Xishu, cloaked in Zheng Haoshu’s appearance, should have been the one going to Bai Yuxiu’s house, no?

More and more viewers felt the logic was jumbled.

Wen Xishu also knew it was time to unravel the Magician’s final trick.

"I propose we ask a more explosive question—"

"Are you Bai Yuxiu?"

Wen Xishu glanced at the hideous Bai Yuxiu cloaked in Cui Minying’s skin beside him.

At this point, as the audience grew increasingly baffled by the logic, and speculated on certain possibilities...

Bai Yuxiu, wearing Cui Minying’s skin, declared:

"I am Bai Yuxiu!"

This time, instead of thinking she was insane, everyone started verifying it.

[Huh?]

[Did they swap faces?]

[No way, she is Bai Yuxiu?]

[I thought so, how did Bai Yuxiu’s demeanor change so drastically! The latter Bai Yuxiu even gropes herself, so indecent!]

Though the audience wasn’t real and merely a kind of "conceptual entity," making them accept face-swapping seemed absurd, but under Wen Xishu’s gradual manipulation...

The Cosmetic Surgeon’s biggest secret was still exposed.

At that moment, the audience completely lost their idolization of looks. After all, with face-swapping, first impressions became meaningless.

And Wen Xishu’s meter dropped to zero.

This game, in essence, was a tug-of-war.

The higher the meter value, the more dominant the Cosmetic Surgeon.

Admittedly, the Cosmetic Surgeon’s initial strategy was correct, but he underestimated Wen Xishu, whose surge reset the meter to zero.

And with the meter reset—

Wen Xishu’s face began to change.

He no longer had Zheng Haoshu’s face; his face began to morph back to his own.

Simultaneously, countless memories rushed into his mind.

It all came back to him.

The bunker, the apocalypse, Jicheng, An Rongzai, the Cosmetic Surgeon...

As past memories returned and with the complete disenchanting of attractiveness, Wen Xishu regained himself.

He finally understood why he could be considered as rich as a nation.

In a sense, even saying so was overly conservative.

[Congratulations on winning the contest and successfully obtaining an invitation.]

The invitation was obtained.

By this moment, Wen Xishu had passed the first test.

Indeed, the fearsome aspect of the Cosmetic Surgeon wasn’t the Deceit Tower but the real world.

In the real world, one who could change themselves, change others’ appearances, or even modify memories... held extremely great power.

But Wen Xishu was unafraid.

This time, Wen Xishu didn’t delay. Before being forcibly returned to the Land of Reception, he directly activated the invitation:

"Although I don’t know how formidable you are in Jicheng, if I can’t be killed in the Deceit Tower, then don’t even think of killing me in Jicheng."

The game was over, but instead of the audience’s bullet screen, Wen Xishu’s face appeared on the screen:

"It’s my turn to find you now."