Three Towers Game

Lin Su and Park Min-a, these two people stuck in the middle of the looks spectrum, were like passersby right now.

In fact, Lin Su also had her own share of sin, and that crime—was murder.

Lin Su had a twin younger sister. The two of them looked very alike, and precisely because of that, it felt like everything in her life had to be split in half and given to her sister.

First it was their parents’ love, then toys, friends, besties, and even men she liked.

Her sister was always able to wedge herself into her life.

Lin Su herself was very pretty too, not as stunning as Bai Yuxiu, but definitely a beauty in the eyes of the public.

Yet just because she had a sister, she felt her life was unfortunate. As if anything at all would have half of it snatched away by her sister.

One day she got into a relationship, only to realize that this relationship was full of her sister’s laughter and chatter as well.

In that moment, she was furious.

In the end, her sister died.

In this world, no one shared the same face with her anymore.

As for Park Min-a?

Her crime was betrayal. For money, during a dinner party, she let her friend—who was prettier than her—drink a glass spiked with a date-rape drug, helping a chaebol’s young master get his way.

Park Min-a got a sum of money, but after that... she never heard from that friend again.

But Park Min-a felt no remorse.

Because she kept questioning inside: Why?

Why was it her friend who got liked by others, why was her friend born good-looking?

Inside, she was satisfied, because that friend who was better than her in every way... had vanished.

Lin Su and Park Min-a also went along with Wen Xishu’s statement, barely talking; and even when they did, they steered the questions toward judging Zheng Haoshu.

Because Li Zaiyun and Bai Yuxiu’s shells were too good-looking, and because Zheng Haoshu and Cui Minying’s shells were too ugly...

People in the middle, whether delicately pretty or just somewhat good-looking, simply didn’t catch the audience’s eye. The extremes on both sides made them look like generic faces.

Everyone was happy to move on to some more exciting segments.

Like zapping the criminal until they were half-dead.

And so, very soon, it was time for the chicken to be slaughtered as a warning in this first-half-Heaven, second-half-Hell show—the sacrificial chicken Bai Yuxiu—to speak.

Bai Yuxiu just kept shaking her head. Even after being electrocuted, disheveled beyond belief, with yellowish and whitish fluids spilling out, her mind barely clear...

Her craving for beauty still made her keep talking:

"I’m Bai Yuxiu! I’m the real Bai Yuxiu... My face was stolen! My face... was stolen!"

To the Bullet Screen viewers, "Cui Minying" was already crazy.

The real Cui Minying watched Bai Yuxiu wearing the ugly face she once had...

She only felt it was surreal, and she was delighted.

I finally became someone good-looking!

Now I’ve turned into the kind of person I always curse at in the comment section! I was supposed to be this kind of person all along!

Just like some people aren’t against the rich, they’re against other people being rich while they’re not; Cui Minying wasn’t disgusted by good-looking people, she was disgusted by others being good-looking while she was ugly.

"The old me, and the person who once shared a body with me, can both go to hell!"

The game quickly moved into the judgment phase.

Because now, it was Wen Xishu’s turn to speak.

[Judgment! Judge him hard!]

[Finally, it’s this ugliest bastard’s turn. He’s finally going to get punished.]

[The electric chair somehow doesn’t feel that thrilling to watch...]

[This show is insane!]

[He’s definitely committed the crime, right?]

Bullet Screen comments streamed by line after line; Wen Xishu didn’t frown, instead he pretended to be relaxed.

"Hahahahahahaha..."

Wen Xishu first let out an exaggerated, unrestrained laugh, like Doflamingo reading the paper in a Navy prison.

This reaction took everyone by surprise. Not only was he not terrified, he didn’t even try to defend himself first; instead, he burst out laughing.

Like he’d found some kind of top-tier amusement.

The situation right now was actually very bad. No one knew what Wen Xishu was laughing at.

Wen Xishu himself didn’t know either—but not knowing was exactly right. Because in his current position, any attempt at defense would be useless, would only be judged as guilty.

So he had to produce a completely unexpected reaction to grab the audience’s attention first.

[Don’t tell me he’s gone crazy too?]

[Doesn’t look like it, though. That laugh... doesn’t seem manic at all.]

[What is he doing, what’s so funny!]

[Looking that ugly, does he think laughing will make him attractive?]

The Bullet Screen’s attention really did start to get drawn in.

From the moment Cui Minying started talking, Wen Xishu had been thinking strategy, analyzing the situation.

"Strategically, I can’t directly expose the face-swapping. Because if I do, my situation will be the same as Bai Yuxiu’s—who’s already been electrocuted into a daze."

"Everyone will just assume I’ve lost my mind."

"And besides, the others are basically all beneficiaries of beauty, or at least people who haven’t lost out because of it. I also have to consider that whoever’s behind this probably set them up to collectively target me."

"So... having the audience verify whether the face swap is real is meaningless at this stage. There’s a high chance they’ll ignore what I say and go straight to judging me."

"Next, based on previous info, these viewers are like idol stans, lacking any spiritual dimension, easily swept along, with a certain slave mentality."

"And they think with their lower bodies... They readily slide into looks-worship. But the essence of looks-worship... is really just another form of worshipping the strong."

"That’s bad, since they’ll easily turn Li Zaiyun and Zheng Haoshu into their idols... but it’s also good. As long as I display a certain kind of strength, I can enslave them in reverse."