Overturned Tower

When Russell's anger, fear and obsession reached their peak, a curtain of light flashed in front of Russell's eyes.

This is certainly not a system cheat.

Instead, the chip in the back of his head detected the possibility of his emotional overload and sent him a warning.

[Possible emotional overload detected, warning. Please take a deep breath]

[Warning: Emotional overload may cause sudden fainting]

[Please pay attention to maintaining the psychological safety of yourself and others. If you have any needs, please contact the Psychotherapy Association. It has been detected that you are about to land. The nearest psychiatrist is: Dr. White 13KM to the southeast. The contact information is...】

Russell's mind crossed to the right and canceled all those notifications.

Only the emotional overload warning in his field of vision kept flashing, and the relaxing music played in his ears - the piano sound of gavotte.

Bad Ri, who had his legs crossed, looked at Russell silently, tilting his head and thinking about something.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Russell closed his eyes.

"Self-Emotional Control" is a required course for all majors in every university, and Russell's score on this exam was S.

Soon, the green light dancing in his eyes faded away.

Bad Day then continued to speak: "I don't know. But I have a guess.

"These four members all joined the organization thirty years ago. They are all important logistics personnel, hiding on different islands, and living different lives. If we want to find commonalities among these four members, what they have in common There is only one communication partner.

"That's your father. The man codenamed 'Bishop', my former teacher.

"Twenty years ago, he betrayed the Tower of Babel and the Cyber ​​Church. He destroyed rare and rare historical materials as a form of surrender and received protection from Ampoule Biomedical. His whereabouts are still unknown.

"—I doubted him even though there was no evidence. Always suspected him."

The big white-haired dog with Samoyed as his spiritual relative looked at Russell and said word by word: "Since we have betrayed him once, why can't we do it again."

Russell was silent for a few seconds, then raised his head again and looked at Bad Sun.

As his thoughts flowed, he already understood the bad day and the purpose of the Tower of Babel coming here.

This is an exam. It's a one-time use.

Also - an invitation.

As Bad Day said, Russell is different from his mother...he has a chip.

Not only that, he also graduated from the most formal university. His graduate tutor was the dean of the School of Information Security and Intelligence Control and a technical executive of Sogo Group. His relationships are clear and clean and will stand up to any investigation.

And this clean identity is your own value.

and invitations to participate in revenge and join the organization.

Otherwise, even if his mother is also a member of the Tower of Babel, Bad Sun has no obligation to explain so much to himself.

"So," Russell said softly, "why should I join you?"

"Are you going to use force to force me? Or are you trying to convince me with some lofty ideals? Or are you trying to tempt me with generous rewards? Or simply, is this some kind of obligation engraved on blood?"

"Nothing at all."

To Russell's expectation, Bad Day did not hesitate at all on this issue.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly: "Because you are the child of the 'doctor'... Although there are traces of that man, there is no doubt that you are a good child.

"In this case, it's not us who come to you. It's you who will come to us sooner or later.

"before that……"

On a bad day, in this increasingly hypoxic environment, I didn't feel any discomfort at all.

He threw the frosty tea cup behind him. He threw his used cup through the gap in the glass.

He just chuckled and said: "I hope you haven't forgotten that there is a gangster on top of this empty boat.

"——Take your sword. It is a psychic weapon. Even if you have not awakened psychic powers, as long as you are qualified, you can still exert enough power to easily cut off the head of a young boy like you. That's it. Conceal the fact that you have awakened your psychic powers. Any emotion, as long as it is strong enough, can inspire it."

"But I don't know how to use a sword."

Russell felt that he had to make this clear to Bad Day. He took a deep breath and said softly: "I have never used weapons to fight with people."

Whether in his previous life or this life, Russell had never even fought with anyone. Not to mention killing with a sword.

Bad Ri just nodded: "I know. But don't be afraid, because I will help you."

"I need to use the previous one..."

Russell realized something.

Bad Day planned to swing his sword in front of the captain, and then he would use his psychic powers to kill him through the air.

...What kind of deceitful double act is this.

Russell frowned.

But Bad Day nodded: “Yes.

"Go quickly. That guy is still in the captain's cabin. Once he finds out that all his accomplices are dead and he can't run away, he might do something to the captain. In that case, the passengers of this airship may all It’s dangerous.”

Looking at Russell, Bad Ri raised his eyebrows and asked with a playful face: "You won't ask me, a wanted criminal who will be sentenced to death if he is caught, to appear in an upright manner when he can leave safely at any time. Come and kill the hijackers in front of others and save everyone?"

"……of course not."

Russell took a deep breath again: "I'm not the kind of guy who's good at being generous to others."

"That's good."

Bad Day smiled and stretched out his hand to pull Russell up from the ground, who was becoming more and more dizzy due to lack of oxygen. He was panting heavily and his hands were so cold that they turned blue and purple.

Feeling Russell's cold body temperature, Haori raised his eyebrows in surprise.

... Would you rather be frozen like this and endure the lack of oxygen than ask everything you want to ask?

But he didn't say anything at this time. He just helped Russell, who was dizzy, cold, and his legs were a little weak, to the door of the room. After opening the door, he ruthlessly pushed Russell into the corridor.

Bad Day braved the storm that roared like a ghost the moment he opened the door. With the same smile on his face, he waved to Russell and closed the door again.

The warm air in the corridor, under Russell's now cold body feeling, has become as hot as if he dipped his hand into hot water in winter. His right hand holding the dagger was so stiff that he couldn't use any force at all, and he couldn't even let go.

Russell pursed his extremely dry and cold lips and breathed in the fresh air.

After almost half a minute, Russell finally recovered.

His eyes were still a little dazed...but he couldn't wait.

Once the gangster determines that he is desperate, the lives of hundreds of people on the entire airship may be in danger.

He felt his heart beating rapidly...

Not just because of lack of oxygen...but also because of nervousness.

The opponent held a firearm, but he only had a mediocre short sword.

His newly awakened spiritual power seems to be only used for sneak attacks at the moment. His legs were already weak and it was impossible to resist the gun.

Their plan is simple. Just let Russell appear in front of people and pretend to fight with the opponent. And Bad Day will use his strange swordsmanship that can cross space to behead the gangsters in the captain's room across a corridor. If Bad Sun deceived him, or had an accident, or simply escaped early... then Russell would definitely die without Bad Sun's help.

but.

This isn't Russell's only way out.

Since Bad Day will not die due to reasons such as the airship falling, and he is not worried about being blocked here, he must have a way to escape from here before the airship lands.

If she didn't have the face to beg him, for the sake of her mother - Russell believed that he would definitely take her away with him.

With a 100% probability, just let yourself live.

Or take the risk of being instantly killed by the opponent... let everyone live together.

"—Come and be a hero, Russell."

Bad Day's voice rang in Russell's ears like an auditory hallucination.

"I'll go to hell with your dad..."

Russell gritted his teeth and couldn't help but cursed in a low voice.

He finally understood what the bad day meant.

As long as he appears in front of others, in the presence of others, and with the help of Bad Sun, kills the only remaining gangster... then the three people who died in his room in the same way will naturally become his merits .

Russell, who obviously doesn't know any swordsmanship and has never killed anyone, will become a "hero" in this way.

A very false hero. A phantom that can be shattered at the first glance.

…He was scared.

Russell was really scared.

Afraid that he would be directly shot to death by a nervous gangster, afraid that the captain would die in the fight and the airship would crash, afraid that he would mess up and leave hidden dangers for the future, afraid that bad days would deceive him and leave secretly.

Hundreds of lives - and your own safety. If you think selfishly, you may still have your own future happiness.

Retreat, failure, betrayal... any mistakes will lead to different forms of tragedy.

The huge psychological pressure made Russell's fingers numb, his legs weak, his breathing short, and his cheeks flushed.

His heart was beating fiercely, and he could even hear his own heartbeat and feel the vibration in his chest so clearly.

why me?

but……

Somehow, he couldn't turn a blind eye to this.

Russell clenched the dagger and staggered towards the captain's room.

As he rushed, the siren sounded.

His heart tightened.

...Are you late?

The airship suddenly shook and tilted violently - Russell, whose legs were still a little weak, was thrown to the wall on the other side by the inertia.

The pain interrupted Russell's random thoughts, but it also made him sober.

Without waiting for the airship to regain its balance, or for himself to calm down and regain his ability to stand upright, Russell climbed up on the ground without hesitation, holding on to the wall. He held the closed first-class cabin doors with his hands and moved toward the captain's cabin step by step.

The distance of less than a hundred meters seemed so long.

finally.

Russell gasped silently and stood quietly at the door of the captain's cabin, holding the dagger tightly.

——Then, the sound of the gun bolt being pulled came from inside very clearly.

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