Chapter 549
by post_apiChapter 549: The Truth of Bai Yan
Before the Second Doomsday Crisis unfolded, Bai Yan sought clarity. He ventured deep into his own heart, probing the depths of his soul in search of the truth about himself.
In the vast ocean of his consciousness, fragments of memories emerged—remnants of the Connector and the God of Games. These figures, both consumed by madness, were devoid of emotion, driven solely by their insatiable desire for power.
Their subordinates? Disposable.
Their bloodline? Merely tools.
To them, people were not followers but slaves, sacrificed at a whim.
Though they claimed to seek salvation for the multiverse, their intentions were ultimately selfish—rooted in their own survival and ambition.
Bai Yan began to see the stark contrast between himself and them.
He was born of their actions, his powers a consequence of their dark deeds. Yet, he was fundamentally different.
Even as he carried their remnants within him, Bai Yan knew: I am not like you.
At last, Bai Yan uncovered a crucial fragment of memory—a revelation left behind by the Connector and the God of Games. Within it lay the truth of the Savior.
The Savior had long ceased to exist, reduced to ashes. Bai Yan wasn’t the destined Savior but a creation born from the remnants of a failed fusion.
When the Connector and the God of Games tried to merge and give birth to the Savior, their egos clashed. Neither would yield, and their violent struggle led to mutual destruction.
The Savior, the being they sought to create, appeared briefly in a fleeting moment—only to crumble into nothingness.
What remained were fragments, shards of divine energy. And from those remnants, Bai Yan was born—a miraculous accident, an anomaly beyond fate.
He turned to Mu Ling, his voice calm and honest.
“I am not the Savior they envisioned. I am debris. I am ashes. I am the result of coincidence—a peculiar being born from the remains of a fallen Savior.”
Mu Ling listened in silence, her gaze unwavering as he spoke.
Bai Yan continued. “The Babel Tower never recognized me as its true Savior. From the start, it knew I wasn’t the chosen one. But it had no choice—it needed to continue the game to survive.”
He paused, his eyes softening. “The life I’ve lived shaped who I am today. The fragments of the Connector and the God of Games within me wanted control, but I am not them.”
For the first time, Bai Yan laid everything bare, revealing his true identity. There were no more secrets—no more masks.
Mu Ling took a deep breath.
She remembered that night, the one that had nearly destroyed her. And she remembered the hand that had saved her, pulling her from despair.
Bai Yan had restored everything she had lost—her dignity, her strength, her future, her hope.
“No matter who you are,” Mu Ling said, her voice steady, “you are the Savior of Babel Tower. You are the Savior of the Noah world.”
Her voice softened, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “And to me, you are my only Savior.”
At that moment, the sky darkened.
Not with the night, but with the absence of stars.
Mu Ling looked up, her heart gripped by an immense, inescapable fear. She sensed it—an overwhelming presence, unlike anything she had felt before.
Dozens of Outer Gods descended upon Noah’s world.
The Lord of Ashes, master of
chaos and destruction.
The Eternal Nightmare King,
ruler of dreams.
The Watcher of Chaos, born of
darkness and madness.
The Ancient Spirit, master of
strangeness.
The Wild Waves, symbol of
evolution.
The Womb of the Sea,
representing birth and
reproduction.
Weird Evil, essence of aging
and sickness.
The Obscure Changer, wielding
the power of light and
shadow.
The Hollow Giant, emperor of
emptiness.
The King of Deep Blue, veiled
in mysteries of color.
The Fearsome Devourer, born
from the Black Abyss.
The Colorless King,
immortalized by war and
weapons.
Twelve Outer Gods. Each a
force of unfathomable power.
Mu Ling trembled as she
realized their intent. In a
matter of minutes, the Noah
world would be annihilated,
reduced to nothingness.
She whispered, “Why now?
Why at this moment?”
Beside her, Bai Yan remained calm.
“Because the ultimate seal has
been broken,” he explained.
“The Rainbow’s ancient
sacrifice, the Ultimate Witch’s
seal—it has finally failed. The
Outer Gods no longer need
intermediaries to destroy this
world. They can act directly
now.”
Bai Yan’s thoughts drifted back
to a peculiar dream. In it, an
elegant man appeared,
claiming to represent the
“Master of Ceremony” and
another Outer God, “Origin.”
The man was warm, polite—
almost human in demeanor.
But Bai Yan knew better. This
was a mighty Outer God, one
of the Three Pillars.
The man’s words lingered in
Bai Yan’s mind:
“The Babel Tower was meant
to create a Savior. But the plan
failed from the start. You,
however…you are a miracle—a
hope beyond fate. Out of all
our failed plans, you are the
one who might succeed.”
Bai Yan took a deep breath, a
faint smile on his lips.
“This world must not fall to the
Outer Gods. Noah is the
foundation of the multiverse. If
they claim it, all worlds will
collapse.”
He turned to Mu Ling, resolve
in his voice.
“There is only one way to stop
them now.”
The Black Eagle Seal—a Ruin-
level Relic, forged to defy even
the Outer Gods.
Its power was immense. Its
cost? Unthinkable.
But it was the last hope for the
Noah world.