Chapter 554
by post_apiChapter 554: Utopia Under the Night Sky
Tatsumi City.
In the world of Noah, there exists a singular city that has remained intact through the ages.
Known as the “Sacred City of Babel,” it is revered as the birthplace of the legendary Babel Tower. Over the decades, countless survivors from the Air Alliance braved countless dangers to reach this haven, their ultimate sanctuary.
Presiding over this city was Alan, known as the “Legendary Night Watcher.” One of the saints of Babel Tower, he commanded immense trust from the people.
At the heart of Tatsumi City stood a towering black spire. Inside, in a room high above, Alan stood by the window. Clad in the black uniform of a Night Watcher, he gazed out solemnly at the bustling city below.
Even as the world of Noah teetered on the edge of collapse, Tatsumi City thrived. Its millions of inhabitants lived without fear of hunger, cold, or danger.
It was a utopia under the night sky.
Alan turned away from the window, walking toward his desk. A stack of documents lay before him, and with a sigh, he ran his fingers through his hair.
He felt overwhelmed.
“What’s wrong? Upset again?”
A soft voice broke the silence. Amy, his wife, stood nearby. Her once proud and cold demeanor had softened over the years, replaced by a gentle warmth. She carried herself with the quiet grace of a woman who had endured much.
Amy approached Alan, her hands resting lightly on his shoulders as she began to knead away the tension.
“Over the years, Tatsumi City has relied entirely on you,” she said softly. “Thankfully, artificial intelligence handles most of the complex tasks. All you need to do is make decisions.”
Alan exhaled heavily. “And yet, making decisions is the hardest part. Most choices aren’t black and white. They’re riddled with contradictions, with both flaws and benefits.”
Amy nodded in understanding but pressed on with a different topic.
“And what about my proposal, Alan? Have you thought about it?”
Two years ago, Amy and her team of omnics successfully developed a large-scale time-space teleportation device capable of transporting a million people at a time to other worlds.
After rigorous testing and adjustments, the device was ready for use.
Amy proposed a bold plan: The Great Migration.
She argued that the people of Noah should leave this doomed world and settle in a new one, one she had already scouted—a vast, uninhabited land, perfect for building a new home.
But Alan had refused.
“Why?” Amy had demanded, her brow furrowing in frustration. “Don’t you want to save more lives?”
Alan shook his head. “I have my reasons. Noah’s world is crucial to the Savior of Babel Tower. I don’t know why, but even the Outer Gods desire it. We cannot abandon this place.”
Amy countered with a compromise. “Then why not move the civilians and let the Babel Tower warriors stay behind?”
Alan hesitated. “I need time to think. Honestly, I’m not sure if staying here is the right choice. I’m sorry if my persistence seems meaningless…”
His voice trailed off, burdened by uncertainty.
Amy sighed, her eyes filled with a mix of understanding and resignation. “I don’t care about others, Alan. I just want the three of us to leave together.”
Alan turned to her, his voice steady yet tinged with sadness.
“Take our daughter and leave this world. I’ll visit every month. But the Babel Tower warriors cannot abandon Noah, and I cannot forsake the Savior.”
“No!” Amy cried, tears spilling down her cheeks. “Once a month isn’t enough. It’s not enough!”
She clung to her husband, trembling with grief.
The Graveyard of Tatsumi City.
Amidst the greenery, countless tombstones rose like mountains.
In the early days of the apocalypse, even Tatsumi City could not escape tragedy. But in the past decade, its people had finally known peace.
The city had earned its titles: “The Holy City of Babel” and “A Utopia Under the Night Sky.”
Yet, for the saints of Babel Tower, there was no pride, only a growing sense of urgency.
Alan stood before three tombstones, lost in thought.
Etched on the stones were three names: Bai Yan, Red Moon, and Mike Williams—fallen comrades of the Babel Tower.
Without the Savior’s great power, revival was impossible.
Alan’s gaze lingered on Bai Yan’s tombstone, his heart heavy with unspoken sorrow.
“I found you… and then you disappeared again,” he whispered. “Life is so unpredictable…”
Despite the pain, Alan’s resolve remained unshaken.
“I will inherit your path. I will protect this world until the Savior returns.”
“You’re here.”
A familiar voice broke the silence.
Alan turned to see a half-elf
woman approaching. Her
golden hair shimmered faintly
under the moonlight, and her
blue eyes carried a haunting
sadness.
“Maryse,” Alan greeted softly.
“It’s been a long time.”
Maryse looked the same as
she had a decade ago—
youthful and angelic in
appearance. But her eyes
betrayed the weight of her
grief.
Since Bai Yan’s disappearance,
Maryse had become a shell of
her former self. Her once fiery
spirit was now fragile and
subdued.
“Do you think they’ll come
back?” she asked, her voice
barely above a whisper.
Alan nodded firmly. “Yes. They
will return. You must hold on to
hope.”
Maryse managed a bitter
smile. “Hope? I don’t even
know what that feels like
anymore…”
Maryse paused, then spoke again.
“I’ve summoned everyone for a
Babel Tower meeting. If
anyone has information about
the Savior, we need to act. I’m
at my limit, Alan. Even a sliver
of hope… I’ll take it.”
Alan’s heart ached at her
words, but he knew she was
right.
“The Babel Tower meeting…”
he murmured.
It had been over a decade
since the last one, and back
then, their faith had already
been shaken.
Now, with the Babel Tower
warriors scattered and their
leader absent, Alan could only
hope that this meeting would
bring some light to their
darkened world.
“Maybe… just maybe,” he
whispered, “we’ll find the
answers we’ve been searching
for.”