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    Chapter 162: The Fourth Meeting

    The fourth meeting of the Babel Tower convened as planned.

    Beneath the radiant, pure-white metallic throne, four dense black mists emerged. Slowly, they coalesced into familiar faces:

    Nightsaber

    Psychic Dancer

    Mysterious Magic

    Cybertyrant

    They stood respectfully, the weight of the moment palpable.

    “Respected Savior, we meet again.”

    “It is truly a pleasure to see you.”

    Mu Ling, still dressed in her men’s court attire with her cropped hair, lowered her head. Despite her desire, she couldn’t bring herself to address the Savior as intimately as Profligate once did.

    A quick glance at her companions confirmed little had changed—except for Maryse.

    Maryse, in a strikingly revealing tribal outfit, approached with a playful smirk.

    “Sister Nightsaber, you look stunning in that outfit!”

    Embarrassed, Mu Ling froze, acutely aware of her attire. She fidgeted internally, wishing she could vanish on the spot. Despite her discomfort, her commanding appearance didn’t go unnoticed.

    Maryse squinted, sly curiosity gleaming in her eyes. Is it tailored… or a family secret? If given the chance, she resolved to ask.

    Amid the pleasantries, Mysterious Magic broke the tension.

    “Respected Savior,” he began, his voice heavy, “I have a question.”

    Bai Yan’s gaze sharpened.

    “It’s about a friend—a very close friend. Is he still alive?”

    Silence hung thick. Bai Yan hesitated. Bai Yan, as he was once known, no longer existed. A direct answer would be cruel.

    Instead, he offered a riddle-like reassurance:

    [He has temporarily left the city.]

    [You will meet again someday—there is still hope.]

    Underneath his mask, Alan’s face lit up. Relief coursed through him.

    “Thank the heavens,” he thought. “Bai Yan, wherever you are, I’ll find you.” Determination hardened his resolve.

    The conversation shifted when Amy, sitting in her wheelchair, raised a pressing question:

    “I noticed a massive golden palace in the skies above our city. What is it?”

    Bai Yan responded without hesitation:

    [The Golden Palace. A divine relic of Babel Tower, wielding immeasurable power.]

    The explanation stunned the group. A floating fortress, capable of global annihilation, was no small matter. Its divine aura and untouchable nature were undeniable.

    Amy probed further, her curiosity unyielding:

    “Won’t it attract unwanted attention? Strong individuals seeking to investigate?”

    [Mortals cannot approach it.]

    The Savior’s words left no room for doubt. Amy nodded thoughtfully.

    Bai Yan then issued a decree:

    [New areas within Babel Tower are now accessible. Chant “The Library of Ruina” or “The Heart of Babel Tower” to explore them.]

    Mu Ling’s heart leaped at the announcement. At last, the Savior acknowledged them fully! She maintained a stoic demeanor, though her joy threatened to spill over.

    Meanwhile, Maryse wasted no time.

    “I’ll go first,” she declared, silently repeating the phrase in her mind: “The Library of Ruina.”

    In an instant, Maryse found herself in a vast, dark expanse illuminated by cascading golden light. Towering bookshelves stretched endlessly, laden with tomes of unfathomable knowledge.

    A disembodied voice greeted her:

    “This is a library that records all truths—past and present. But all knowledge comes at a price.”

    Maryse hesitated, then asked:

    “Did he… ever truly love me as a daughter?”

    “The answer will cost you one

    year of your life.”

    Without flinching, she replied,

    “I accept.”

    Back in the hall, the group

    watched Maryse vanish. Amy

    was next.

    Repeating “The Heart of Babel

    Tower”, she found herself in a

    long, white corridor.

    She explored the rooms,

    discovering unassuming

    spaces until she reached the

    Doors:

    A pitch-black door.

    A heart-engraved pink and red

    door.

    A gray-white door etched with

    magical symbols.

    A silver-white door resembling

    a mechanical chip.

    Amy’s instincts led her to open

    the silver-white door.

    Behind it was the 115th floor—

    the familiar Night Union. The

    sight brought a pang of

    emotion. She tested the next

    door, belonging to Mysterious

    Magic.

    To her shock, it revealed a

    sunny street—Tatsumi City.

    Her breath caught.

    “What does this mean…?”

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