Chapter 343

Chapter 343: The Colorless Rain

Bai Yan smiled, then suddenly paused.

He sensed a power surging from the deepest part of his soul, unexpected and without warning.

Here we go again. It wasn’t the first time this happened—where he suddenly grew stronger.

In the months since the Doomsday Crisis, Bai Yan had noticed this strange phenomenon, where, for no apparent reason, he would experience bursts of strength.

Before this, Bai Yan had always thought that once he reached a certain level, his strength would plateau. But now, he realized that it was nothing more than an illusion.

In truth, there was still a long way to go before he could reach the “Potential Apocalypse.”

At this very moment, Bai Yan felt as though he was gently touching a threshold.

But what was the cause of this sudden strength?

The only way to truly harness this newfound power was to understand its origin.

“Hello, hello, what are you thinking about?”

Maryse noticed that Profligate, or Bai Yan, had suddenly become distracted and called out to him, her brow furrowed with concern.

But Bai Yan didn’t hear her at all.

He was too absorbed in his thoughts, realizing that he was only a step away from the “Apocalypse.”

The current version of himself had unlocked the ability to merge “game” and “connection” together for more profound use. He could now access the underlying data of the “Babel Tower” game—not just reading it, but utilizing it for much more.

Bai Yan’s excitement grew.

He knew that things were about to change in ways he had never experienced before.

“What’s wrong with you? Why did you stop talking all of a sudden?” Maryse asked, her voice tinged with fear.

Though Red Moon had vanished completely, she still feared that Profligate might have been affected in some way.

Bai Yan simply shook his head, smiling gently. “Hmm, I’m fine. Just lost in thoughts about the past.”

“What happened in the past?” Maryse asked, intrigued.

Bai Yan, with a glint in his eye, began to fabricate a story. “Traveling through the vast world, saving countless innocents,” he continued, weaving a tale from nothing.

Maryse seemed to believe him completely. There was no reason for her not to, nor did she feel the need to seek proof. She instinctively trusted him.

“Tell me more,” Maryse urged.

“Do you want to listen?” Bai Yan hesitated for a moment, but the story was not ready yet.

“I really want to,” Maryse pressed eagerly.

“Really want to listen?”

“Mmmhmm.”

Maryse nodded enthusiastically, her face lighting up with anticipation.

“I’ll tell you later,” Bai Yan replied with a faint smile before turning and vanishing without another word.

Maryse was left standing, confused and alone, gazing at the encroaching black mist. She understood now why Profligate had left—there was no more time for idle conversation.

“Oh no…” Maryse muttered, a feeling of dread creeping over her. “It’s all because of the Savior…”

Elsewhere in the city, Aurora and Chris, captains from two different worlds, continued their tense “confrontation.”

“You wanted to collaborate, but I don’t know if I’m the right person to decide… because I can’t make those decisions,” Aurora said gently.

She had only recently joined the Babel Tower, and was uncertain about her role. She didn’t know who these knights were or what they stood for.

Good or bad? She wasn’t sure.

However, beyond the individuals themselves, could the Babel Tower truly decide whom to cooperate with? She was an adult now, and the weight of the situation made her cautious.

“I’m sorry, I’m just an ordinary member of Babel Tower. I don’t have the power to make those kinds of decisions,” Aurora explained honestly.

Chris fell into deep thought, nodding slowly. “I understand… but I hope this won’t be the last time we collaborate.”

Unable to hold back, a brown-haired knight spoke up. “Captain, the divine oracle’s message is clear: The Savior of Babel Tower is actually an evil god disguised as a benevolent deity. Be careful not to be deceived!”

The others chimed in. “Don’t be fooled by appearances.”

Indeed, many cult followers could do good works, only to further a much greater evil.

However, when Chris was questioned, he remained silent. He seemed resolute in his belief in the Babel Tower, despite the divine oracle’s warning.

His companions were growing anxious. They had no idea what was influencing their captain’s stubbornness. In a world where divine authority ruled, Chris’s defiance of the oracle seemed nothing short of scandalous.

“Captain, what’s happening to you?”

They were worried. Though Chris held a high position and respect, everything he had was given by the gods. The Savior of Dark Light could strip him of it all in an instant.

At that moment, a familiar voice, the Savior’s, echoed in Aurora’s mind.

[United, they are able to gather everything, saving countless worlds from despair.]

Aurora paused, quickly understanding the deeper meaning of those words.

She turned to Chris, who was not far away, and smiled. “Actually, I think… he would support cooperation,” she said calmly.

Then, with a serious tone, she faced the black-armored Knights of the Divine Blade.

“…The Savior of Babel Tower is not an evil god, but a rescuer!”

“I hope you no longer disrespect Him! Our actions are to bring hope to everyone and free the world from suffering, without doubt or slander!”

Amid the white mist, Mu Ling took a deep breath, retracting her two shadow clones.

She almost lost her balance, her body swaying slightly.

“I’m so tired… Turns out the physical and mental energy expended is three times as much…”

After her recent surge in power, Mu Ling had rarely felt this exhausted. She wanted nothing more than to sleep immediately.

Yet, despite her fatigue, she had single-handedly defeated six Grand Priests of Dead Silence in a short amount of time. The efficiency was astonishing.

Dead Silence, the largest cult in Noah’s world, had taken a massive blow, the loss almost unfathomable.

But Mu Ling had done it. With the aid of the “Babel Tower” game, she achieved what seemed impossible.

Her character card reflected her success.

“The Exterminator of Evil Cults”

Mu Ling sheathed her knife and sighed. “So, it’s finally over… at least for today.”

She waited silently as the black mist swirled around her.

Suddenly, Mu Ling turned, sensing someone’s gaze.

Though she couldn’t see who it was, she could feel it—someone was watching her. Her instincts went on high alert.

That person… was very strong. Possibly even stronger than the Chosen for Eternity, Glofield.

Who could it be?

Mu Ling’s vigilance intensified.

At that moment, a dark mist enveloped her, and she realized she was about to be transported away.

But the threat wasn’t over.

They attacked.

Mu Ling instinctively activated the Deep Blue World, freezing time around her.

To her astonishment, rows of transparent “water droplets” appeared just a meter from her.

These droplets, resembling rain, seemed to exist solely for themselves.

Water?

Mu Ling’s intuition screamed that something dangerous was about to happen.

These “raindrops” were not

water, but an incredibly unique

substance—something that

didn’t exist in reality.

The mist had frozen in place,

and soon time would resume.

The droplets would touch her.

Mu Ling’s instincts screamed:

Touching them would be fatal!

Without hesitation, she

retreated, her speed

unmatched as she dashed a

kilometer away in mere seconds.

Time resumed.

The droplets surged forward,

faster than the eye could track.

Mu Ling didn’t hesitate. She

sent her shadow clones ahead

to absorb the hits, but the

droplets passed right through

them, continuing their pursuit

of her.

How could this be?

Mu Ling quickly realized: The

droplets only affected beings

with souls. Things without

souls would simply pass

through.

The droplets were closing in

faster than she could escape.

In the blink of an eye, one was

nearly upon her.

And when it touched her, the

consequences could be

disastrous.

Mu Ling wasn’t sure what

would happen, but she wasn’t

willing to risk it.

What could she do?

She kept accelerating,

speeding through countless

buildings, but the droplets

followed like a shadow.

Finally, one touched her… but it

was her shadow clone, not

her.

“That was too close…”

Mu Ling breathed a sigh of

relief, but the black mist had

already surrounded her again,

and the familiar transportation

was imminent.

She turned to face the

droplets.

Automatic tracking?

Cold sweat beaded on her

forehead as the droplets

continued to close in.

She was just a few

centimeters away from being

caught.

Without the ability to freeze

time again, she would have

been hit.

What kind of power is this?

Who was behind this?

Just as Mu Ling froze, she

realized she had been lured

into a trap.

The “Water Drops” increased in

number, covering the sky.

Mu Ling was surrounded, with

no escape in sight.

In an instant, the droplets

would unleash their deadly

effects.

Mu Ling stood at the center of

the crowd, unable to escape.

And then, just when everything

seemed lost…

A voice, elderly yet

commanding, echoed across

Annottales.

“Wall.”

A massive black wall of light

rose, shielding Mu Ling from

the Colorless Rain that

descended.

The faithful followers of the

Savior, kneeling in prayer, were

the ones who had created this

wall of protection.