Chapter 452
by post_apiChapter 452: The Birth of the Almighty
Bai Yan had known about the relationship between the two from the very beginning. After all, he had experienced it firsthand in the first playthrough of Babel Tower.
Elene stood frozen, her mind overwhelmed. The weight of the revelations left her disoriented and unable to grasp the implications.
“Am I the true form? What is she really saying?”
The person standing before her—the Almighty—should have been a golden-haired tyrant, the wicked ruler of the Giant Hive. Yet, here she was, bearing a face identical to Elene’s.
The Almighty’s eyes gleamed with malice. Her lips curled into a sinister smile as she spoke slowly:
“It’s such a wonderful fate, Nian… I never expected we would meet again like this.”
Elene frowned. Nian? The name meant nothing to her. Her memories insisted that she was an orphan adopted by her foster mother, the former “Elene.” Could it all be a lie?
The Almighty continued, her tone laced with venom:
“When you were caught years ago, I knew you weren’t dead. I thought you’d rot away in prison. But here you are, leader of the rebel army, allied with Babel Tower. Fate works in strange ways.”
Partridge stood motionless, her fear momentarily eclipsed by confusion. Even Bai Yan, calm and observant, muttered to himself, “Now this… this is getting interesting.”
Meanwhile, Mu Ling gripped her weapon tightly. She didn’t care for the Almighty’s dramatic revelations. Her only desire was to carry out the Savior’s will and strike down this enemy.
The Almighty suddenly fell silent, as though lost in thought. When she spoke again, her voice was sharp and deliberate.
“Nian, you’ve forgotten everything. Let me remind you why the former Elene took you from me.”
Elene flinched. Memories of her peaceful upbringing with her foster mother filled her mind. Could it all have been fabricated?
The Almighty let out a bitter laugh.
“The rebel army’s brainwashing machine did its job well. Your memories? False. Your parents? They didn’t die in some persecution decades ago. No, they were my parents too.”
With a flick of her hand, the Almighty summoned a glowing blue thread, pulsating with stored memories. She extended it toward Elene.
“See for yourself.”
Bai Yan’s calm voice cut through the tension.
“Don’t worry. She hasn’t tampered with it. I can guarantee that.”
Hesitant but curious, Elene accepted the thread. Pressing it to her forehead, she braced herself.
The Forgotten Truth
The memory unfolded vividly:
“She looks exactly like our daughter.”
“Yes, but she’s only a clone. Please don’t treat her as your child.”
“We understand. Only her organs can save our real daughter. We’ll adhere to the contract and remain emotionally detached.”
The Almighty’s first memory was not of love or family—it was of betrayal.
Her parents, employees of the Rock Morgan group, had created her solely to harvest her organs for their sickly daughter, Nian. They visited her only once before abandoning her to the cruel “pastures” of the Rock Morgan cloning facility.
In that inhumane laboratory, clones were treated as tools—trained, tested, and tortured. The Almighty was subjected to countless experiments, her extraordinary power growing stronger under relentless pain.
She finally escaped one rainy night, crawling out of a pile of corpses.
Free, but scarred, she sought the parents who had forsaken her. In the luxurious seventh level of the Ring City, she found them—living in blissful ignorance with her identical counterpart, Nian.
Nian’s life was everything the Almighty had been denied. A mansion, a garden, loving parents who doted on her every whim. Watching from the shadows, the Almighty felt both rage and envy.
Yet, when she approached Nian, something unexpected happened. Nian, kind-hearted and empathetic, listened to her story without fear or judgment.
“Let’s live together,” Nian had suggested, offering to share her life. The Almighty, naive and desperate, agreed. For one brief, shining moment, she experienced happiness.
But that happiness shattered when agents from the Rock Morgan group came knocking.
The Almighty had hoped her parents would protect her. Instead, they called her a monster. Their hatred and disgust crushed the last remnants of her hope.
Wounded and betrayed, she fled once more.
Transformation
Years of hardship hardened the Almighty. Forced into the shadows, she struggled to survive, eventually becoming an Explorer to pay off her debts.
Her life took a turn when she
discovered the Blood Luck, a
relic capable of rewriting
destiny. The Almighty didn’t
hesitate—she used it,
awakening her full potential.
Her transformation was
complete when she
encountered the annulus
civilization. Their enigmatic
message resonated deeply
within her:
“Everything is an annulus…
Everything has already been
decided.”
The Almighty embraced their
power, vowing to reshape her
fate and seize control of her
destiny.
Elene stumbled back, the
memory thread slipping from
her fingers. Her heart was
heavy, her mind spinning.
“This… this can’t be true.”
But deep down, she knew it was.
The Almighty’s voice brought her back to the present.
“Do you understand now, Nian? Why I hate them. Why I hate you. My very existence was their greatest crime against me.”
For a moment, the room was
silent. Then Elene
straightened, her expression
resolute.
“Perhaps they deserved your
hatred. Perhaps I did too. But
that doesn’t justify the
suffering you’ve caused to so
many others. This isn’t justice
—it’s revenge.”
The Almighty’s laughter
echoed through the room.
“Justice? Revenge? Call it
whatever you want. In the end,
it’s power that defines right
and wrong.”
As the tension reached its
breaking point, Bai Yan sighed
and muttered,
“Ah, another philosophical
debate. Classic Almighty.”
The battle that followed would
decide more than just the fate
of the Giant Hive—it would
determine whether the
Almighty’s vision of a twisted
utopia would endure.