Chapter 545

Chapter 545: Epilogue

The Tree City

The Wise Ones’ Meeting

“Is it already over?”

“Finally, they came to a halt. The recent battle was… terrifying.”

The Wise Ones gathered, astonished beyond words. Moments ago, they had witnessed an earth-shattering event—a battle so grand it had the power to reshape Noah’s fate entirely.

A divine battle, true in every sense.

Even a minor slip from any participant could spell catastrophe for Noah’s inhabitants. Though the gods’ mastery of energy made such missteps unlikely, the implications of the conflict had shaken the Wise Ones to their core.

The Tree City’s inhabitants, proud of their technological advancements, had always believed in their ability to shape the world. But the upheavals over the past year—changes that turned the heavens and earth—forced them to confront their insignificance. Their technological marvels were mere toys before the overwhelming might of divine beings.

At that moment, the Nine Trees System’s alarm blared, echoing through every mind.

[Ding! The alarm sounds, signaling the beginning…]

[A divine power is approaching. Stay calm and attempt to meet the target’s demands.]

[Facing the possibility head-on: 0.0000013%.]

Confusion gave way to terror.

From the shadows emerged a

man dressed in black. His

curly hair framed a

mischievous smile, though his

eyes betrayed exhaustion.

“I am the ‘Profligate’ of Babel

Tower, the messenger of the

Savior of Babel Tower. I’ve

come to speak with the Nine

Trees System.”

The Wise Ones exchanged

glances, hesitating to respond.

Before they could, the man

raised a finger and smiled.

“Do not speak casually to me…

You are not worthy yet.”

A surge of divine power

blanketed the city. One by one,

the Wise Ones fell to their

knees, trembling. Among them

was Professor Bai Lan, the

creator of slimes, now

powerless before the

overwhelming presence.

In hushed awe, the realization

swept through the crowd.

This man was a deity.

Chord City

Bai Yan and Anomalous Star

stood at the city’s peak, gazing

over its expanse.

The battle had ended, but its

memory lingered. Bai Yan had

stepped out of his Nightsaber

possession, yet traces of the

divine experience clung to him

—a transcendence unlike

anything he’d ever imagined.

Now he understood. To a deity,

the line between the

extraordinary and the ordinary

blurred. Mortals, no matter

how powerful, remained

fundamentally different from

gods.

“Hmph, the Fate’s Strings

Master was wise,” Anomalous

Star remarked. “She foresaw

the outcome but chose not to

wait for it. Instead, she left

before the Doomsday Crisis

unfolded. A clever move.”

Bai Yan nodded, deep in

thought.

Though the Doomsday Crisis

had passed, unease lingered.

There was something about

Noah’s world—a secret that

continuously drew the

attention of Outer Gods.

“Perhaps the people of Noah

should migrate to another

world,” Anomalous Star

suggested.

Bai Yan frowned. Escape

wasn’t a solution. If the

multiverse fell, no refuge

would remain.

Tatsumi City

Under a clear sky, Tatsumi City

buzzed with life. Despite the

lingering dread, people

resumed their routines. Cafés

opened their doors, and

laughter filled the air, defying

the shadow of collapse.

In one such café, Bai Yan sat

across from Mu Ling.

“I don’t really like coffee,” Bai

Yan admitted, staring at his

cup of bitter black coffee.

Mu Ling smiled and tapped the

cup lightly. The liquid

transformed, its bitterness

replaced with a refreshing

sweetness.

“World listens to me now,” she

said softly. “But even with that

power, it comes at a cost…

Saving the world always does.”

Bai Yan sipped his drink,

marveling at the unique flavor.

“I can also hear prayers now,”

Mu Ling added. “But they’re

overwhelming. So, I sort them

—filtering for the most serious

ones.”

Her efforts to aid those in need

touched Bai Yan deeply.

“I want to know more about

you,” Mu Ling confessed, her

voice trembling slightly.

Bai Yan smiled. “Do you wish

to know how the Savior of

Babel Tower came to be?”

Mu Ling nodded, hanging onto

his every word.

Bai Yan revealed the story of

the Connector and the God of

Games—two mortals who

ascended by merging their

souls, becoming a singular,

formidable entity. Together,

they accepted the Outer Gods’

commission to save the

multiverse, creating the Babel

Tower in the process.

As Mu Ling absorbed this

revelation, she reached out,

placing her hand gently over

Bai Yan’s.

“I hope to always stand by your

side,” she said.

Bai Yan’s gaze softened. “Mu

Ling, how could I ever abandon

you?”

As night fell, Bai Yan lingered

alone in the café. He

transformed his coffee once

more, savoring its unique

flavor.

“There’s still much left unsaid,”

he murmured. “But perhaps…

not yet.”

Rising, he stepped into the

night, disappearing into its

shadows.