Chapter 109
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Chapter 109: Seniority
This was a new persona that Bai Yan had concocted for himself.
Through the power of Power Possession: Replication, he effortlessly entered the forum and fabricated a non-existent character.
Even “Cybertyrant” could not uncover his specific information or origins, because he didn’t actually exist.
A brand-new identity—
“Profligate.”
Bai Yan had already thought about the real-life image of “Profligate” and didn’t want him to remain just a character on the forum.
By using the Disguise Mask, which could alter one’s appearance, Bai Yan could effortlessly create a new, alternate visage.
He wore a classical black robe, with black hair and brown eyes, resembling a Western man more than Bai Yan did.
His slightly curled hair framed a handsome face, with deeper contours than Bai Yan’s, giving him the air of a noble scholar.
His actions and manners were elegant yet exaggerated.
“Bai Yan” had a stereotypical Eastern face, at least in Alan’s perception—
A college student who loved playing games and had nothing to do with nobility, elegance, or scholarship.
All of these choices were deliberate.
Bai Yan had carefully crafted this identity to be as different from himself as possible.
He even considered acquiring a monocle…
This was “Profligate.”
An elder, with a more talkative, proactive personality—
Someone who enjoyed happiness and excitement far more.
In the forum, someone quickly responded to the unexpected, uninvited guest.
“Nightsaber: Are you also a member of Babel Tower?”
“Profligate: Yes, but I joined much earlier than you. I have been following Mr. Savior for many years. The number of worlds He wants to save is countless, and I have been active in different worlds for many years.”
He actually referred to the Savior as “Mr.”!
This senior must indeed be very familiar with the Savior—
And their relationship must be close.
Offline, Mu Ling sat on her white bed, holding her phone in her hand, lost in thought.
“Perhaps one day, I too can gain the recognition of the Savior…”
She didn’t doubt the authenticity of the stranger’s identity.
After all, the great Savior watched over everything that happened with Babel Tower’s members.
If this person were an imposter, the Savior would have exposed him immediately.
In other words, everything “Profligate” said was true.
“X: You were not newly recruited by Babel Tower. Why the decision to join us?”
“Profligate: Because you may encounter some difficult things to refuse. Mr. Savior has decided to provide a guide for you.” “He”?
These words stirred waves in everyone’s heart. Finally, they confirmed what they had suspected all along—
The Savior was indeed an ancient and powerful god, just as they had imagined.
Although they had expected it, hearing it directly still shook them.
“Psychic Dancer: Guide? Welcome, welcome! Hello, senior! I am the most well-behaved and adorable!” My goodness.
Her true nature was exposed immediately in the forum. Bai Yan silently watched but did not respond to Psychic Dancer’s comment. “Mysterious Magic: So, when we are in danger and difficulty, can you come to help us?”
Bai Yan pondered for a moment, then gave an immediate response.
“Profligate: I am currently involved in a very dreadful war in another world, and it is difficult for me to spare much energy to interfere in your… ‘trivial matters’.”
“Profligate: I will only dispatch my clone when it is necessary to intervene and offer assistance in your world… but my clone possesses only a fraction of my true strength. Do not expect too much.”
Ah, how delightful! Finally, I can talk more! Playing the role of the Savior was suffocating me! Now, I can say whatever I want!
Well… not everything. Bai Yan’s words and actions left enough room for himself—
No matter when “Profligate” appeared or disappeared, no matter how much strength he showed, he could always come back smoothly.
“X: I have always had doubts and want to ask here—why is the Savior so great but cannot solve the problem personally?”
Bai Yan had memorized the answer to this question dozens of times.
“Profligate: The Outer Gods possess unmatched power. Why don’t they simply descend upon the world?”
“Profligate: The fragile multiverse has already done its utmost to restrict the arrival of great beings across various worlds with rules. Even the Savior is not exempt.”
“Profligate: If He wants to descend upon the world, it is not impossible, but every time it will come at a cost. And you are not yet worthy of His doing so.”
“Profligate: He wants to combat the threats posed by many great beings. Trivial matters are not worth the effort and cost.”
The group completely accepted this explanation.
If this magnificent being truly descended in His real form, the “Rainbows” would likely have a stress response, and the entire world might be turned upside down…
Their petty actions were totally unworthy of the Savior’s direct intervention.
“Profligate: By the way, Mysterious Magic, Mr. Savior asked me to give you a message…
Beware of the witch.”
Beware of the witch?
Offline, Alan froze in his bathroom, phone in hand.
He nibbled his fingers, immediately becoming nervous.
Why should I be careful of the witch?
This so-called “witch”—could it be referring to Merete Chambers?
What’s going on?
“Profligate: Her essence is a thirst for control, a true witch. Hiding in the Demon Hunt Agency is just a temporary measure, and she will eventually betray the Demon Hunt Agency…”
“Profligate: This so-called ‘Demon Hunt Agency’—it seems to be a force or organization in your world?”
“Mysterious Magic: Hmm. Demon Hunt Agency. Everyone here has heard of this force that protects order, but I don’t know the specifics.”
Heh.
You’re still pretending with me, aren’t you?
Your true essence is a liar, right?
Sigh… The world has fallen into moral decay.
Although, to be fair—
I probably haven’t scammed people any less than you have.
Bai Yan couldn’t help but grin, knowing that Alan was trying to distance himself from any association with the Demon Hunt Agency.
“Profligate: Oh, I see.”
“Profligate: That witch possesses a ‘terrible Relic’. Although it appears to be a civilization-level Relic, it is actually a higher-level existence—
A fragment of a ‘Ruin’-level Relic.”
Bai Yan deliberately revealed the Moon Witch’s secret to Alan—
Partly to avenge her secret investigations—
And partly just to vent his anger.
On the other hand, he also wanted Alan, Lin Bian, and the other Night Watchers to keep a close eye on Merete Chambers, ensuring that this individual would not recklessly cause any trouble for him.
Once he was exposed, he always felt that there was a high probability of being imprisoned by the witch.
It was better to avoid that kind of development.
“Nightsaber: What is a Ruin-level Relic?”
“Psychic Dancer: I’ve only heard of Civilization-level Relics… Is it a more powerful and formidable level?”
“Profligate: The so-called ‘Civilization-level Relics’ are the remnants that naturally occur after the destruction of a civilization in the multiverse. They are indeed very powerful, but there are many relics of this level throughout the entire multiverse.”
“Profligate: However, there are only 27 ‘Ruin-level’ Relics that correspond to 27 Outer Gods.”
“Nightsaber: No, there are only 24 Outer Gods in total.”
“Mysterious Magic: Perhaps he didn’t make a mistake, and there are three Outer Gods that we don’t know about?”
“Profligate: That’s exactly right.”
As the venerable predecessor of Babel Tower, he knew an astonishing amount about the secrets of the multiverse!
When “Ruin-level Relics” and the 27 Outer Gods were mentioned for the first time, everyone was shocked and had a special feeling—
It felt as if they had joined the ‘high-end’ circle, stepping into the core of the multiverse itself.
Intelligence and information were invaluable.
And yet, the senior was disclosing so many secrets for free.
Both Mu Ling and Maryse couldn’t help but develop a favorable impression of him.
After all, they were just newcomers to Babel Tower—
While “Profligate” was undoubtedly a veteran warrior, someone who had fought in countless worlds for years, defeating enemies beyond their imagination.
Such a powerful predecessor could easily become their guide.
“X: The intelligence provided by our predecessors is very valuable. I feel that it cannot be provided to everyone ‘free of charge’.”
“Mysterious Magic: Do you have any ideas?”
“X: Well, fair trade can promote everyone’s enthusiasm. Therefore, it would be better for us to establish a trading system in the forum. Just now, I conducted a trade with ‘Nightsaber’, and the Savior didn’t stop me. Obviously, this approach does not violate the rules of Babel Tower.”
Her execution ability was extremely strong.
Just after speaking, a new trading system popped up on everyone’s phone.
This left no room for opposition from anyone.
Within the trading system, everyone had their own “selling” and “buying” options.
Unlike the original bartering system, “Cybertyrant” had thoughtfully designed a “credit” mechanism, making transactions more convenient.
Everyone’s starting credits were the same—
Except for “Profligate”, who had 400 extra credits, an obvious reward for the secrets he had just revealed.
“Profligate: Hmm, your idea is not bad. Let me evaluate the value of the items for trade. To ensure fairness, I will not participate in transactions between you and will only provide information free of charge.”
The next moment, all of his points were reset.
This was something Bai Yan had done using the power of “Cybertyrant.”
“X: Alright.”
“Psychic Dancer: I agree as well.”
“Mysterious Magic: Agreed.”
“Nightsaber: I have no objection.”
Sigh.
Offline, the incomplete girl, living in a cramped room, let out a slight sigh.
She had originally planned to formulate the rules of the forum herself—
To evaluate the worth of deals and information on her own.
However, “Profligate” had already spoken in that way—
And he had even mentioned “fairness”.
Now, it was impossible for her to say “no”.
Otherwise, her intentions would be too obvious, and it might reduce everyone’s favorable impression of her.
In reality, Bai Yan, playing the role of “Profligate”, had already seen through the girl’s thoughts.
“Cybertyrant” was often praised as a gentle, strong, and rational figure—
A person akin to a mother or a good teacher.
However, she always displayed a certain degree of control—
A trait that could be considered a personal flaw.
“It seems there are only wrongly chosen names, but no wrongly chosen nicknames,” Bai Yan muttered to himself.
“Mysterious Magic: I have some important information to offer about ‘Mr. Mystery’ and ‘Black Star’. Who wants to know?”
Bai Yan was slightly taken aback.
He knew that “Mysterious Magic” was baiting them—
But someone was bound to bite.
“Nightsaber: I want to know.”
