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Chapter 124: The Only Variable The heartless flames were consuming the street. They were relentless and merciless. Despite being flames, they did not offer any warmth of life but rather stripped away all the happiness that humans should have had. The agonizing screams and despair from the people reached the ears of the elven girl. The bag in her hand dropped to the ground. During this time, she had been too relaxed… beginning to play house with Mu Ling to find warmth. Like small animals licking each other’s wounds, if everything went well tonight, they might share their pain and shed tears of emotion. But this world was cruel. There was no time for licking wounds or confiding in the past. Maryse’s expression grew serious as she listened to the voice in her mind. [Psychic Dancer, you must face this battle alone.] [From now on, you must learn to stand on your own.] “Hmm, a long-awaited dream!” Maryse’s expression remained unchanged, still filled with seriousness. The flame demon before her had discarded its physical body and grown to over five meters tall! The raging fire continued to consume everything around them, while cries and screams echoed throughout the street. Gradually, the cries weakened until they faded completely. Only Maryse and Number Two, who had returned from Hell, remained. “You will be sent back to Hell by me once again. It will be no different.” Maryse stared calmly at the terrifying flame demon. “Hahaha, this time is different.” Its voice echoed like a howl from Hell, sending chills down one’s spine. The essence of the flame demon resembled a colossal human-shaped torch, pitch-black inside, constantly making explosive sounds as it burned. It gazed at the tiny elf as if it could reduce her to ashes with a single grasp. “This time, the Black Star has provided more sacrifices. Hahaha, I have manifested my true essence in this world and can unleash all of my power!” “Burning you to death is as easy as crushing a bug!” “Let me show you the difference between mortals and superior demons!” The terrifying power of the flame demon transformed into a torrent, sweeping fiercely toward the elven girl! Annihilation. The original elven girl vanished in an instant as the flames poured down and ignited the ground. Deep Red – Divine Punishment! Suddenly, Maryse appeared not far away, and with a flick of her small hand, several stones pierced through the terrifying body of the flame demon like bullets. But it had no effect. After using Deep Red – Divine Punishment, Maryse once again disappeared into nothingness. This demon was causing chaos, and soon, people from the Demon Hunt Agency would arrive. Did it not feel any fear? Maryse thought to herself, wondering if demons could really be so foolish. “Hahaha! You hid well, but is this the power granted by Babel Tower?” The flame demon laughed uncontrollably as its body inflated further, and the raging flames painted the sky in orange-red hues. Cloud of Burning. Maryse suddenly heard the voice again. [Psychic Dancer, this is another possibility for you.] Standing before Mu Ling was an old man dressed in a white tang suit, appearing to be over seventy years old with a hunched posture. His cheeks bore beautiful emerald-like eyes. That’s where the voice of “Mr. Mystery” was coming from. Speaking with your eyes? Mu Ling pondered. The old man was likely one of the senior believers, and “Mr. Mystery” had found a way to attach part of himself to him. “I am No. 4, from Heart City in the Air Alliance’s north.” The old man, with a hoarse voice, squinted and smiled as he slowly closed his wrinkled hand into a fist. “That is the birthplace of Flow of the Heart. Be cautious, little girl…” In the blink of an eye, the old man in the tang suit disappeared. Mu Ling was momentarily stunned. This was undoubtedly Flow of the Heart, and it was of high purity! The next moment, she opened Deep Blue World. Mu Ling noticed that the old man had arrived in front of her with a fierce expression, his clenched fist aimed at her abdomen. He was about to unleash the “impact”! Wait a minute? Mu Ling suddenly realized something. “Why? Why didn’t the Savior control my body this time?” When time resumed, Mu Ling did not retaliate immediately, but was shocked by one fact. Why was she able to move freely? After a brief moment of consideration, Mu Ling acted with suspicion and swung her black sword mercilessly, cleaving the old man’s body in two! Although the old man’s frail body was incredibly tough, like a specialized alloy, impervious to blades and spears, Mu Ling’s strike was unstoppable! “The ability to freeze time is truly extraordinary, but luckily I had used Flow of Heart – Vajra beforehand… huh.” How is this possible! Fresh blood gushed from his chest and abdomen as the old man stared in astonishment before collapsing. Mu Ling stood behind him, not at all surprised by the result. Repeated upgrades, constant training, and battles… though it had only been a little over a month… “I am completely different from what I used to be.” The old man passed away, his emerald eyes slowly losing their vitality. “So, you’ve reached this level… even I might not be able to defeat you easily.” “Next, it’s your turn.” Mu Ling gazed at the green eyes of the corpse beneath her, feeling that these eyes reminded her of someone familiar. Then, a familiar voice echoed in her mind, causing her to relax. [Nightsaber, you have done exceptionally well.] [But tonight’s battle has only just begun.] [I trust you. You can now stand on your own… go and fight.] [I will provide you with new opportunities, and in countless unavoidable deadly futures, there will also be a possibility for you to survive.] Time rewound by several hours. Inside the armored vehicle, Bai Yan put down his cellphone with an extremely heavy expression and let out a long sigh. The outcome of death. Time and time again, despite repeated attempts, the most perfect result could not be achieved. No matter what was done, the mission would ultimately fail. There was even a possibility that Babel Tower would be utterly destroyed if the game was not played properly. The Black Star Faction, who had been concealing their strength, revealed themselves in full force. The final level of the “Babel Tower” game event had been unlocked! “A Sleepless Night.” “Task Requirement 1: The number of deaths in Tatsumi City must not exceed 500 people.” “Task Requirement 2: Babel Tower’s Core Operators must not be completely wiped out.” “Task Requirement 3: Successfully prevent the descent of ‘Unleashed Dark.'” “Task Requirement 4: Kill ‘Mr. Mystery.'” The first two emergency tasks were only a prelude. A lot more would unfold tonight. He spent nearly half an hour trying… but was unable to reverse the final outcome. In the game Babel Tower, many situations in the second playthrough differed from the first, such as early appearances of card pools and various new functions. However, Bai Yan now understood one thing. The difficulty of the second playthrough was actually increasing, not decreasing, compared to the first. “Unable to win entirely through ‘playing’…” Bai Yan frowned deeply, thinking about his next move. If he just sat idly by, the outcome hours later would already be determined. Babel Tower would inevitably fail during the “Black Star Faction” event. During the first playthrough, he rarely encountered such a poor outcome, except in the “Doomsday Crisis” scenario. He never anticipated the second playthrough would be this challenging. “But there is still one way…” Bai Yan knew in-game methods wouldn’t be enough, so he would have to rely on methods outside of the game. Most people outside Babel Tower were part of the mission, seemingly trapped in a vast net called “Babel Tower,” unable to escape their fates as mere chess pieces. In reality, there was only one exception among the variables. “That’s me…” Bai Yan suddenly remembered the time when he killed the Dark Beast, which triggered a change in the mission and the entire game mechanism began shifting from there. The only person who could change the future set by Babel Tower was himself. Something had to be done. He couldn’t just sit here waiting for death! Bai Yan calmly got out of the car, glanced at his teammates who were distracted, and casually tossed a paper ball in the corner. He could change everything. Bai Yan remained silent, suddenly inhaling a hint of fragrance. “What were you just doing?” “Hmm?” Bai Yan was surprised and turned around to see a beautiful woman in a black evening gown and white hair. He remembered Merete Chambers had said she had other things to attend to, so he didn’t expect to see her here. Merete Chambers’ exquisite body almost leaned against him, with a radiant smile on her face. She smelled of gardenia—fragrant and sweet, like the freshness after rain with a touch of green grass. This was distinct from Mu Ling’s scent of cloves—refreshing, elegant, and pure. “Does it smell good?” Merete Chambers blinked and raised her fair arm with a smile, as if noticing that Bai Yan had caught a whiff of her scent. Bai Yan didn’t blush and simply replied, “Just average.” Merete Chambers smiled slightly, tilted her head, and continued, “I’m not wearing perfume. This is my natural fragrance. Do you want to smell it again?” Her gaze held a special charm that could captivate people. The witch still enjoyed playing tricks on others, but fortunately, Bai Yan knew her nature and was not easily swayed. “She probably didn’t notice my paper ball,” Bai Yan thought and shook his head. “Can’t you be a little more dignified?” Merete Chambers narrowed her eyes and said slowly, “It seems you’ve been in there for a while. What have you been up to?” Bai Yan smiled and replied, “None of your business, but I can tell you… I just had an argument with someone online.” “What?” Merete Chambers was taken aback. “I saw someone online claiming they had a little white dog dressed in black. It’s very friendly, likes approaching strangers and sniffing them. But yesterday, someone who dislikes dogs kicked it hard. The dog’s owner got angry and demanded compensation.” “Oh, you’re saying I’m a little female dog!” Merete Chambers narrowed her eyes, her tone suddenly cold, as if she were genuinely angry. But Bai Yan knew she was pretending. The witch had a strong resistance to pressure and wouldn’t get angry over trivial matters. After a brief moment of indifference, Merete Chambers suddenly smiled again and cheerfully spoke: “Well, actually, I don’t dislike dogs. If you have time, you can come over to my house. I have a lot of dogs.” “Since we’re the same kind, we should be able to play together. You and I will have a great time playing, little white dog.” Hmm, from what I understand, this witch probably wants to keep me like a dog and see how it goes… Bai Yan smiled without saying anything. Honestly, it didn’t matter to him how long he talked with her. His attention was mostly elsewhere. That paper, which was linked to Parasitic Threads, turned into a graceful butterfly and flew toward a distant city. Eventually, it landed in a deserted alley and gradually took on human form. After a while, a handsome gentleman with a Western face—completely different from “Bai Yan”—calmly walked out of the dim alley, smiling. He stepped into the light. This handsome man would change the tragedy planned for tonight and save the people who trusted him with his own hands. Bai Yan slightly tilted his head and adjusted his clothes. “You may call me… Profligate.” PS1: Volume 9 has been published on Amazon (https://amzn.to/3PlhR2W).