Chapter 131

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Chapter 131: Waiting

“Deep Red – Divine Punishment.”

Bai Yan placed his palm firmly on the male elf’s chest, applying “super acceleration” to his upper body.

“Boom!”

In an instant, the upper body shattered, leaving only the lower torso, with blood and body fragments scattered everywhere.

A death too horrific to behold.

With a grin, Bai Yan advanced toward the next target, the enigmatic man.

“You are a monster. I’ve realized it; you are a monster in the truest sense!”

Abner, weakening by the second, retreated within the workshop, confusion and fear flickering in his eyes.

He knew that the other half of his body was consuming his soul. Once the soul was entirely burnt, even the remaining part of him would be no more.

Meanwhile, he faced an enemy he couldn’t possibly defeat.

Abner was desperate to find a way out, but the gap between him and his opponent was insurmountable.

The “Profligate” compound-type monster had abilities akin to every member of Babel Tower, along with remarkable combat intellect, and no apparent weaknesses.

“Oh, so you think I lack weaknesses?”

Suddenly, Bai Yan spoke aloud, voicing Abner’s thoughts, causing the latter to grow even more serious.

“Being unable to exploit alternative timelines, perhaps that’s a flaw… No, merely a ‘shortcoming’.”

Bai Yan murmured to himself as usual, his smile giving an impression of warmth, but to Abner, it felt chilling and laden with malice.

Whether in his Fallen Angel form or tapping into psychic powers, Bai Yan couldn’t utilize them fully at the moment.

This was to be expected, as his “Power Possession” was still not at its highest potential—a fact Bai Yan understood well.

Without warning, Bai Yan smiled and clapped his hands softly. Abner stiffened, expecting an explosion, but nothing happened.

Bai Yan grinned mockingly, saying, “How many more tricks do you have? What else do you have up your sleeve? Come on, show them all! I want to enjoy it.”

Deep Blue World.

In the blink of an eye, Bai Yan appeared behind Abner, effortlessly crushing his skull with a single finger.

It wasn’t a fight.

It was a one-sided slaughter.

Dark Beasts emerged from the shadows, charging at Bai Yan, but their attacks only landed on a metal chair in a dimly lit office.

“Crack.”

The Reanimation Spell… In an instant, Bai Yan swapped places with the metal chair.

Why was this so-called “Profligate” humanoid monster so formidable? Was there really anyone below the Crown level who could threaten him?

Abner was deeply shaken, realizing that his opponent wasn’t just powerful, but utterly invincible.

Moreover, this man…

Took delight in it!

The other was savoring the slaughter, which sent a deep chill down Abner’s spine. This was a particular kind of sadistic cruelty.

Once, Abner had been the one in the “hunter” role, but now he realized that the one before him wasn’t merely a monster—he was a complete lunatic.

As the Dark Beasts continued to charge, Bai Yan calmly cycled through various Core Operator abilities, shifting seamlessly between offensive, defensive, and reconnaissance powers.

Be it combat prowess or strategic flexibility, Bai Yan lacked nothing: Deep Blue World, Deep Red – Divine Punishment, Substitute Puppet, Explosive Balloon, and Sensing Curtain…

Abner’s eyes began to fill with fear. “Profligate” was by far the most dangerous enemy he’d ever encountered.

He was not just invulnerable—he was also enjoying every moment of it.

After being killed repeatedly, Abner realized that his end was unavoidable. “It’s over…”

His emerald-green pupils began to dull.

Once his soul was entirely consumed, Abner’s body lay still, lifeless, without any regret or defiance.

In his final moments, there was no desire for vengeance or acknowledgment of his past mistakes.

Bai Yan’s grin slowly faded as he watched his opponent lose all vitality. The calm and indifference he felt took over.

This was the end.

The factory’s wreckage and bloodstains were the only signs of the destruction, yet Bai Yan felt neither exhaustion nor discomfort. Instead, he experienced a strange clarity.

After some thought, he made a critical decision: in the future, he would embrace the “Profligate” persona more openly and confront cultists.

It wasn’t just about relieving stress—it was about solidifying the identity and ensuring his power was real.

“I think I’m getting a bit too carried away. Not good, not good.”

Bai Yan shook his head, feigning reflection.

He made his way to the basement hidden beneath the factory.

In the pitch-black basement, a massive altar lay surrounded by strange markings left by the cultists.

Bai Yan squinted, eyeing it.

“Disappear.”

One red balloon after another materialized around him. Soon, a massive explosion would obliterate all the evil.

Before igniting the balloons, Bai Yan pulled out his phone and glanced at the screen. His eyes flickered.

“Maryse…”

The chaotic city, filled with cries and fear, was gradually brought under control by the forces of order.

The Night Watchers and two neutral factions swiftly neutralized Abner’s remaining forces, bringing an end to the conflict.

The sudden turmoil in Tatsumi City came to a close.

In a department store, Lin Bian, who had already wiped out all the Dark Beasts, shook his head.

He holstered his gun and turned to Alan, speaking calmly.

“I didn’t expect the Black Star Faction to be so troublesome. They delayed us here for quite some time. At least nothing catastrophic happened. That’s the only silver lining.”

Lin Bian narrowed his eyes. “But Tatsumi City is going to change drastically after this.”

Alan stood in silence for a long while before responding with a somber nod.

“Yes, people will never view the Otherworlds the same way again. The divide between the Otherworlds and the real world will no longer be a reality in this city.”

After a long pause, Alan exhaled.

He turned to look out of the department store’s floor-to-ceiling windows, taking in the destruction that had ravaged the city. Many lives had been lost, many families torn apart.

“By the way, the Babel Tower operatives are active again. Apparently, they took this opportunity to eliminate Mr. Mystery.”

Lin Bian mentioned casually.

Alan acknowledged it with a quiet nod, his voice calm as he responded.

“Babel Tower is a righteous faction. The Demon Hunt Agency should look to cooperate with them, not oppose them.”

“What did you say?”

Lin Bian raised an eyebrow, giving Alan a surprised look.

“Teacher, the Demon Hunt Agency isn’t strong enough to fully protect the city. We need more power, and Babel Tower is our best option for cooperation.”

Alan turned to face him, his gaze firm and unwavering. He spoke without hesitation.

From now on, Tatsumi City’s relationship with the Otherworlds would no longer be one of separation but integration.

The mysterious beings—Night Watchers, vampires, cultists—had begun to make their presence felt more openly. The line between the two worlds was becoming ever more blurred.

In this battle, the Black Star Faction’s influence in Tatsumi City was eradicated.

At the same time, tensions began to rise within the Demon Hunt Agency regarding Babel Tower.

Evening.

In Maryse’s safe house, with the lights off, Mu Ling sat in silence.

Why hadn’t Maryse returned yet? What was she up to?

Mu Ling pondered, unsure. After all, Mr. Mystery was dead, so there should be no immediate danger to Maryse.

By the time she had shaken off those common people, Tatsumi City was already under the control of the Night Watchers, and once the Black Star Faction was completely wiped out, everything had fallen into place.

“Today, there were so many things I wanted to say, but…”

In truth, Maryse had become Mu Ling’s only peer and friend after she lost her former status. They had planned to have dinner together tonight.

Even with everything happening around them, Mu Ling refused to cancel the meeting.

Maryse, after all, had always been whimsical, rebellious, lazy, and in some ways, incorrigible.

A sudden cancellation didn’t surprise her.

“If Maryse were my daughter, I’d probably have to punish her,” Mu Ling mused.

“Maybe she’s just busy with something…”

In the dimly lit room, Mu Ling sat in silence, waiting for Maryse’s return.

Time passed slowly.

The ticking of the clock echoed through the stillness.

After what felt like an eternity, there was a subtle noise. The girl got up, went to the refrigerator, and poured herself a glass of ice water.

She set the glass down and sat again, contemplating in the darkness.