Chapter 161
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Chapter 161: “The Golden Palace” Appears in the Clouds
What was that?
A golden palace?
Why would something like that appear in the sky, here, above this city?
At this very moment, people in Tatsumi City gathered in disbelief, their eyes fixed on the heavens.
A massive, magnificent golden palace shimmered among the clouds. Resting in the sky like a celestial fortress, its radiant brilliance seemed impossible to ignore. This sight would etch itself into memory forever—a true miracle of grandeur.
“What is that thing?”
“It looks like a palace made entirely of gold. How is it floating?”
“Do you think it’ll fall?”
Thousands of voices filled the city center as people speculated, staring in awe at the miraculous structure. Some knelt, hands clasped in reverence, whispering prayers to the unknown power responsible for such a wonder.
Some skeptics theorized this was another creation of Babel Tower, similar to the mysterious obelisk. Their suspicions were confirmed when they found the video posted on the official Babel Tower channel.
And so, even those who once followed the Rainbows now bowed to the golden palace. Many whispered praises to the enigmatic “Savior,” who had yet to appear in person.
In the heart of the city, Mu Ling gazed up at the ethereal palace, stunned by its beauty.
So magnificent.
She was convinced this miracle was the work of the Savior—a creation born from his infinite power, much like the obelisk. Unlike others overwhelmed with surprise, Mu Ling felt pride and contentment, knowing she served such a divine force.
From a nearby rooftop, Miss Merete Chambers—known to some as “Witch”—watched the unfolding spectacle.
With her arms crossed and her signature enigmatic smile, she murmured softly, “It’s just as the Book of Concealment foretold.
“Great things snatched from the hands of gods… until their ultimate devouring.”
Her gaze shifted to a girl below—Nightsaber, a key member of Babel Tower.
Bai Yan, where are you hiding? I’ve missed you terribly. Until I find you, I’ll have to ask your companions instead.
Meanwhile, members of the Demon Hunt Agency observed the palace from their base, expressions grim.
“Such a sudden appearance… a golden palace in the sky!”
Director Mr. Trap sat motionless, his eyes dull. But suddenly, he stirred, life returning to his gaze as he exhaled deeply.
“These events are beyond our control, Mo,” he said.
Behind him stood Raven Reaper, mask in hand. The agent paused briefly before responding, “True. But the Eyes of the Empire are still here—they’ll investigate soon.”
Mr. Trap shook his head slowly.
“Even so, it’s pointless. We know it’s Babel Tower’s doing. Just like the obelisk, any attempt to interfere will be futile. They’re operating on a level far beyond us. Even the ‘Emperor’ or the Pope themselves wouldn’t dare to act recklessly.”
A long silence hung in the air before Mr. Trap continued.
“The goals of Babel Tower likely surpass even our imagination. I doubt the Savior pays any attention to us at all.”
Elsewhere, on the seaside bridge, two figures watched the sky: Judgment and Pope, a father-daughter duo from the Eyes of the Empire.
Judgment, a charming man with golden hair, shook his head, muttering, “It seems our vacation is over.”
Pope, licking her blueberry ice cream, looked unimpressed but hurried to finish.
“You don’t need to rush,” Judgment teased. “I’ll investigate alone. Stay here.”
Reaching out to pat her head, he was met with a cold stare.
“As I’ve told you,” she said firmly, “touching me would disrupt the Restriction Ceremony.”
Judgment sighed, but his expression softened.
“One day, you’ll realize there are things more important than power.”
The girl’s silver-gray eyes bore into his.
“Family, you mean? The one I only met two years ago?”
Judgment’s smile faltered, but he said no more. Instead, he ascended, flying swiftly toward the Golden Palace.
As Judgment neared the palace, its sheer scale became apparent.
It’s enormous—fit for giants, not humans…
But then, a powerful, divine
aura washed over him, halting
his flight. It rebuked his
intrusion, its ancient energy
overwhelming him.
An ancient god’s presence?
How?!
Paralyzed by the divine force,
Judgment plummeted from
the sky. Though unlikely to
perish, he now understood
Babel Tower’s power was far
greater than anyone had
anticipated.
Within the Babel Tower itself,
Bai Yan sat on his throne, a
faint smile on his face.
“The Golden Palace,” he
mused, “a sanctuary for gods.
Only those I permit may enter.”
He tapped the armrest lightly,
summarizing its capabilities.
“Every ten days, it can unleash
‘God’s Punishment’—a
lightning strike capable of
destroying any target,
anywhere in the world. It can
also summon the ravens of
Thought and Memory,
collecting vital information.”
Surrounded by the shifting
metal walls of the tower’s
grand hall, Bai Yan prepared
for what was next.
Looking up at the ceiling—a
tapestry of riddles and
answers tied to the mysteries
of countless worlds—he spoke.
“It’s time again. Let the fourth
UjBabel Tower meeting begin.”
