Chapter 164
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Chapter 164: The Ring City
Several members of Babel Tower had long been aware of a looming catastrophe, but they neither knew the exact timeline nor the specific nature of the crisis. Now, for the first time, the Savior was revealing the details of the cataclysm.
Mu Ling fell into deep contemplation. She had been selected by Babel Tower on September 24th. That meant there were only 99 days left until the Doomsday Crisis.
Amy furrowed her brow slightly. This “heavy news” was an unbearable burden. The task of saving the world felt overwhelmingly unrealistic.
Were they truly relying on just a handful of people for such a monumental task?
Amy voiced her thoughts aloud, her tone laced with doubt.
“If this is the case, we need to grow stronger—and quickly. But, Savior, how can only a few of us possibly save the world? And if Noah is truly on the brink of destruction, won’t the ‘Rainbows’—as the new gods—take action to prevent it?”
It was a valid question, one that had lingered in everyone’s mind.
Even with Babel Tower accelerating their growth, was it truly feasible to expect them to succeed in just a few dozen days? Could they even come close to rivaling the strength of the “Rainbows”?
Bai Yan, as the Savior, had anticipated this concern.
“The Rainbows will act,” he explained, “but they are not infallible. They may not perceive every threat or respond in time.”
“You have the potential to save the world.”
“The Doomsday Crisis stems not from the direct arrival of Outer Gods or catastrophic disasters but from internal issues within Noah. Your task is to extinguish the sparks before they ignite, not to face the inferno afterward.”
The explanation brought clarity. They didn’t need to fight the Outer Gods or survive an apocalyptic event. Instead, their role was to prevent the chain of events leading to the catastrophe.
Still, Mu Ling and the others couldn’t help but wonder: Why them? What was this “potential to save the world” that Bai Yan spoke of?
Alan, ever the believer in his destiny, muttered quietly, “Maybe we truly are chosen.”
He recalled the prophecy he had read—a prophecy that had declared him as the one to save the world. In his mind, Bai Yan was merely waiting for his rescue, a witness to Alan’s destined greatness.
‘But I shouldn’t mention this to Bai Yan directly,’ Alan thought. ‘It might embarrass him.’
Not far away, Bai Yan, who could read minds, struggled to suppress his laughter.
Finally, Bai Yan decided it was time to end the meeting.
“That concludes today’s discussion,” he announced.
November 7th, Night Union, The Ring City, 115th Floor
The Ring City was a vertical metropolis with 200 densely packed floors.
The lower 50 floors were a wasteland—a toxic, lawless region where only the strongest survived. Floors 51-100 housed the impoverished, burdened with inherited debts that chained generations to a life of servitude to the Rock Morgan Group.
Floors 101-150 were home to the “Ring City citizens,” who held marginally better lives. Many worked hard to clear their debts before death, a point of immense pride.
On the 115th floor, where Amy and Ryan resided, the air quality was better than in the lower levels, but still far worse than Tatsumi City. The streets were crowded with flashing advertisements, consumerism saturating every corner. Garbage littered the sidewalks, creating an environment that was simultaneously prosperous and unkempt.
Bai Yan stepped out of a black gate, crossing from Tatsumi City to the 115th floor in an instant. Today, Amy—Cybertyrant—had plans to steal a valuable mecha from the museum here. Only Bai Yan and Mu Ling had agreed to assist her.
A self-driving bus pulled up to the curb. Bai Yan boarded and paid with a wave of his hand, using Cybertyrant’s power to manipulate the system.
Inside, rows of androids stood silently. Their blank expressions reflected nothing of the world around them.
Bai Yan took a seat, his gaze fixed on the cityscape flashing by.
“My destination is the 115A Museum,” he said to the onboard computer.
The Crystal Museum was a
grand structure with towering
glass walls and a brilliant light
display inside. Visitors, clad in
vibrant clothing, waited eagerly
at the entrance. Some had
android companions, a
testament to the technological
divide between the lower and
upper floors.
Amy sat quietly in her
wheelchair, dressed in a
simple white outfit, a small hat
perched on her head. Beside
her stood her brother, Ryan.
Ryan had recently found
unexpected success. His
investments were flourishing,
and Amy’s online ventures had
brought in considerable
wealth. For the first time, they
felt hopeful about the future.
As the museum doors opened,
Amy turned to her brother with
a warm smile.
“Brother, it’s wonderful to be
here. Our family finally has
money.”
Unbeknownst to Ryan, the
day’s events would be far more
than a casual outing. Hidden
within the museum was a
series of events that could
alter their lives—and the fate of
the world—forever.
