Chapter 167
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Chapter 167: Launch of the New Activity!
Early Morning.
The white mist of confusion shrouded Tatsumi City. Visibility was low, and the streets were eerily quiet, with only a few pedestrians scattered across the cityscape.
Yet beneath this tranquil facade, a foreboding sense of unrest lingered.
The city had changed—irreversibly so.
Superhuman power.
Its revelation had sparked a frenzy, unraveling the threads of secrecy that once veiled it. The principles of mystery were discarded, giving rise to disputes over the extraordinary across the city’s many corners.
Not long ago, the “Pastor,” a figure who had ruled the Otherworlds for decades, met his demise. His fall sent a clear message to all supernaturals:
A new era had begun.
Platinum Zone.
The Ferrener family, a relatively obscure but immensely wealthy clan, had long been considered “nouveau riche” by the established noble families. Though they had resided in the Platinum Zone for less than two decades, their fortune was undeniable.
But now, those who scorned the Ferreners might find themselves either gloating or trembling in fear.
The grand hall of the Ferrener estate lay in ruin. Bodies littered the space, mangled and unrecognizable.
In the center of the carnage, the patriarch—a middle-aged man with dark hair and a neatly groomed beard—clung desperately to life. Both his legs had been severed, and his labored breaths hinted at his imminent demise.
His face twisted with bitterness and sorrow as he choked out his words:
“Why? Why us? Where did we offend Babel Tower?”
Standing amidst the devastation was a single figure: a young man dressed in a black, classical robe, his demeanor calm and refined. His aristocratic bearing and gentle smile belied the chaos surrounding him.
Bai Yan spoke with unsettling ease.
“Offend us? Oh no. This… this is just for fun.”
The patriarch’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“Fun? You’ve destroyed decades of work, everything we built, and you call it fun?”
Bai Yan’s expression didn’t waver.
“Your family’s wealth is built on blood and suffering. You’ve supplied materials to cults and enabled criminal enterprises. How many lives have been ruined because of you? You thought aligning with the Wettin family would shield you. You grew complacent.”
He paused, his gaze cold and unyielding.
“But scum like you always get cleaned up eventually.”
The End of a Family.
As the patriarch struggled to respond, Bai Yan grew bored. With a swift kick, he ended the man’s life, shattering his skull and silencing him forever.
At that moment, his phone buzzed—a notification from Babel Tower:
“Mission Complete: 100 Legend Points and 50 Source Energy Points earned.”
Bai Yan smirked. Though he
had initiated this chaos on his
own accord, it had
conveniently triggered an
emergency mission, adding to
his growing resource pool.
He glanced at the surrounding
carnage, unfazed by the
bloodshed.
“I really have grown used to
this,” he murmured.
His inner thoughts turned dark.
“Perhaps he wasn’t wrong to
call me reckless and arrogant.
Maybe this part of me enjoys
seeing fear in others.”
He shook off the thought and
turned as Mu Ling entered the
hall.
The Black Box.
Mu Ling, stoic as ever,
approached with a small black
box in hand. She handed it to
Bai Yan without a word.
Bai Yan’s demeanor shifted, his
usual nonchalance replaced
with solemnity.
“This… is dangerous,” he
muttered.
Mu Ling frowned.
“What is it?”
“It’s a gift from the Outer God,
the ‘Pupil of Chaos.’ If opened
correctly, it could trigger a
global catastrophe.”
Her expression grew tense.
“What should we do with it?”
Bai Yan hesitated. Destroying it
could have unpredictable
consequences. After a
moment, he decided.
“We’ll let Babel Tower handle
it. It’s safest in their hands.”
Mu Ling nodded.
A Strange Message.
Later, as Bai Yan returned to
his villa, his phone vibrated
once more. He glanced at it,
expecting another Babel Tower
notification, but was instead
greeted by an unexpected
message:
“We aim to restore balance to
all living things and return the
world to its prime. Join us in
ushering humanity into a new
era. Yes / No.”
The sender: Equal Wellness
Club.
Bai Yan furrowed his brow. He
had heard of this name before
but couldn’t place it.
Before he could dwell on it,
another message arrived, this
time from Babel Tower:
“New Medium-Scale Event
Unlocked: Chaos of
Equilibrium.”
Bai Yan’s lips curled into a
smile.
“Interesting.”
And so, another chapter of
chaos began.
