Chapter 200

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Chapter 200: See the Savior Again

“Amy, are you looking for me?”

Bai Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, falling into deep thought.

Why was she suddenly searching for “Bai Yan”? Could it be that Amy had already discovered his true identity?

Despite the possibilities, he did not panic. Whatever the reason, as long as he could detect anything unusual at this stage, it wouldn’t be too late to act. Worst-case scenario, he could always modify Amy’s memory.

Even if his identity was fully exposed, while it would put him in an awkward situation, the Core Operators of Babel Tower would still remain under his control.

The first step was to figure out why she was looking for him and how she came across the name “Bai Yan.”

This was critical.

Bai Yan delved into the logs stored within Babel Tower, meticulously opening past records and watching each Core Operator’s video logs one by one. He examined even the most mundane activities, leaving no detail unchecked.

After thoroughly reviewing everything, Bai Yan turned to other message records. Soon, he found a clue. The name “Bai Yan” appeared in a forum Amy had set up.

Relieved, Bai Yan leaned back.

“I see. She’s searching for ‘Bai Yan’ because of Alan’s commission. That’s much better than I imagined.”

His greatest fear had been that Amy had betrayed them and was now seeking to destroy the master of Babel Tower, perhaps under the influence of an unknowable power—or even the Outer God.

Fortunately, that wasn’t the case.

Only one person in the world knew the true connection between “Bai Yan” and the Savior: Nightsaber.

Bai Yan had revealed his identity to Mu Ling during a moment of carelessness, claiming to be the Savior of Babel Tower. It was a mistake he wouldn’t repeat.

Fortunately, Mu Ling knew only his face and not the name “Bai Yan.”

“With Mu Ling’s current loyalty, even if she discovered my full identity, she would eventually accept it.”

Bai Yan understood Mu Ling’s personality well, but he couldn’t say the same for Amy or others. Even if they didn’t betray him outright, they might attempt to exploit his position.

If Amy discovered the truth—that the “Savior” was merely an ordinary person—she might concoct unlikely methods to seize the Babel Tower book, persuading him that someone else could better lead the mission to save the world.

Her arguments might even seem reasonable.

But Bai Yan was not inclined to share his power. He never enjoyed narratives where the protagonist was put through unnecessary suffering. Therefore, revealing the truth wasn’t an option.

The truth could lead to disappointment. Amy and others might lose faith in the so-called Savior, eventually leading to a decline in loyalty and mood.

And if the Witch learned of his vulnerabilities, she might strategize to seize Babel Tower for herself.

“No, it won’t work. Not everyone is as straightforward and loyal as Mu Ling.”

Thus, Bai Yan resolved to separate the identities of “Bai Yan” and the Savior.

“If I can create enough distance between the two, even if Nightsaber eventually discovers the truth, it will no longer matter.”

Later that night.

Mu Ling sat in her bathtub, her long white hair cascading down her back as she closed her eyes in meditation.

She had attempted to practice Flow of the Heart before but failed. However, with her growing strength, she decided to try again.

Submerged in the water, Mu Ling focused on becoming one with the water and air, her soul merging with the flow around her.

She inhaled.

She exhaled.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t grasp the stillness required for the technique.

Her eyes snapped open, frustration flickering in her gaze.

“Why is it so hard? Am I just too stupid?”

Before she could delve deeper into self-doubt, a familiar cold voice echoed in her mind.

[Nightsaber, proceed to Herendor University.]

Mu Ling’s eyes widened. She hadn’t visited that school in a long time. Could it truly be the location for her Crown Ceremony?

She rose from the tub, her movements deliberate, her damp skin glistening under the faint light. Her heart swelled with gratitude and hope for her Savior.

More than half an hour later, Mu Ling arrived at the gates of Herendor University.

The campus was silent, shrouded in darkness. Not even the security guards were awake.

The faint light from a streetlamp illuminated the ground in front of the gates as she waited.

“What will he tell me to do?”

The Crown Ceremony was known to be nearly impossible for most. Many who achieved the title of “Potential Crown” spent their lives unable to ascend further.

As these thoughts swirled in her mind, Mu Ling noticed movement in the shadows.

A figure emerged—a woman identical to herself.

Startled, Mu Ling tensed, her instincts kicking in.

“Who are you?”

The figure regarded her coldly before a familiar voice resounded in her mind.

[Don’t be afraid, it’s me.]

Mu Ling froze, realization dawning. The Savior stood before her, disguised in her own form.

Kneeling on one knee, Mu Ling bowed her head.

“Mr. Savior, I will not disappoint you. Please guide me to ascend as the King of Night.”

Bai Yan, indifferent to her choice of address, nodded slightly.

“Soon, you will walk the path of the Crown.”

“And become the King of Night.”