Chapter 220
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Chapter 220: 2 vs 1
Mu Ling stood silently in the downpour, her black clothes drenched from the relentless rain. She waited, calm and resolute, her hand resting lightly on the scabbard. The time had come to face the consequences of past decisions.
She sensed it—that woman had arrived.
Yin emerged from the shadows, clad in white nun’s attire, her eyes still obscured by a black cloth. She was accompanied by three men dressed in black, their faces concealed behind gray masks.
Through the veil of rain, Yin recognized the figure waiting for her—it was Mu Ling.
For a brief moment, Yin hesitated.
Her master was right. The so-called “Savior” of Babel Tower was a formidable prophet, capable of orchestrating every enemy in the path of the Black Star Faction. Yet Yin had not foreseen that tonight’s adversary would be her closest friend from long ago.
If it were up to her, she would never wish to cross blades with Mu Ling.
“You three, leave now,” Yin commanded the masked men, her voice steady. “As the master instructed, destroy everything in the Platinum Zone.”
The destruction was part of her mission, but it also served as a means of vengeance.
Yin glanced toward Mu Ling. The people you’re protecting now are the same nobles who created unjust laws, who robbed me of nearly everything, she thought bitterly.
But her voice was calm when she spoke:
“Mu Ling, I no longer hate them. These people live in a false world, clinging to power and deceiving themselves. They’re pitiful… pathetic.”
She paused, then added, “This world, and all who inhabit it, need our salvation. We will create a new world, a world where anyone can find true happiness.”
In response, Mu Ling slowly unsheathed her sword. Though her body was under the control of the “Savior,” her words broke through the rain like thunder:
“I know your doctrine. I’ve studied it.
“You believe this world is false, that only by ascending to the Chaos Star can one achieve eternal happiness in some ‘real’ world. But your belief… it’s nothing but a delusion.”
Yin shook her head. “No, you don’t understand. I have been to the real world and returned.”
Mu Ling fell silent. In that moment, she realized there was no salvaging her friend.
Some things, once lost, could never be reclaimed.
What mattered now was making the most justifiable decision in the present moment.
The “Savior’s” grip on her weakened, allowing her to move freely—a gift for this battle. She would act. She would choose.
“You call this world false,” Mu Ling declared, “but to me, every ounce of pain, every flicker of joy—it’s all real. And I will not let you destroy it!”
Mu Ling vanished into the darkness, leaving only her words hanging in the storm.
Yin watched as the three masked men turned to leave but abruptly drew their weapons, attacking one another without warning. Within seconds, they collapsed to the ground.
Amidst the chaos, a figure materialized from the rain-soaked night.
A golden-haired girl, her beauty rivaling Mu Ling’s, stood in a drenched black raincoat, her emerald eyes luminous. With a calm yet commanding presence, she had manipulated the minds of the Black Star Faction elites, forcing them to self-destruct.
Maryse had prepared for this battle—showering, dressing in a thick raincoat and boots—but the storm rendered her precautions futile. Now, soaked to the bone, she turned to Mu Ling and called out:
“Nightsaber, I can’t hold her! The gap is too wide!”
Yin, her voice tinged with sorrow, addressed Mu Ling:
“So, you’re no longer Mu Ling, but Nightsaber—the hound of Babel Tower. And now, you have new companions.”
Mu Ling’s response came not in words but in action.
She lunged forward, her blade a blur in the storm. Rain streamed down her face as her sword pierced Yin’s chest, striking her heart with deadly precision.
“It’s over,” Mu Ling whispered, her breath heavy.
But Yin, her voice steady despite the mortal wound, replied, “No… it’s not over yet, Mu Ling.”
Far away, Ramos stood in the grand hall of his domain. Three playing cards hovered behind him, spinning slowly. On their surfaces, the names “Ramos,” “Tao Wu,” and “Yin” were inscribed.
As long as the blessings of the Chaos Star endured, death would not claim him, Yin, or Tao Wu. Their souls would persist, even if reduced to ash—forever bound to existence. A blessing and a curse.
In the stillness, a man appeared—silent, sudden, untraceable. He wore a black robe, his dark hair slightly curled, and his brown eyes serene. Bai Yan entered with a calm smile.
“After all this time, we meet, Ramos,” he said.
Ramos adjusted his glasses. “Have we met before? Or is that just your insinuation?”
Bai Yan smirked. “Guess for
yourself. But I know your
strengths: foresight that
enables you to exploit every
advantage, adoption of future
champions, infiltration of the
Hundred Kings Assembly. Yet
for all your cunning, your
combat strength as a Crown
contender remains… lacking.”
Ramos chuckled softly.
“Perhaps. But do you really
think you stand a chance
against me, Profligate?”
Outside, Alan arrived, dressed
in a vibrant purple suit and a
smiling mask. Though bound
by the Savior’s will, a pang of
unease gripped his heart. He
sensed danger—yet knew he
must focus.
He would fight alongside Bai
Yan against “The Undefeated.”
Inside, Ramos raised his
hands, summoning the
ethereal power of luck itself. A
white mist emerged from the
city, drawn to him like a tidal
wave.
Bai Yan recognized it for what
it was: the collective fortune of
countless souls, a force
intangible yet real, now
weaponized by Ramos.
The storm outside raged on.
The battle had just begun.
