Chapter 228
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Chapter 228: Let’s Pop the Champagne!
Cemetery.
The Night Watchers, clad in solemn black suits, stood in silence, paying their respects to the heroes who once guarded the city.
At the forefront stood Mr. Trap, presiding over the ceremony—a final duty before stepping down as director.
His resignation stemmed from the loss of the Relic belonging to the Air Alliance and the command of non-resistance during the invasion. These failures had provoked the ire of the Air Alliance’s leadership, tarnishing his tenure.
“Lin Bian… Perhaps this is the ending you deserved,” he muttered after a prolonged silence.
Turning to face the mourners, he began the eulogy, each word heavy with grief.
“Today, with sorrow in our hearts, we gather to honor Lin Bian,” he said steadily.
“He was the Savior of Tatsumi City, an exemplar of bravery, loyalty, and righteousness among us Night Watchers, and my dear friend.”
Mr. Trap paused, his mind flooded with memories.
Not long ago, Feather—the boy he had raised—had also perished. A cruel destiny, it seemed, reserved for Night Watchers: saving countless lives at the cost of their own.
“We will forever remember your courage, Lin Bian,” he continued, his voice steady despite the pain. “Your legacy of righteousness will guide us forward as we protect the last light in an endless night.”
He bowed his head, his final farewell hanging in the air.
“Let us bid farewell to ‘Ace’—one by one.”
The Farewell.
Funerals among the Night Watchers had grown familiar, yet the hope remained that each would be the last.
Alan, a young team member, stepped forward first, clutching a bouquet. He crouched, placing the flowers before the black coffin. The biting wind stung his face, but the ache in his chest was far worse.
Before him lay Lin Bian—the man who had inspired him to join the Night Watchers. Alan could still hear his mentor’s gruff laughter, his unshakable convictions, and his self-deprecating humor.
Reaching into his coat, Alan retrieved a bottle of wine and poured it over the grave.
“Lin Bian, you were my mentor… and the hero of this city,” he whispered. His voice trembled, but his resolve was clear.
“I will resurrect you. I promise.”
Alan believed it wasn’t impossible. In the world of Noah, resurrection was not a myth but a daunting pursuit—often entangled with forbidden knowledge and the Outer Gods. If he grew stronger, if he climbed the Babel Tower and surpassed his limits, he knew he could bring Lin Bian back.
One by one, others came forward, tears tracing paths down their faces. The cemetery, with its countless tombstones, bore silent witness to centuries of sacrifice. Yet outside its gates, children laughed on their way to school, oblivious to the price of their carefree joy.
Lady Helen’s Mansion.
Bai Yan sat comfortably on the sofa, the news flickering on the television.
Reports detailed a recent
foreign invasion of the Air
Alliance—Supreme City. While
the invasion had been repelled,
controversy surrounded Ms.
Peggie, a candidate for
Alliance leadership.
Accusations of treason had
surfaced, halting the Hundred
Kings Assembly election.
Meanwhile, the Leaf King of
Tatsumi City had emerged as a
celebrated hero in the
counterattack.
As the news faded, Sylve
entered the room with a plate
of pastries. Her cheeks flushed
as she offered them to Bai
Yan.
“Mentor Moriarty, I made these
for you,” she said nervously.
Bai Yan smiled, taking a bite.
His polite praise, though
insincere, lit up Sylve’s face.
She had worked tirelessly to
impress him, though her
culinary skills still left much to
be desired.
Later, in his room, Bai Yan
retrieved his phone. His grin
widened as he prepared to
celebrate his latest triumph in
the Babel Tower game.
SSS-Level Victory.
The completion of the Black
Catastrophe event had been
flawless. Bai Yan’s operators
had not only achieved an SSS-
level evaluation but also
secured a host of rewards:
Exterminating All: 200 Source
Energy Points (+200 bonus for
SSS evaluation).
Savior: 200 Legend Points,
converted into 200 Source
Energy Points (+200 bonus).
Preserve Strength: 150 Source
Energy Points (+150 bonus).
Hunting Heretics: 100 Source
Energy Points (+100 bonus).
In total, Bai Yan had earned
1,300 Source Energy Points
and the privilege to revoke a
Babel Tower construction,
reclaiming its costs.
“This haul is enough for two
ten-draw summons,” Bai Yan
murmured, his excitement
palpable.
Drawing from the “Destiny”
pool, his hands trembled as he
clicked the summon button.
His breath caught as the
screen lit up with golden light.
“Finally… it’s here.”
