Chapter 242
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Chapter 242: Ordinary Thoughts
The current Bai Yan did not require sleep.
Sitting on the bed, he gazed at the moon outside the window, deliberately avoiding the pull of slumber.
In his eyes, a silvery glow flickered faintly, signaling the activation of his spiritual power.
While many transcendents chose to mimic ordinary lives to anchor their humanity and avoid instability, Bai Yan preferred to use this time to train.
He focused on sharpening his own transcendental abilities while familiarizing himself with the skills of other Core Operators. Though there was no immediate need to grow stronger, Bai Yan knew that achieving greatness demanded constant effort.
Each Core Operator had unique talents, and mastering them was no small task. Bai Yan practiced in secrecy, his efforts concealed from prying eyes.
It had been a long time since he last slept.
Between training sessions, Bai Yan would browse “Babel Tower” on his phone, peering into the daily lives of the Core Operators.
With the introduction of the “short video” mode, he found himself drawn to videos more than text.
First on his screen was Nightsaber.
The intelligence log displayed:
“Seeking the cultists.”
“Continuing the search for cultists in Tatsumi City.”
“At Tatsumi City, astonishingly, cultists cannot be found. ‘Nightsaber’ appears somewhat perplexed.”
Bai Yan paused, reflecting. Tatsumi City was, indeed, devoid of cultists. They had either fled or been eliminated by Babel Tower’s operators.
Babel Tower’s reconnaissance capabilities left no room for hiding.
Yet, this raised a question—what of Babel Tower’s weekly missions?
Fortunately, the recent introduction of new annihilation maps allowed operators to hunt cultists and criminals in other cities.
Bai Yan chuckled softly. “Babel Tower’s notoriety will surely spread far and wide,” he murmured.
Next, he opened Psychic Dancer’s log.
“Strengthening my power. Conducting memory modification experiments on my older brother, Mood +1.”
“Promoting Irena’s status within the family, making her the second steward, Mood +1.”
“Visited a school but felt out of place, Mood -1.”
The video revealed Maryse gleefully tampering with her brother’s psyche, her smile radiating satisfaction. She resembled a maniacal programmer, twisting memories into chaos.
Sitting in her brother’s villa, her narrowed eyes and confident demeanor resembled that of a young antagonist reveling in her craft.
Bai Yan shook his head but chose not to interfere. Her vindictive streak remained unwavering.
The next log belonged to the Queen of the Scarlet Moon.
“Lying on the bed with Lan Lan, doing nothing, Mood +1.”
“Taking care of Lan Lan’s bath.”
“Arriving at school, sleeping.”
Lan Lan—the pet otter with a centennial bloodline and mysterious abilities—was a peculiar little creature, both eccentric and endearing. Bai Yan recalled how, during his first playthrough of Babel Tower, Lan Lan’s experience had eclipsed that of the fledgling Nightsaber.
Though both were awakened beings, the otter’s century of battle awareness far outmatched Nightsaber’s early stages.
“Scarlet Moon and Maryse may seem lazy,” Bai Yan thought, “but their laziness stems from vastly different dispositions.”
Scarlet Moon exuded initiative in true challenges but maintained indifference towards matters she deemed trivial. Maryse, in contrast, embraced pure, unapologetic laziness.
Fist of Duel’s log was next.
“Recruiting reliable sinners for observation and escape.”
“Dealing with suspected snitches discreetly.”
“Exploring ancient Savior legends, finding sinners remain skeptical.”
Unlike the others, Fist of Duel seemed singularly focused on orchestrating a prison break. Bai Yan understood the futility of these efforts.
The success of his escape hinged not on his strategy but on rescuing his sister, his only weakness.
Once her safety was secured, Bai Yan could extract Fist of Duel through Babel Tower’s portals.
“I’ll help you save her,” Bai Yan promised quietly. He set his phone aside.
Tomorrow brought the challenge of Sylve’s birthday party.
The original plan was to manipulate her emotions, shattering her heart to complete the “Puppet Dance” of the Crown Ceremony. Yet, Bai Yan hesitated.
Sylve, though once rebellious, had changed. She no longer bullied others, often going out of her way to help them. Whether her transformation stemmed from genuine repentance or a desire to please him, it was undeniable.
Bai Yan questioned the necessity of targeting a reformed person, but his plans for the Fictional Enactment remained a backup option, albeit with a slightly lower success rate.
December 4th, Saturday
Today marked Sylve’s birthday, the only daughter of the Helen family—a moderately influential noble house.
As December’s chill enveloped Tatsumi City, the streets buzzed with winter preparations. Yet, no snowfall had graced the city.
Sylve woke early, anticipation bubbling within her. This birthday felt different.
Draped in a pale pink
nightgown, she stretched lazily
before preparing for the day.
In the dining room, her mother,
Lady Helen, awaited her with a
warm smile.
“You look beautiful, Sylve,” she
said, her voice brimming with
pride. “From today onward, you
come of age. I will share with
you the Helen family’s
greatest secret, one that you
must bear.”
Sylve’s curiosity piqued—she
had long wondered how their
family attained wealth and
prominence.
Lady Helen sighed, reflecting
on the chaos surrounding
Tatsumi City. Though the idea
of Babel Tower ruling the five
families seemed absurd, the
growing pressure was
undeniable.
At that moment, a voice
interrupted her thoughts.
“Good morning, two beautiful
ladies.”
Sylve’s heart fluttered as she
saw him—Bai Yan, impeccably
dressed in a tailored gray suit.
Lady Helen greeted him
warmly, while Sylve, blushing,
lowered her gaze.
Today, she thought, would be
the most splendid birthday of
her life.
