Chapter 244
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Chapter 244: The Seventh Meeting
The first snowfall in Tatsumi City was light, lasting only a single night before ceasing. The snow, shoveled to the edges of the streets, left pathways clear for pedestrians and vehicles.
Bai Yan sat calmly at his usual spot in the university library.
After departing Helen’s family villa, he had returned to the university to focus on cultivating his power.
For now, Bai Yan chose to avoid meeting Sylve directly, relying instead on written letters for communication.
“There are more pressing matters to address,” he thought. “I can’t waste time on trivialities.”
Closing his eyes, Bai Yan immersed himself in training. At this moment, he activated the abilities of Fusion Slime.
His arm began to liquefy, resembling a pool of simmering, pale porridge. It oozed onto the table, releasing faint wisps of white steam.
This phenomenon was unlike anything he had ever experienced. The liquefied arm felt less like a singular entity and more like a collective of countless smaller components.
He attempted control, realizing he had to direct multiple parts simultaneously—like moving dozens of fingers with distinct shapes instead of manipulating one cohesive limb.
“So this is how it works,” Bai Yan murmured, his expression serene and focused.
Bit by bit, he mastered the process, and the watery limb began to reassemble itself.
When it returned to its original form, it was no longer an ordinary arm. Instead, it had transformed into a flesh-colored, agile tentacle. The tentacle extended and undulated with an unnatural grace, creating a disturbingly discordant sight.
Around him, other students in the library were reading, oblivious to the unsettling scene. Bai Yan’s mental manipulation ensured no one reacted to his actions.
After some time, he withdrew his arm.
“Let’s begin again, this time from a different area,” he decided.
Closing his eyes once more, Bai Yan allowed fleshy buds to sprout from his body. Tentacles emerged from various parts of his form, stretching outward. Though their reach was limited, Bai Yan experimented by extending them toward a nearby female student.
The tentacles gradually enveloped her, retracting slowly until they had consumed her entirely.
This sensation was peculiar, alien.
“Though the slime had never attempted this, it appears capable of digesting absorbed entities to replenish itself,” he mused.
The tentacles receded, leaving the student untouched. She remained engrossed in her book, unaware of what had transpired.
Bai Yan retrieved his phone, which displayed a message from the game Projection.
“The Kingdom of Dark Light consists of six provinces, each ruled by a Divinus—a being of immense authority, embodying divine wisdom.”
Today marked the seventh convening of the council.
“This will also be the first meeting for ‘Fist of Duel’ and ‘Queen of the Scarlet Moon,’” Bai Yan thought. “The addition of new members should make things interesting.”
With a faint smile, Bai Yan stood and strolled through the library, his presence unnoticed by the students. No one realized that the true ruler of Tatsumi City was walking among them.
He approached the window, took out his phone, and opened the game Babel Tower.
Selecting the grand halls of Babel Tower, Bai Yan watched as the world around him shattered and reconstructed itself.
Moments later, he sat on a towering azure throne in the Ocean Sanctuary.
Before him stretched a palace built from coral reefs and underwater treasures. Fish darted through the water, indifferent to his presence.
Seated in the ocean depths, Bai Yan felt no pressure, as though he could breathe freely underwater. Perhaps it was a perk of the Ocean Sanctuary.
“Let’s begin,” he murmured.
He summoned his Core Operators, the process commencing with a faint glow.
The Kingdom of Dark Light
Annottales, Seventh District
In the training hall beneath the abattoir, Ganis, blindfolded, sparred with ten heavily armed sinners.
“Come at me with all you’ve got,” he commanded. “I’ll match your strength and speed.”
The sinners launched a coordinated attack, targeting his blind spots. Despite being outnumbered, Ganis exploited a flaw in their formation.
Ducking low, he slipped through their ranks, disabling two opponents in quick succession. In moments, he dismantled their formation, defeating his sparring partners with ease.
“Your coordination is lacking,” Ganis critiqued. “An experienced enemy would exploit such weaknesses. Plan for counterattacks and ambushes. Always think several steps ahead.”
He clapped his hands, signaling a break.
“Rest up. We’ll resume shortly. The New Year celebration is in a month, and we must be at our best.”
The New Year festival was a
major event in the Kingdom of
Dark Light. Sinners from the
abattoir would showcase their
combat skills, with exhibition
matches gaining popularity
over fatal duels.
After training, Ganis joined the
other sinners in the bathhouse.
Here, away from the guards’
watchful eyes, he addressed
his companions.
“The Savior exists,” he
declared. “I’ve seen Him. I’ve
been chosen to act on His
behalf.”
The sinners listened, their
skepticism evident. Legends of
the Savior had been passed
down for generations, but their
faith had waned after years of
suffering.
Ganis continued passionately:
“The Savior will lead the
Persecuted to a place of hope,
where the six evil gods will
kneel in submission. The
oppression of the City-dwellers
will end!”
Suddenly, a dense black mist
enveloped Ganis, shocking
everyone.
“Behold, the power of the
Savior!” he exclaimed as he
vanished into the mist.
Ganis awoke in an underwater
realm filled with coral and
shimmering pearls. Nearby,
masked figures emerged from
the mist, and at the center of it
all was a cloaked man seated
on an azure throne.
The Savior.
Ganis knelt, overwhelmed by awe.
This… this is the place of hope.
