Chapter 257

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Chapter 257: An Unexpected Mission: The Midnight Menace

After the party ended, the sky had turned as dark as ink.

Bai Yan’s eyes slowly returned to normal, the silver color fading away. He turned around and left the luxurious mansion.

Inside the carriage, Kaluoer sat calmly, her face expressionless, her hands neatly placed on her knees. Her black-and-white maid outfit remained impeccable.

Unbeknownst to her, she was only a few hundred meters away from her once most important sister.

Bai Yan sat across from her, smiling and nodding. Kaluoer immediately turned her body to knock on the carriage and the barrier in front.

“Drive the car.”

Once they returned to the Tulip Manor, Kaluoer opened the car door. After Bai Yan got off, she followed behind him.

“I always feel that life nowadays is too indulgent; it was unimaginable just a few months ago…” Bai Yan fell into deep thought, knowing that the girl behind him carried a box of toothpicks with her. If food had gotten stuck in his teeth at the banquet, she would have likely helped him remove it.

Is this how nobles are pampered?

Bai Yan, oh Bai Yan, you can’t continue to indulge like this! You must control yourself!

But then again… Isn’t this life amazing?

Lately, these thoughts had become more frequent, a constant internal battle on whether to indulge or hold back.

After contemplating for a moment, Bai Yan walked into the luxurious mansion of the Tulip Manor. Upon entering, Kaluoer immediately approached him to help take off his coat.

Bai Yan hesitated. He knew Kaluoer possessed a strong “super intuition.” To avoid making mistakes while pretending to be “Viscount Edmond,” he decided to let her continue.

So, Bai Yan obediently allowed her to remove his coat.

Kaluoer handed the coat to other servants. As a personal attendant, she didn’t need to do everything by herself. In a true noble family, tasks are assigned to specific servants. For example, one servant turns off the lights each evening, while another manages the snuff bottles.

Bai Yan, however, hadn’t yet mastered these fine nuances of nobility.

As usual, Bai Yan returned to his room and stood in front of the mirror.

“Sir, you should come home earlier these days,” Kaluoer calmly suggested while helping him get dressed. “There’s a midnight monster in the Seventh District. It kills people when the night is quiet. Several victims have already been found.”

“Umm,” Bai Yan muttered, having already changed into his pajamas. His mind wandered elsewhere, not giving the matter much attention.

For now, the most important thing was the “Innocent Singer.”

He had just used his mind control on Evie’s personal maid, ensuring that messages would reach him without error. Tomorrow, at the specified location, Princess Evie would meet him.

With his psychic power guiding her, Bai Yan was confident she would comply.

Kaluoer, hearing the name “Evie,” felt a vague sense of familiarity, but she couldn’t place it. She wondered why the host of the Mercury Ball hadn’t been in touch recently. Perhaps she should try another assassination attempt.

“Kaluoer, you can go now. I will be sleeping soon,” Bai Yan said without waiting for a response.

However, when he turned his head, he saw Kaluoer once again squatting in the same spot with a serious expression on her face. The sight was so ridiculous, it made him laugh.

Common Sense Substitution—Bai Yan thought—was a powerful and terrifying ability. He could easily transform Tulip Manor into a spooky, mysterious setting if he desired.

For now, he was just testing his skills, leading Kaluoer to awkwardly mix “assassination” with “squatting” in Hidden Azure’s mind.

Bai Yan, always reasonable, usually held back his laughter, but today he couldn’t contain it any longer.

He suppressed a smile and waved, saying, “Hmm, perhaps you could try a different pose.”

Kaluoer, without a hint of expression, placed her hands behind her head and continued squatting.

“Um…”

Her seriousness made the whole situation unbearably funny.

Bai Yan burst into laughter.

“I can’t hold it in anymore!” he exclaimed.

“Very nice. This position looks better. Remember to leave my room when you’re done,” he added, still chuckling.

After Kaluoer, lost in thought, left, Bai Yan finally checked his phone. It had vibrated earlier, and now, there was a new mission in the “Babel Tower” game.

“Emergency mission!”

The phone’s game tip: A strange midnight demon haunts the streets of Annottales, devouring others’ life force. Send Core Operators to eliminate it!

Bai Yan had to select two Core Operators to send into battle.

“Is this the thing Kaluoer mentioned?” he wondered.

In his memory, he couldn’t recall anything about a “midnight demon,” but in a game with so many details, it was impossible to remember everything.

After thinking for a moment, he selected Ganis, a local from the Kingdom of Dark Light, and Alan.

“In a way, this group could be considered the men’s team of Babel Tower,” Bai Yan mused.

On his phone screen, a pixelated image appeared—dimly lit streets.

He needed to control either “Fist of Duel” or “Mysterious Magic” for the battle, while the other would provide support.

A strange figure appeared in the pixelated street. Its height was indiscernible, but it was an incredibly peculiar mass of black slime.

As soon as it saw “Fist of Duel” and “Mysterious Magic,” it transformed into the appearance of “Fist of Duel” and charged at them!

Bai Yan chose to control “Fist of Duel.”

The mission resembled a classic fighting game, requiring precise input and charging special moves.

The “Fist of Duel” under Bai Yan’s control swiftly attacked the black copies of “Fist of Duel,” engaging in a series of duels.

This “evil creature” seemed to mimic its opponents’ skills, evenly matched with “Fist of Duel” in terms of speed, attack power, and health.

Bai Yan realized that this creature likely copied its enemies’ fighting abilities, but surely it had limits. The only question was: where did those limits lie?

After a fierce battle, Bai Yan finally emerged victorious, using the “Fire that Burns Everything” to finish the creature off. It howled in agony as its health bar dropped to zero.

“That was easy!” Bai Yan said, shaking his head as he examined the rewards.

In the Seventh District, inside the abattoir, Ganis sat in his bedroom, deep in thought. He considered the different sections of the abattoir and where he might have an advantage.

“With the help of Babel Tower’s members, everything should be fine… But I must stay alert,” he muttered to himself.

Ganis had been undergoing rigorous daily training at Babel Tower, facing powerful monsters. Initially, he found the training easy, but as he progressed, the opponents grew stronger. He began questioning the meaning of his struggles.

After many defeats, Ganis was transformed by the experience, becoming stronger and more refined. His understanding of his power, now at the “Potential Crown” stage, grew clearer.

“You have been chosen,” a voice declared in his mind.

In the next moment, Ganis found himself surrounded by black mist and transported to the streets of Annottales.

He noticed a dense mist nearby, and soon, a figure emerged from it—dressed in a purple suit and white clown mask, their identity concealed.

“Are you… Mysterious Magic?” Ganis asked.

“Fist of Duel?” the figure replied.

The two stared at each other in silence.

Finally, Alan spoke, “Another mission, and I didn’t expect you to be my partner this time.”

“Is ‘going on missions’ common?” Ganis asked, still nervous.

Alan paused, then answered, “At least once a week, but not often. Just relax. With the Savior’s support, we can win no matter how strong the enemy is.”

But could he relax? Ganis wasn’t sure.

As they spoke, a pitch-black shadow appeared in front of them, an eerie presence that seemed to grow from the darkness.

“What is that?” Ganis asked in surprise as another figure identical to him emerged, with darkened skin and a fierce expression.

“Ouch!” it cried, its wail filled with sorrow.

Alan frowned, “What is this? It looks like some kind of strange creature. Be careful!”

Ganis, suddenly losing control of his body, charged at the creature, battling it fiercely.

“What’s happening?” Ganis realized that, though he could speak, he had no control over his actions. This felt eerily similar to when he was first chosen by the Savior.

The battle stretched on, but eventually, Alan unleashed the “Fire that Burns Everything,” defeating the creature.

“Is that the end?” Ganis asked, looking at the creature reduced to ashes.

“Yes,” Alan replied. “Then, we

may or may not get rewards.

In any case, goodbye, Fist of

Duel. You’re a good

teammate.”

Alan chuckled, feeling like an

experienced elder despite his

short time at Babel Tower.

Ganis nodded slightly, “You

must be a good companion.”

As the black mist surged

around them, Ganis felt a

sense of calm. Surprisingly, he

didn’t resist or fear his

departure. Instead, he felt the

overwhelming magnitude of

the Babel Tower and the

Savior’s mission, far beyond

ordinary understanding.

Evie had returned to the

Temple of Dark Light, where

she resided.

The Temple was the largest

building in the city, with a

gothic style resembling Milan’s

Cathedral. Its sculptures were

dark golden, intricate, and

towering, reaching towards the

sky in elegant spires.

It was said that the Savior of

Dark Light himself created the

Temple.

Evie sat in her room, dressed

in a white gown, feeling

confused. After years of

searching, she had received

news of a younger sister—but

doubts lingered. Could it be

true?

Her loyal maid handed her

today’s newspaper.

Evie took it without much

interest, but when she glanced

at the page, she froze.

“What’s this?” she whispered.

The newspaper featured a new

column about Babel Tower—

describing how its members

had expelled the midnight

demon.

Beside the article, a black-and-

white photo seemed almost

alive.

Evie stared at it, incredulous.

Could this really be

happening?