Chapter 28
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Chapter 28: Welcome to the Babel Tower, My Delicious Friend
“It’s the DHA! Those are the Night Watchmen!”
Maryse saw that a group of men wearing black and white suits had surrounded her, making her head spin dizzily.
‘Oh no, I’m going to be arrested… I won’t be able to eat caviar anymore.’
‘Oh no, I’m going to be tortured… please don’t hit me. I promise to tell you everything I know!’
‘Oh no, I’m going to be executed by the Aurora… I heard it’s painless? But I don’t want to die…’
Maryse was just a young girl. She lacked battle experience. Faced with this situation, she was completely confused and didn’t know what to do.
If it had been Mu Ling, she would have escaped immediately.
The leader of these Night Watchmen was a cold-looking young man named Quill. He wore a black suit, and faint scars marked the corners of his eyes.
He crouched, casting a spell. Shadows stretched out from him and wrapped around Maryse like dark flags from hell.
At this moment, Maryse wasn’t afraid at all. Instead, she had one determined thought: ‘He will save me!’
The Night Watchmen looked euphoric.
“Gotcha!”
Quill maintained his serious expression and didn’t dare lower his guard.
The slippery feel of the shadow frightened Maryse into tears.
“Since you claim to be my master, don’t disappoint me!”
Suddenly, black mist appeared behind her.
The Night Watchmen were completely taken by surprise. They felt an intangible terror etching itself into their minds. They shuddered all over. It was like their first time walking alone on a dark road when they were young. They didn’t know where the danger lurked, but they were too numb to control their spreading fear.
Quill frowned. “Is this the power of the Master of Babel Tower?”
The black mist gradually engulfed the Psychic Dancer and the three Dark Sorcerer’s apprentices.
Quill tried to increase the spell’s power, but he couldn’t stop the black mist at all. Then they all vanished.
The Night Watchmen looked at each other in confusion. Quill stood up and said coldly, “What are you doing? Hurry up and save them!”
After a while, the Night Watchmen noticed something strange.
Although the scene of the attack looked tragic and there were many injuries, no one had died. The attack had been a failure in that sense.
But the most perplexing thing was that the onlookers claimed both the attacker and the rescuer had declared themselves “loyal to the master of the Babel Tower.”
“How strange.”
Quill fell silent. He pulled out his phone and reported the situation to the chief.
Bai Yan had already found an excuse to leave the villa. Alan and his friends wanted to go out, but he didn’t want to join them.
After all, that middle-aged man would be with them. If he stayed any longer with that man, he would feel stressed out. He definitely wouldn’t be able to sleep at night.
The rain had stopped. He put away his umbrella and walked to the bus stop.
While waiting in the station pavilion, Bai Yan overheard passers-by discussing the incidents from the pedestrian street.
“Have you heard the news? There was a supernatural attack on the pedestrian street. It was chaos. At least ten people died.”
“No way. Have you seen the video? At least 100 people died.”
“That’s right. I saw the video on the Babel Tower account. Some people commented that more than 200 people died, and almost ten thousand people agreed.”
“I see. That must be the truth.”
Bai Yan found it ridiculous. He had controlled the Psychic Dancer to clear the level without any casualties, and the bomb had been removed. It was impossible for hundreds of people to have died.
He remembered that the better the evaluation of a mission, the fewer casualties there would be.
Bai Yan took out his phone and watched the video. The pixelated Psychic Dancer easily defeated the enemy to control the situation. However, the fire at the scene was indeed massive. No wonder many people had exaggerated the casualties.
At the video’s end, the Night Watchmen appeared. Bai Yan was stunned. Many people seemed interested in the Night Watchmen.
Golden Darkness: Who are they???? How dare they attack a lovely girl?
Scarlet: They look like officials. If superpowers really exist, the government won’t just ignore it.
Rose Puppeteer: Superpowers have existed for a long time. They’re just being exposed now.
NoOneRepeat: The attackers were also loyal to the Babel Tower? Was this internal strife?
Autumn Taste: I think… the Babel Tower seems to be a righteous organization. Perhaps we should support them?
Bai Yan scrolled through the comments and realized everyone was growing more concerned. He began considering how to prevent such incidents in the future.
He suddenly remembered something.
“I forgot to set up the mutation technology research. The logistics personnel are already sufficient.”
Bai Yan immediately logged into the game. He clicked on the Mutation Technology Research Lab and assigned the three logistics personnel.
Game Notification: Logistics personnel are engaging.
[Logistics personnel are engaged. The Mutation Technology Research Lab has been opened. Please select one technology to study.]
Bai Yan noticed only one new technology button was lit up. He clicked it.
[Choose the research materials to invest in.]
He dragged Gravity of Darkness to the lab’s bottom slot.
[Gravity of Darkness is invested. Research has begun. Current rate is 0%. No acceleration and no output.]
All he had to do now was wait.
Some relics, core operators, and even the technology could increase research efficiency, but there was no need for that yet.
The bus finally stopped at the neighborhood entrance. Bai Yan returned home. He lay down on his bed and found that the two core operators were out of the Recovery Spring.
Their mood had risen to eight, and the Psychic Dancer’s loyalty had finally increased from three to five.
“This little girl is easy to comfort.”
Bai Yan stared at his phone screen, suddenly feeling incredulous.
He clicked on his phone, and the future of the world would be affected. Was it fate?
“So what exactly is the background of Babel Tower?”
As the wine began to take effect, he fell asleep in deep thought.
Three people who had just arrived lay quietly on the vast grass.
The bald man, the red-haired woman, and the chubby old man. They all wore black wizard robes. They were the Dark Sorcerer’s apprentices who had just been captured.
Soft music played. The bald man gradually awakened from his sleep, feeling a sharp headache.
“Where am I?” He looked around in a daze. They were in a large green meadow that seemed empty. Behind him stood a massive white research institute, its sci-fi-styled door nearly a hundred meters tall.
A cold, emotionless young male voice spoke:
[Be grateful to the Babel Tower. You have been given a chance to atone for your sins.]
[Complete your mission in exchange for points to survive.]
“Who are you?!”
The bald man struggled to comprehend any of this. He roared, his heart filled with rage.
[You have violated the rules of logistics of the Babel Tower. This is your first warning.]
“What?”
The next moment, the bald man felt a violent tremor in the depths of his soul, as if all his cells were wailing.
He wanted to scream but couldn’t make a sound. The pain instantly made him lose control, and his mind began to sway.
The bald man’s eyes went blank, and he collapsed, unable to speak or think. After a long while, he gradually recovered, though intense fear still gripped him.
Sella slowly awakened. Soft, pure music entered her ears, sounding like a faint lament.
She brushed her long red hair, looking around in confusion.
Short grass covered the mountains, wide and flat. In the setting sun’s light, the meadow was bathed in golden silence, vast and imposing.
The fat old man was the last to wake. He too was confused. Soon they all heard the cold voice in their heads.
[Be grateful to the Babel Tower. You have been given a chance to atone for your sins.]
[Complete your mission in exchange for points to survive.]
Sella glanced at the bald man convulsing on the grass, then up at the four suns in the sky, and the huge, majestic white Institute behind her.
‘What is happening? Where are we?’
She was breaking down.
