Chapter 282
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Chapter 282: The Tower, Restraint, Hell Is Other People
Annottales.
Sylve slowly opened her eyes and found herself waking up in a big crimson bed, feeling perfectly fine in her body.
She stared blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling.
She seemed to have arrived at a completely unfamiliar place.
“Where am I? Why am I here?”
The young girl sat up, feeling a bit perplexed, and recognized that she was in a luxurious villa.
However, she had never been to this place before, and it was also a villa she had never seen before.
Sylve could confirm this fact.
She quickly discovered that her mother, Lady Helen, was also sleeping on a nearby newly moved-in bed.
After seeing her mother, Sylve instinctively breathed a sigh of relief.
Next, she furrowed her brows and explored the room, where she discovered a white envelope.
“To Sylve.”
The letter was left by Bai Yan, and its meaning was quite simple: Sylve should stay in a safe place.
After reading it, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Sylve decided to stay contentedly.
She would wait for that person to return.
Before this, the young girl would not take a single step from here.
Tatsumi City.
The main battlefield of the Doomsday Crisis.
Located in the middle area between the Dawn District and the Platinum Zone, it is called the Yeling District, reportedly the birthplace of the Leaf King back in the day.
In the Yeling District, there used to be a bustling commercial street that was famous for a wide range of delicious foods. It was always crowded with people. But now, the once lively street has turned into a quiet and deserted place.
In a desolate world, it kept trembling and quivering.
Suddenly, black cracks appeared in the sky, one after another.
Those pitch-black cracks, after appearing in the sky, grew bigger and wider, gradually becoming deeper.
In the end, the world behind the cracks shattered completely.
Two “figures” fell from the shattered sky and landed steadily on the ground.
“Mmm, the incarnation has finally arrived.”
One of the “characters” murmured to themselves.
These two “individuals,” who appeared out of nowhere, both possessed appearances that were completely unhuman.
One of them stood over two meters tall, wrapped in a flowing black robe. Their thin and frail body resembled that of a bamboo stick insect, while three golden heads, resembling locusts, adorned the upper part of their neck.
Their multiple eyes gazed around, staying vigilant at all times.
From its jet-black cloak protruded three pairs of slender insect-like legs, tightly gripping a long, dark staff. At the very top of the staff lay a perfectly exquisite deep blue crystal, which seemed to shimmer with the depths of the cosmos.
The other person, appearing to be a young boy with golden hair, or at least half of them seemed to be,
His stature was only about one meter tall, wearing a white robe, and his pale blue eyes were filled with fear and timidity.
The little boy had black wings growing on his back. The beauty of his right cheek completely surpassed human understanding, making it unforgettable. However, his left cheek was completely decayed and pitch black, causing anyone who looked at it to feel nauseated.
The creature nodded and, holding the dark staff, pointed ahead. It said, “This world is the ‘bottom’ of a multiverse, where numerous relics are drawn in by the ‘rule of gravity.’ In other words, the chance to find civilization-level relics and ruin-level relics here is theoretically the greatest in the multiverse.”
It said somewhat discontentedly, “Hmm, the powerful Relic that we worked so hard to obtain could perhaps be easily acquired by lowlifes in this world. It’s really frustrating.”
“If this world wasn’t special, we wouldn’t have come here,” said the boy, lowering his head with a fearful tone.
He was clearly extremely fearful of the creature before him.
“What are you afraid of?”
The creature shook its head and said, perplexed, “We only sent our avatars here, so it doesn’t matter even if they die. Why are you still afraid?”
“Because I am ‘Timidity’, and actually, I am more afraid of you than death…”
The boy became even more fearful after answering, not only lowering his head, but even bending his waist.
The creature paused for a moment, and the expressions on its three heads became slightly distorted.
“Scared of me? Although my position is ‘Cruelty,’ I’m still reasonable. Why are you scared of me? You haven’t provoked me either.”
The anger in its tone had become evident.
Cruelty roared, “Even though I killed my own parents, massacred my own clan, and destroyed my own civilization, there were justified reasons for it all! It was because they foolishly provoked me!”
“Do you truly believe that I am an unreasonable person?”
“Umm, umm, I was wrong, it’s my fault.”
“Timidity” twisted his body and stammered, unable to speak.
With cruel indifference, “Cruelty” let out a cold hum.
“Never mind, let’s forget about you and follow his words to find the Babel Tower… Oh, and before that thing arrives, we need to remove the incarnation… Otherwise, its harm will spread from the incarnation to the real body.”
“Cruelty” pointed to something in the sky, shook his head, and slowly moved forward with a body that resembled a bamboo worm.
It continued, “Let’s be careful, two of our members have died in this world, namely ‘Greed’ and ‘Pride’… The witch of ‘Greed’ should have been reincarnated in this world, I wonder if we can encounter her reincarnated form here.”
“Timidity” said nothing. He simply looked down at his fair feet, silently following behind, like an utterly ordinary little sidekick.
“Who are you two?”
Suddenly, a young man wearing a mask and dressed in casual white attire appeared out of thin air on the streetlight in front of Cruelty and Timidity.
With light green hair and eyes that resembled emeralds, there was a faint hint of arrogance in their gaze.
He was an Imperial Guard from the Eyes of the Empire.
His codename is Restraint.
The imprisoned “Emperor” Kessel had already conveyed a message through the “tall tower.”
He informed the Imperial Guards of the Eyes of the Empire that Tatsumi City would become the main battlefield of the impending Doomsday Crisis.
“Mr. World” didn’t prevent them from coming here, but no one could be certain if the Emperor’s information was accurate, or even if the so-called Doomsday Crisis would truly occur.
The Doomsday Crisis really happened!
A group of Imperial Guards who had a close relationship with the “Emperor” quickly arrived at Tatsumi City.
However, at this moment, the sense of restraint felt strange.
Though he had a deep-seated hatred towards Emperor Kessel, why was he still willing to listen to him?
“What does it matter who I am to you? And who are you, anyway?”
Raising its cruel head, the three heads on its necks stared with insect-like eyes, conveying a very hostile tone. “Cruelty” was evidently displeased.
The solidified translation magic ensured that even if both parties spoke completely different languages, they could immediately understand the meaning behind each other’s words.
With a restrained silence, Restraint calmly spoke,
“I am the Imperial Guards’ ‘Restraint’ of the Empire… The purpose of coming here is to save the world. You don’t seem human, but rather more like monsters, or… aliens?”
Timidity, hiding behind Cruelty, nodded timidly, as if answering, too afraid to even raise its head to look at Restraint.
And Cruelty continued incessantly, saying…
“I know, I know, humans are the most numerous in the multiverse, the reason is unknown, but what does it matter if we are not human?”
“Oh, I’m so annoyed with you adults and your humanism. Can’t you just stop? What’s the big deal if someone isn’t human? Most members of the tower aren’t humans after all… In the end, you humans aren’t even a superior species.”
Restraint blinked in surprise.
The Tower?
In the multiverse, there was a famous evil organization that worshipped the “God of Games and Gambles.” It had always been extremely mysterious and notorious for its wickedness.
Are these two fellows members of the Tower?
Restraint immediately became alert.
With a cruel and awkward laugh, Cruelty tried to hide the embarrassment and said, “Oh dear, oh dear, I slipped up. It’s true that the two of us are members of the Tower, but we are not the ones who want to destroy the world. It seems like you should be looking for the ‘Legion’ and the Troublemakers of this world to solve the problem, right?”
Restraint remained silent, saying nothing at all.
Cruelty nodded gently, and a bug leg scratched its face on the middle of its head. It continued, “Actually, I’m a very reasonable person and I don’t like fighting.”
“So, let’s shake hands and make peace, go our separate ways and move forward, is that okay?”
Restraint paused for a moment, then nodded and said, “Okay.”
“Good, very good, excellent!”
The three monstrous heads of Cruelty also nodded together.
Afterward, it calmly walked forward with Timidly, while the two “people” remained silent throughout the process.
Restraint silently watched this scene, without intervening.
What the other person said actually made a lot of sense.
Saving Noah’s world is the top priority, other things can be put aside for now.
The enemy one should look for is none other than the Order of the Troublemakers.
Both sides were about to disappear from each other’s sight.
“Wait a moment.”
Suddenly, one of the cruel six insect legs let go of the black staff and gently grabbed hold of the nearby Timidity.
It turned around, and all the compound eyes on its three heads looked towards the nearby Restraint.
“I regret it, your words just now truly made me feel annoyed, and also your constant position of standing higher.”
“I’m very annoyed!”
“If you had joyfully knelt down and bowed your head when I proposed ‘reconciliation’, I would have felt much better. But you didn’t, you disappointed me. Now, even if you beg for forgiveness, it’s too late.”
The tone of cruelty gradually became extremely calm and summarized by saying:
“Hmm, I will kill you.”
It was only an excuse to justify the desire for violence, Restraint’s face showed a faint cold smile.
Truly befitting of the members of the “Tower”, their wickedness could almost be sensed in their very bones.
Come on, since we are going to fight.
I would also accompany them to the end.
“I’m in a hurry, I’ll quickly deal with all of you,” Restraint said calmly as he extended his hand, preparing to cleanse the sins before him.
—
Night Union
The Ring City
Third Floor
The Ring City, a colossal metropolis dominated by the Rock Morgan group, has a long and complex history.
It spans two hundred floors, with each floor being vast and expansive, essentially functioning as an independent neighborhood.
The lower fifty floors are often referred to as the “Abandoned Zone” by locals.
These areas are filled with toxic gas, pollution, and ruins, where laws do not exist, and various gangs rule the land.
The third floor, in particular, is a dismal place.
Here, the distance from the ground is only a few hundred meters.
The sky is thick with polluted fumes emanating from the higher levels.
Deformed individuals lie sickly on the ground, while nearby, the terrain is marked by stagnant, dirty water.
“Reapers” roam these parts, dismembering weak bodies and discarded machinery in search of valuable items.
Inside a crumbling building, crimson spells float ominously in the air, twisting and distorting.
Clearly, a highly significant ritual is underway: the Summoning of the Outer God, a ceremony aimed at destroying the world.
This particular cluster of buildings was once controlled by a gang of heavily modified individuals—the original “dominators” of the third floor.
Now, these mutated beings look upon the middle-aged man at the center of the ritual with fear.
Dressed like a warrior, the man wears a long white gown and holds a slender red sword. His eyes are tightly shut.
“Ah,” he exclaims. His long hair flutters as he just slays the leader of the gang—a Crown-level mutant.
“Difficult, difficult… Why is it so hard?”
“I only wanted to find something unbreakable. Why is it so difficult?”
He sits down calmly, silently awaiting the ritual’s arrival.
Anyone who dares approach him will undoubtedly be cut down.
Meanwhile, a kilometer away in a hidden safe house, Amy sits in her wheelchair, operating the surveillance cameras.
She watches the scene unfold—the ritual and the sword-wielding warrior at its center.
This swordsman’s name has been lost to time, but according to information Amy found in the Demon Hunt Agency’s internal database, he is known as “Hard Blade.”
He hails from Heart City.
This man is a character from an urban legend.
Decades ago in Heart City, there was a swordsman known as “Buddha Knife.”
He practiced the “Flow of the Heart, Hundred Swords” technique and combined his natural talent for “Words as Blades” to create a unique variation of the ability that was all his own.
Because of his unmatched strength, he became a feared figure, earning the title of “Number One Blade in the World” and “First Master of the Flow of the Heart.”
Due to his reputation, “Buddha Knife” faced numerous challengers from Heart City over the years.
For an entire year, he fought over three hundred battles.
Though undefeated, the accumulated fatigue led him to announce his retirement.
However, the defeated challengers wouldn’t accept their loss.
They hunted down his family and held them hostage to force him into a rematch.
Reluctantly, he agreed and lost the duel in front of a crowd.
The challengers, ignoring their agreement, nearly killed him.
After barely surviving the attack and defeating his enemies, he learned that his family had been brutally murdered.
This drove him mad.
He began appearing on the streets and alleys of Heart City on countless nights, seeking powerful warriors to “cross swords” with.
Anyone who encountered “Hard Blade” would be slain by his overwhelming power.
To date, he has never been defeated.
Amy sighs, her eyes filled with determination.
“Although your journey has been tragic, joining the Troublemakers to bring about the end of the world is something Babel Tower cannot forgive… Allow me to end your final misfortune.”
She is alone here.
Bai Yan had initially planned to send reinforcements to Amy, but after some consideration, he decided it was best for her to face this challenge on her own.
With five strategic points and only seven Core Operators available, even if Bai Yan included himself, there simply weren’t enough people to spare.
A towering silver mech descends from the sky, landing amidst the chaotic buildings.
The Silver Angel, Revised.
“Hard Blade” remains seated, eyes closed, his mind focused on the incoming mech.
The mech, now upgraded by Amy, unfolds its “wings” and launches a barrage of mini missiles, raining down on Hard Blade.
“Boom!”
Explosions rip through the area. Amy had already warned the nearby gangsters, so she isn’t concerned about collateral damage.
When the smoke clears, Hard Blade stands, panting but unharmed.
He presses his hand against his blade and murmurs to himself, “If there are beings who hear the name of the Tathagata, may their sins of the Five Transgressions be eliminated.”
He finishes his chant and swings his blade.
The Limitless Longevity Wisdom Radiant King Tathagata’s Mighty Strike!
The innate power of the Blade of Words manifests as a flurry of crimson sword shadows, slashing forward with brutal intent toward the massive mech.
“Watch out!”
Under Amy’s control, the mech nimbly evades the attack.
In the next moment, it raises one hand, extending a blazing sword longer than a human body.
The Silver Angel descends, wielding the radiant sword.
With eyes closed, Hard Blade sighs and continues, “To attain the ultimate enlightenment, surpassing countless cycles of worldly suffering.”
He swings his blade once more—The Victorious and Swift Buddha’s Slash!
Invisible shadows fly in a barrage, striking the mech.
Its heavy body is instantly knocked back, crashing to the ground.
Amy attempts to adjust the mech but suddenly feels an INT alarm.
Danger is near!
Without hesitation, she steers her wheelchair out of the safe house and into the sky, narrowly avoiding disaster.
In a cloud of dust, Hard Blade leaps gracefully into the air, his blade cutting through the air with an arc of moonlight.
“Standing on the path of ultimate enlightenment, seeking the highest truth, striving for awakening,” he whispers, his voice filled with remorse and anguish.
Perhaps only the destruction of the world could alleviate some of the grief and helplessness tormenting this swordsman.
A massive halo sweeps across the area, bathing everything within a thousand-kilometer radius in pure moonlight.
The Silver Angel is pierced through at the center.
Once nearly indestructible, the mech now crumbles as if made of tofu.
The surrounding mutated individuals, having fled, are instantly cleaved in two.
Not just the people, but the entire street itself is brutally sliced in half.
Amy, in her wheelchair, watches in disbelief as the world around her is torn apart.
“It’s too powerful. Almost too strong.”
“How is this possible? How could I ever defeat him?” Amy sighs.
“I might die here, but if it leads to the world’s destruction… I can’t even imagine that.”
Amy commands her wheelchair to rise, narrowly escaping death once more.
But she feels a terrifying force locking onto her.
This blade’s pure intent is unbearable, threatening to tear apart even the most resilient souls.
Amy tenses instinctively, her body drenched in sweat.
Her thoughts are no longer her own—”Hard Blade” has locked onto her.
“No, I can’t let you kill my family!” he suddenly shouts, speaking to himself in wild, nonsensical ramblings.
“I must protect them, even if it turns me into a demon!”
Finally, his eyes open, bloodshot and filled with madness.
“Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha!”
Amy feels the purest sense of murderous intent.
Although she has a backup plan—a squad of robots and control over the electronics on the third floor—she feels utterly helpless.
The difference in strength between them is vast!
Before she can react, a beam of white light descends from the sky.
Like the sword of the White Emperor, it strikes down the crimson moon.
Bai Yan has arrived.
He stands calmly, watching from atop a severed building.
His timely intervention prevents Hard Blade from launching the next attack.
Hard Blade pauses and yells, “Who is there?”
A mysterious smile crosses Bai Yan’s face as he responds from a distance, “Why should I introduce myself again? I am Profligate of Babel Tower. Do you know me?”
Hard Blade nods vigorously, shouting,
“Are you here to challenge me? Or to harm my family? You must be one of the villains!”
Bai Yan frowns and falls silent.
This man is completely mad—communication is impossible. The only option is to defeat him.
The battle resumes, with Hard Blade unleashing his next attack:
“Eight cold, eight hot, Red Lotus, lonely at the edge, sharp blade in the void.”
He suddenly smiles, gripping his blade.
Crimson waves surge from behind him as he unleashes the Incessant Hell Slash.
