Chapter 301

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Chapter 301: Seizing the Babel Tower!

Assassins, robbers, thugs, outlaws, lawless individuals—these are some of the labels given to certain people.

They may have many differences, but perhaps their common characteristic is… they may kill when angered.

However, cruelty from the “Tower” is something entirely different. It gets angry when it doesn’t get to kill!

“Calm down, calm down, you need to stay calm. Don’t kill this guy, it was hard enough to find someone from Babel Tower… Kill someone else to vent your anger.”

The three heads of Cruelty suddenly started trying to calm themselves down, desperately hoping to ease the rage.

Eventually, it succeeded. Instead of attacking the one in front of it, it decided to kill others to vent its anger.

For a moment, Cruelty felt almost too mild, even reasonable.

Then, raising its pitch-black staff, it pointed it at the audience.

“Champion! Champion! Champion!”

The ignorant crowd continued to cheer, completely unaware of the impending doom that awaited them.

It was about to take action.

Ganis instinctively wanted to stop the oncoming destruction, but as he noticed something, his expression shifted.

This person was likely an enemy. But the bloodthirsty, savage audience members—were they his friends?

No, they were undoubtedly the enemies he despised.

He realized he had no position to interfere.

So, he decided to observe, waiting to see how things would unfold.

Cruelty’s insect-like limbs, holding the black staff, trembled as massive black clouds began to gather in the sky.

The clouds didn’t just cover the abattoir—they spread across the entire District 7.

If Alan had been present, he would have immediately recognized the name of this forbidden spell.

During the Doomsday Crisis, the “Chaos Saint” Hals had used this very move against him.

Kingdom of Decay.

It brought down a rain of aging decay. Anyone who was touched by a drop would rapidly age and meet an untimely death.

“Deep Blue World!”

At that moment, Bai Yan had already dealt with all of the Demon’s Eggs.

He had changed his appearance and was draped in a black cloak. In an instant, he appeared behind Cruelty.

With a swift motion, “Gorgeous Moonshine” split Cruelty’s body in two.

The world returned to normal.

The vast black clouds in the sky dissipated, and the crisis that could have destroyed the entire district was easily resolved.

“Huh?”

Cruelty, whose body had been cleaved in half, looked at the scene in astonishment.

“What’s going on? Just a moment ago… I felt the presence of the King of Deep Blue. Who on earth is it? How dare they harm my avatar?”

In the next moment, a white sticky gas began to ooze from the seemingly severed body of Cruelty.

This special gas wriggled and “stuck” Cruelty’s body back together.

Cruelty swung its staff and turned to face the black-cloaked man who had suddenly appeared on the scene, finally recognizing the strength of his opponent.

Cruelty silently thought, “It’s a pity… My avatar can only exert a small portion of my power.”

Bai Yan, standing on the stage, stared at the peculiar insect-like figure in front of him, saying nothing.

Whether it was the entire city or the abattoir, Bai Yan wouldn’t allow it to be destroyed. The Crown Ceremony required the presence of these live audience members.

“Ah! I’m sure you all have seen it! Our performance has encountered an unexpected situation!”

The host of the abattoir was bewildered, unable to comprehend what had just happened. The audience members finally started to realize something was off.

“Who is that person?”

“Why did someone suddenly appear? This doesn’t feel right.”

“That guy doesn’t look like he’s from around here, and that insect-like figure is also strange.”

Despite the murmurs in the audience, both Bai Yan and Cruelty clearly couldn’t care less.

Cruelty glared at Bai Yan and, ever the talkative one, rambled on.

“What exactly is your Babel Tower? What is your relationship with the Lord of the Tower… Before disappearing, it once said it would ‘win back the origin’ in the most terrifying and perfect game, but then it completely vanished, leaving only a message ordering us to find something called ‘Babel Tower.’”

“As for ‘Babel Tower,’ isn’t it you?” Cruelty’s tone was filled with subtlety.

“So, what exactly is your relationship with the God of Games, the Lord of the Tower? Could the so-called savior also be one of its incarnations?”

Cruelty seemed to be unable to decide whether Bai Yan was an enemy or an ally.

Bai Yan shook his head slightly, solemnly refusing to answer.

“The questions you ask, we cannot answer, because Babel Tower has its own rules.”

Do I have to explain to you?

Am I the savior of Babel Tower?

Whether I’m the reincarnation of the God of Games, or an incarnation, Bai Yan had no intention of being involved with anyone from the Tower.

Because these beings were no longer simply “bad” in the traditional sense. They were fundamentally the evil incarnations.

The Moon Witch, in her distant past, had once been the Ultimate Witch, and she could even be considered the “person” with the most principles in the “Tower.”

The others had no moral concepts at all.

Hearing this, Cruelty couldn’t hold back any longer. It shouted, “I’ve already been so mild, yet you still refuse to answer? Then there’s nothing more to discuss. I will take your souls and study the truth!”

“Yes, there’s nothing more to talk about,” Bai Yan replied, his tone calm.

Pitch-black flames had already ignited, gradually enveloping Cruelty’s insect-like humanoid body. No matter what, Cruelty couldn’t escape the flames, and it was slowly consumed.

It felt neither fear nor anger, simply declaring calmly, “We will come to this world. Not in the form of avatars, but in our true forms… If it’s not the Lord of the Tower, then we have only one goal—to seize Babel Tower!”

Want to snatch Babel Tower?

If you have the ability, then come and try.

Bai Yan watched, unflinching, as the insect-like figure was gradually consumed by the fire until not even ashes remained, showing no emotional fluctuation.

His potential enemies were a group of incredibly powerful beings. Even if they had more members from the “Tower,” it wouldn’t make a significant difference.

Ganis silently observed the scene, pondering the true nature of the “Lord of the Tower,” but there was too little information to fully comprehend it.

However, one thing was clear to him.

The Savior of Babel Tower’s great favor towards him weighed heavily on his heart.

Even if, at a crucial moment, the Savior needed his soul, Ganis had no reason to refuse.

If such a moment truly arrived, he would entrust his aspiration to save the Persecuted to someone else and die for the Savior.

The audience in the abattoir began to realize that something was very wrong. Even the host stopped trying to redirect their attention.

Some members of the audience began fleeing the abattoir in a panic.

Seeing this, Ganis sighed. The cherished heart of the “Crown Ceremony” was falling apart. He had let the Savior down.

“It’s alright, I still have a solution.”

In the form of “Viscount Edmond,” Bai Yan remained calm, unfazed by the unfolding chaos.

He still had a solution.

Ganis was slightly taken aback and asked in confusion, “But these people are almost gone! What other solution is there?”

At this point, Ganis could not come up with any other answers.

He saw the silver glow in the eyes of the “Keeper of Secrets” as an intangible power spread from another dimension, effortlessly dominating the minds of everyone present.

“Come back.”

As the voice echoed, the people who had been fleeing stopped in their tracks, their minds clouded, and they turned back to return to their seats.

It was like a flock of sheep being herded by a shepherd.

In the blink of an eye, the several thousand people who had panicked and scattered returned to their seats.

Silence fell.

The “Keeper of Secrets” turned around, looking at the bewildered Ganis.

A light laugh escaped his lips, as if he were someone in complete control.

“See… the audience you need has returned.”

Today, another major event unfolded in Annottales.

In the seventh district, several thousand audience members suddenly fell into a collective hypnosis, losing parts of their memories.

Soon after, a large number of sinners in the abattoir vanished into thin air, as if they had evaporated from the mortal world.

The higher-ups in the church were furious over this significant incident, and they vowed to thoroughly investigate and execute all fleeing sinners.

However, the “Incarnation of Dark Light” did not make any comment on this small matter.

As for the initiator of it all, “Viscount Edmond,” he sat calmly at home, sipping on a cup of warm tea.

Outside the window, heavy rain fell, filling the air with the scent of earth.

Bai Yan listened to the sound of raindrops and spoke slowly,

“In this way, there are only two ‘people’ left who have yet to reach the Crown.”

He calmly opened the operator list and glanced at the character card of “Fist of Duel,” but he wasn’t satisfied. Bai Yan then accessed the “Real Digital World” to view more detailed underlying data.

A headache. Here we go.

But over the past few days, he had started to adapt to this pain.

Core Operator: Title: Fist of Duel

Gender: Male

Plane: Material World

Rank: Crown

Race: Human

Operator Identification: Slaughter/Duel

Milestones: King of the Arena, Sinner Leader, World Savior

Primary Attributes:

Physical: 279

INT: 175

Skill: 214

Secondary Attributes:

Charisma: 8

Loyalty: 8

Mood: 8

Trait:

Duelist: Temporary skill boost in one-on-one combat, increases with injury severity.

Powerful Punch: Attack power increases in hand-to-hand combat, decreases with weapons.

Outstanding Performance: Skilled at entertaining and guiding collective opinion.

Sinner Leader: His words are authoritative to sinners, his orders must be followed.

Abilities:

Iron Body: A physique naturally stronger than steel and cement.

Insight: High skill value greatly increases the chance of landing a critical hit.

Born Warrior: Can learn and improve any physical combat technique after witnessing it once.

Blazing Sun: Power derived from primordial flame, intense heat like the sun!

Secondary Data:

Body size: 186 cm, 107, 87, 108

Likes: Little sister, freedom, pan-seared steak, salt-baked escargot, training

Dislikes: City dwellers, rainbows, desserts, black tea

Items: Ghost Armor

Description: The indomitable leader the sinners have been waiting for, who challenges unjust order with duels, striking fear into all enemies—a born god of battle!

“The true savior of the sinners, the leader who liberates the enslaved.”

Ghost Armor is a new item given to “Fist of Duel” by Bai Yan.

It is high-level arcane equipment that consumes the user’s flesh and blood to grant them greater power.

Originally, Bai Yan intended to give it to Scarlet Moon, but she’s already powerful enough, so it wasn’t needed.

As for the few things mentioned in the lower-level data, Bai Yan knows about the third item.

The second item…

He hasn’t tried giving the Dust of the Past to Ganis yet, but it seems there’s a hidden loophole.

As for the “Endless Treasure,” it’s one of the most powerful Entertainment Cards with the highest level among all dungeon cards… and the difficulty is much higher compared to the existing dungeon card “Reaching Heaven.”

Though Bai Yan covets various things on that “island,” Babel Tower isn’t strong enough yet. He can only wait.

Finally, he successfully rescued all the sinners from the abattoir in the seventh district.

These people were temporarily placed in the wilderness near Tatsumi City, and Bai Yan vowed that they would never enter Tatsumi City with the arrival of the Leaf King and the Imperial Guards of the Eyes of the Empire.

“Master,” a maid appeared at the door, bowing her head respectfully. “The Knight of the Divine Blade has arrived, and they wish to confirm if there are any escaped sinners in Tulip Manor.”

A light smile spread across Bai Yan’s face. He nodded, his voice meaningful: “Very well, let them in. Prepare some refreshments and fine tea… As a law-abiding noble, I naturally cannot hinder the investigation of the Knights of the Divine Blade.”

A group of riders clad in black raincoats rode through the rain curtain outside Tulip Manor. Their horses’ faces were covered with deep black masks adorned with golden iris patterns.

Even though their vision was obscured, they still managed to discern various things in the darkness, avoiding dangerous terrain.

The group stopped in front of the Tulip Manor’s mansion.

The silver-haired woman leading them dismounted, approached the mansion gate, and knocked heavily on the door.

“Open the door.”

“I am Christine of the Divine Blade, here to investigate the escape of sinners.”