Chapter 303

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Chapter 303: Rainy Night Demon Sword

Dead Silence.

The largest illegal cult in the world of Noah, with a sizable number of followers. Unlike some cults, Dead Silence’s ideals have gained popularity even among ordinary people.

Their actions are incredibly evil, often involving the sacrifice of the silent, deceased, and other still victims.

The current leader of Dead Silence, “Silence,” once held a grand ceremony seventy years ago. People call it the “Ritual of Tranquility.”

This was the highest-level ritual ever recorded within Dead Silence. It is said to have summoned the Songstress multiple times in a certain world. He sacrificed an entire city to the Outer God, Peaceful Songstress, in hopes of her descent into the world.

However, the “heavens” did not fulfill their desires. Although they received unprecedented blessings, the Songstress did not descend.

The ritual was successful in some ways, but not entirely.

The leader of Dead Silence, “Silence,” remains an enigma. No one knows his true identity, but his power is widely acknowledged. After the “Ritual of Tranquility,” his strength undoubtedly grew even greater. Some even suspect that “Silence” has reached the upper echelons of power in the world of Noah.

“Weekly mission…”

On Bai Yan’s mobile screen, a pitch-black street appeared. At the end of the street stood several gray-robed monsters, marked as “Peaceful Disciples.”

This time, only one member could participate in the battle.

Bai Yan selected “Sword of Demons” from the operator list.

He swiped his finger on the phone, and the pixelated “Sword of Demons” flew out, easily piercing through the bodies of the monsters. They let out a sound resembling “ah,” and their health points plummeted by more than half.

Bai Yan continued sliding his fingers, as if playing a fruit-cutting game. The “Sword of Demons” zipped through the air, slicing down batches of “Silent Devotees” with pixelated style.

However, these small monsters fought back. They launched red dots, attacking the “Sword of Demons” soaring above.

But all Bai Yan had to do was dodge these dots while continuously attacking the little monsters with his magic sword.

“There aren’t even enough bullets to cover the screen. How could I possibly get hit…?”

Bai Yan chuckled and shook his head lightly, as the “Sword of Demons” effortlessly disposed of all the little monsters.

In fact, the power gap was enormous. Bai Yan suspected that even if he took the “bullet curtain” head-on, it wouldn’t pose much of a challenge.

Yet, he subconsciously aimed for a perfect clearance.

Finally, the boss of this weekly mission appeared.

“High-level Priest”

This enemy was significantly larger in pixel size compared to the smaller monsters, yet his attire was no different from the “Silent Devotees”—a gray robe.

“He shouldn’t be too strong either, right?” Bai Yan mused, sensing that things were becoming easier.

He raised both hands, and hundreds of red dots immediately surged out, filling the sky.

But Bai Yan’s gaming skills were beyond human imagination. Even if he played with his feet, he could still dominate every game championship in his hometown.

He easily manipulated the “Sword of Demons” to dodge the bullet curtain attacks.

“Is that all?” Bai Yan smiled and shook his head, not even needing to use the “Sword of Demons'” vaporizing ability.

Not only did he dodge the numerous barrages, but he also found opportunities to brush against the boss’s body, taking chunks of health with each strike. The damage was evident.

Finally, the boss’s body began to turn black, signaling the transition to the second phase.

A massive, terrifying gray light beam erupted from the boss’s body, accompanied by another barrage of bullets targeting the “Sword of Demons.”

There was a bit of difficulty in dodging, but Bai Yan still handled it with ease.

In the end, he effortlessly and perfectly defeated the boss on his first try.

Bai Yan activated the “Soul Restraint” ability of his magic sword, absorbing the boss’s soul and adding it to the “Ghosts” under his control.

“Save the game?”

“Restart?”

Bai Yan lightly tapped his finger.

“Save.”

That’s how simple the weekly mission was.

He pinched his chin thoughtfully. “Hmm, this is Mushroom’s first weekly mission. I wonder what kind of experience it will be for him?”

As the members of Babel Tower grew stronger, Bai Yan noticed that these missions were becoming increasingly easier.

After all, as a real world, the members of Babel Tower were rapidly improving in strength, while their enemies’ strength in reality remained mostly unchanged.

With Babel Tower’s influence skyrocketing, their strength was undeniably growing.

Annottales, District 8.

Cold rain fell steadily, causing the water level on the streets to rise gradually.

In a month that should have been snowy, the weather had turned abnormally warm. Perhaps, it was the residual power of the Outer God still at work.

On the deserted streets, numerous robed figures appeared one by one, emerging from vortex-like “spatial gates.”

They exuded a strange aura—seamlessly blending into the surroundings, devoid of any vitality, and silent. A palpable sense of tranquility filled the air.

Among the robed individuals, the one leading them was an old, white-haired man with sightless eyes. He slowly turned around and silently stood before the rest. The robed figures followed suit, maintaining their stillness and serenity.

Finally, a white piece of paper, untouched by the rain, appeared in front of the old man. A peculiar force surged, causing ancient, distorted words to appear on the paper.

“Great accomplishment is within reach.”

“We are about to commence the ‘Ritual of Serenity’ and summon our revered Songstress.”

“It will bring tranquility to all things.”

“At that time, we will all achieve eternal peace.”

Eternal peace.

What exactly is that state?

Very few members of Dead Silence could explain it clearly. To them, happiness in life is just a fleeting satisfaction of desires. Only the peace after death is seen as eternal.

However, mortal wisdom and souls are always limited. Even if peace is reached temporarily, it cannot be maintained eternally. They can only hope in the great Outer God.

Peaceful Songstress.

An Outer God representing the aspect of ‘Winter’—silence, conclusion, and the endless passage of time.

The Songstress is said to represent the time of midnight. Legends describe the Songstress as an elegant figure wearing a white mask, singing for the departed in the realm of non-existence, granting them eternal rest.

After reading the words on the white paper, the robed individuals remained silent and motionless, like living statues or plants.

They, too, were living… but were already seeking the peace after death.

At that moment, the old man seemed to sense something and slowly turned his head to the sky in the distance.

Despite his blindness, his formidable INT allowed him to perceive what others could not.

In the sky, amidst the falling rain, a sword hovered.

The magic sword trembled slightly, emanating a low hum. The once-clear eyes on its hilt were now tightly shut.

“Swoosh!”

Suddenly, it dashed into the crowd of gray-robed figures like a bolt of lightning. Before some could react, they were impaled through the chest by the pitch-black blade.

Some less composed disciples finally showed astonishment in their eyes, though they kept silent.

What kind of anomaly was this?

The air of danger and the power of slaughter was undeniably real.

A deep male voice echoed from within the demonic sword.

“I am not your enemy. I am the enemy of the world!”

The once-adorable voice of a young girl was now completely gone. This voice was that of a punisher, one who had faced countless atrocities and battles.

Perhaps, as Bai Yan had suggested, the “Sword of Demons” lacked a true human soul, instead imitating certain desires of sentient beings.

Hence, when confronting evil disciples, its voice naturally shifted.

The disciples of Dead Silence, realizing what was happening, fell silent and began casting their spells.

After a moment, numerous red dots surged from their hands, flying towards the black demonic sword with incredible speed. The red dots resembled bullets, and their power was immense.

However, the “Sword of Demons” was faster, like black lightning striking with radiance!

One gray-robed figure after another fell, their lives mercilessly harvested.

The slaughter continued.

Yet, strangely, none of the disciples of Dead Silence uttered a word. Perhaps there was something greater than life to them.

The blind old man, a high-ranking priest of Dead Silence, could not allow this to continue. He remained silent, radiating hundreds of red lights from his body.

But he still could not catch the pitch-black demonic sword!

The disparity was overwhelming.

The old man remained silent, feeling the immense power of the sword. It was no ordinary sword—it seemed to possess self-awareness.

“I see through your desires—such laughable desires,” the sword’s voice echoed.

“The desire for peace. The desire for tranquility. Deep down, you still crave immortality and eternity… Only deities can achieve true immortality. No one else.”

By this point, nearly all of the disciples had been slaughtered by the sword, leaving only the white-haired, blind old man.

Once again, writing appeared on the white paper before him.

“The serene singer will grant us peace and tranquility after death.”

“We do not fear death. We only desire to listen to His singing.”

Finally, the old man opened his eyes.

It turned out he wasn’t truly blind. His eyes contained the power of evil spells!

“Destruction.”

He fixed his gaze upon the pitch-black demonic sword in the sky. Beams of gray light erupted from his eyes, attempting to destroy the sword.

But still, he missed.

“Hahahahaha!”

The pitch-black demonic sword seemed to laugh maliciously, its voice growing more fierce and chilling.

“Become my sacrifice. Become my lamb. Become my servant!”

The Sword of Demons suddenly transformed into a pitch-black ink light, bypassing the gray columns of light. With a fierce thrust, it stabbed directly into the heart of the white-haired old man.

But until his death, the old man remained silent.

Silence was the fundamental practice of Dead Silence.

He had no fear of death. On the contrary, he anticipated entering the realm of the deceased, to finally meet the Singer.

However, terror soon overtook him!

“No! Don’t do this! How can you…?”

The Sword of Demons absorbed the old man’s soul, with faint blue dots appearing on its blade.

His soul had no chance of entering the realm of the deceased.

The once-closed eyes on the sword’s blade opened, filled with dark red malevolence and a sinister smile.

“Ahhhh! I curse you! I won’t forgive you!”

He wailed, struggled, but was utterly helpless.

Finally, the old man’s body collapsed, his soul bound, restrained, and enslaved by the Sword of Demons.

“The savior of Babel Tower… I’m willing to accompany such a task.”

The tone of the pitch-black demonic sword was filled with wicked pleasure. Its thirst for souls was instinctive, and the joy it felt was palpable.

Black mist surged as it disappeared from the scene.

A dozen minutes later.

Christine, clad in black armor, arrived with a group of knights. Pedestrians dared not gather, sensing the oppressive presence in the air.

Her silver hair, once again drenched in rain, and her serious expression revealed the gravity of the situation. She knelt down slowly.

“I can confirm this is a member of Dead Silence,” she said, analyzing the scene. “This old man was a senior priest of Dead Silence, known as ‘Evil Gaze.’ His strength was close to Crown level, yet he was killed here in no time.”

“All bodies at the scene were instantly killed with sword wounds.”

“The assassin is incredibly powerful.”

She pulled out an ancient parchment scroll from her bosom. This was a Civilization-level Relic.

“The old shadow reappears.”

Christine activated it, feeling a bone inside her break. The parchment revealed images of the demonic sword slaying countless followers, with the sounds accompanying the text, making it all too clear.

At the end, Christine saw that phrase:

“‘The savior of Babel Tower… I’m willing to accompany such a task.'”

She nodded solemnly, muttering to herself, “Another savior… Another Babel Tower. Your influence is spreading through this city.”

She slowly stood up, her gaze turning distant.

“I wonder when I’ll meet you face to face… and when that time comes, what should I do?”