Chapter 308
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Chapter 308: Strong One “Nightsaber”
Mercury Ball.
This ancient organization, which has been passed down through the generations, has always held the “host of the ball” as its leader—the highest position and the only one. The identity of the host has remained mysterious throughout history. Even the Color Assassins have no knowledge of how each new host is chosen or how they appear.
For thousands, even tens of thousands of years, the host would suddenly vanish, only to be replaced by another. But each host possessed the ability to command the Color Assassins. And throughout history, every host wore a delicate mask, resembling the flow of mercury. This mercury mask was the only item never replaced, never lost.
The old man wearing the orange mask behind the round table spoke impatiently.
“How long until we can retrieve the ancient artifact beneath the Tulip Manor? The world is already crumbling. We need to find a way to leave this world.”
The young man beneath the green mask glared at the host of the ball, his voice cold and indifferent.
“As long as we obtain it, we will grow stronger. Perhaps even reach the ‘Apocalypse.’ Is that true?”
The host, dressed in a white robe and wearing the mercury mask that hid their face, nodded slowly, their tone calm.
“That is correct.”
The assassin under the yellow mask, known as “Isoyellow Pearl Jade,” could no longer remain silent.
“Why are you so sure? Is there any proof? What exactly lies beneath the Tulip Manor?”
Times had changed, and this meeting was of great importance. Three Color Assassins had been directly summoned by the host of the ball.
They did not resist the host’s call, but frustration was brewing within them.
The Doomsday Crisis had already struck. The “Purple” assassin was dead, and “Azure” had betrayed them. The Color Assassins now realized how dangerous the Mercury Ball had become.
“Hidden Azure” had been lured and betrayed by the Babel Tower, leading to the death of their mentor, “Purple.” Now, only three Color Assassins remained.
“Orange Light Phantom” was frail, but exceptionally fast. He could vanish in an instant, becoming a blur.
“Isoyellow Pearl Jade” was a short, middle-aged man responsible for the Mercury Ball’s finances. He wielded powerful curse magic and was a master in this domain.
“Green Emerald Fog Rain” was a twisted young half-elf, the most vicious of the Color Assassins, and the only one to reach the “Crown.”
In the room, besides the three Color Assassins, sat the heart of the Mercury Ball—the “host” of the ball.
The Mercury Ball could survive the loss of any single Color Assassin.
Even if all of them perished, the Mercury Ball would endure.
But the host was irreplaceable. They had the power to summon all Color Assassins and could communicate directly with assassins across the land. They set the monthly assassination list and negotiated with the “guests” through projections.
Without the host, the Mercury Ball would cease to exist.
The host of the ball began to explain:
“The ancient artifact beneath the Tulip Manor originates from the ‘Mystery Heart’… It is an Outer God that grants power to all extraordinary items across the multiverse. Anything belonging to it holds immeasurable power.”
“In the multiverse, there are ‘Ruin-level Relics.'”
Ruin-level Relics?
The Color Assassins present were stunned, unable to grasp the concept of these “Ruin-level Relics.” Were they a new class of relic? Perhaps something above Civilization-level Relics?
The host remained silent for a moment before continuing.
“A ‘Ruin-level Relic’ is a class above Civilization-level Relics.”
“The twenty-seven Outer Gods at the highest level of the multiverse correspond to these twenty-seven Ruin-level Relics. Their power is far beyond that of Civilization-level Relics. They were the first to fall into the Noah world at the bottom of the multiverse.”
“At least five of these Ruin-level Relics have already fallen into the Noah world. This is unimaginable in the other worlds of the multiverse.”
The words the host spoke were so bizarre that they left the Color Assassins struggling to understand.
“There are twenty-seven Outer Gods?” the “Orange Light Phantom” inquired with a frown.
“In our understanding, there are only twenty-four…”
The host nodded.
“Indeed. In fact, besides the twenty-four well-known Outer Gods, there are three others: ‘Origin,’ ‘Ceremony,’ and ‘End.'”
“All twenty-seven Ruin-level Relics possess part of the power of the Outer Gods. If we acquire one, we will gain unimaginable strength.”
Suddenly, the host paused, the mercury mask on their face glowing faintly with colorful light.
“We have a guest.”
“An unexpected guest.”
“It’s not a guest… It’s an assassin. An assassin from the Babel Tower has come to kill us.”
Inside the Tulip Manor, Bai Yan was still engrossed in his cellphone.
The boss battle for the new event, “Assassin,” was about to begin. A group of assassins gathered around, watching as “Nightsaber” and “Sword of Demons” invaded.
The subtitles displayed a series of clicking sounds.
Host of the Ball: “You… did the savior of Babel Tower send you to target us?”
Nightsaber: “In the name of the savior, Babel Tower’s blades will eliminate you all.”
The conversation ended, and the battle began.
Bai Yan manipulated “Nightsaber” on his cellphone and led the attack. At the same time, he sent an incarnation to the assassin manor.
Despite the overwhelming power of “Nightsaber,” Bai Yan couldn’t shake the feeling of unease.
The underlying data in the game mentioned a “hidden character” related to the Tower. This character was a dangerous entity.
At the Assassin Manor, Mu Ling had already made her way in.
Her speed and power were unmatched. She cut down the ordinary assassins in her path with ease.
In just two minutes, Mu Ling had slaughtered her way from the entrance to the interior of the manor. Behind her, blood mixed with rainwater, flowing into a small river.
Inside the dim hall, Mu Ling took in the old, abandoned decorations. She looked up to find Mr. Mushroom floating in mid-air—no, it was Ms. Mushroom? That didn’t seem right.
“Why… does your voice, Mushroom, change?” Mu Ling questioned.
The magic sword answered in a calm, indifferent female voice,
“My voice reflects the deepest desires of every living being.”
“The deepest desires?” Mu Ling asked, intrigued.
“Yes,” the magic sword continued. “During Babel Tower meetings, my voice remains neutral because there are many people present, and I have to ‘synthesize’ it.”
Mu Ling frowned.
“Then what are my desires? Why does it simulate this voice?”
The magic sword replied, “Your most significant desire, which many people don’t recognize as ‘evil,’ is ‘obsession.'”
“…”
Obsession? Mu Ling thought for a moment. She realized it wasn’t wrong—once she set her sights on something, she would pursue it relentlessly, without regret.
“I see,” she said, understanding.
The magic sword added, “You also possess other desires, such as appetite, reproduction, vanity, and love… but they are suppressed by your obsession.”
Mu Ling paused, remembering something. Reproduction.
“If I have children… I’ll no longer bear the family burden and can serve the savior freely.”
But she couldn’t think of a suitable partner.
Her thoughts were interrupted as her body moved of its own accord, guided by some invisible force.
She raised her sword and swung it at a nearby wall.
“Hmm?”
Mu Ling sensed the space distorting, as though her sword had struck something that didn’t exist in the real world.
She attacked again.
One strike after another, relentless.
Eventually, the distorted space shattered, revealing a black hole.
An eerie aura began to emanate from it. Without hesitation, Mu Ling stepped into the black hole, confident that the great savior’s choice would guide her.
The magic sword followed her, silent, observing the presence of “Nightsaber.”
Mu Ling found herself in a mysterious room filled with a dense aura of darkness. At the center of the room sat a flowing mercury round table, surrounded by four figures wearing strange masks.
The notorious Color Assassins.
Mu Ling knew them well from her studies of the Euro League. They were known for their ruthless actions—tempting people to commit heinous acts, manipulating them to kill for a price. Sometimes that price was money, sometimes the soul of an entire family.
The host of the ball looked at her, unperturbed, and spoke slowly.
“You… came here because the savior of Babel Tower has targeted us, correct?”
Mu Ling’s gaze was emotionless.
“Many famous tragedies have been caused by your hands. Even children have killed their parents because of your influence.”
“In the name of the savior… Babel Tower’s blade will wipe you out.”
The host of the ball shook his head lightly.
“You’re wrong. We only gave them a chance. The true will to kill comes from their own hearts. We don’t decide who lives or dies.”
Mu Ling felt a surge of disgust.
There was no point in continuing the conversation. Adults, especially the powerful, hold their values firm. Verbal battles were futile.
Without hesitation, the three Color Assassins launched their attack.
“Orange Light Phantom” was fast and protected by a Civilization-level Relic.
“Green Emerald Fog Rain” used deadly toxins.
“Isoyellow Pearl Jade” wielded unpredictable powers, transforming gold and silver into living monsters.
Despite their strength, Mu Ling fought them off with ease.
Her overwhelming power forced them into a corner.
“Run! She hasn’t even used her full strength!” shouted Orange Light Phantom.
This girl was far too powerful—none in the Kingdom of Dark Light could match her.
The remaining two Color
Assassins also fled, but Mu
Ling realized that her savior
had decided it was time to end
this.
“Let’s finish this.”
She tightened her grip on the
sword, inhaling deeply. A
dense darkness engulfed her
body, deeper than any
darkness in the secret room.
The remaining assassins froze,
sensing the immense power
radiating from her.
Mu Ling disappeared in an
instant.
In the next moment, the two
Color Assassins behind her fell
to the ground, their heads
severed from their necks.
A double kill.
“Deep Blue World.”
Without drawing her sword
again, Mu Ling reappeared in
front of the escaping “Orange
Light Phantom.”
His mask shattered, revealing
a terrified, desperate face.
In the blink of an eye, he too
was decapitated.
The once-fast assassin was no
match for her.
“Next, it’s your turn,” Mu Ling
said, turning to the host of the
ball.
The host had not made a
single move.
It was strange…
Then, something shocking
happened.
The host of the ball collapsed
to the ground. His body rapidly
aged, decaying at an alarming
speed.
Within moments, he had
turned into a dried and
emaciated corpse.
