Chapter 324

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Chapter 324: Malice Surges

The strange figures that had appeared on this street were an odd mixture of various beings. Most of them were human, though there were also many half-beasts, orcs, and other races scattered among them.

They lived in this forbidden land.

Now, they had all been transformed into wild, beast-like madmen.

“Sleep now.”

In the pouring rain, Aaron, hidden behind his mask, spoke calmly, activating the forbidden spell he had just prepared.

In an instant, the invisible Dream Curse spread outward, and a wide range of blue light flickered in the rain.

Deep blue runes swiftly flew out from Alan’s side, adhering to the bodies of the strange creatures, one by one.

The souls of these beings were soothed by the power of dreams.

This mysterious, unfathomable force overwhelmed them, filling them with an indescribable exhaustion, rendering them completely incapable of resistance. Soon, they collapsed into a deep, unbreakable slumber.

“Sinking Dream.”

Alan had learned this forbidden spell after it was stolen from “The Cursed String Music,” the captain of the Sword-wielding Troop.

It wasn’t part of the seventy-two ancient forbidden spells passed down through the ages, but rather one of three new forbidden spells recently invented by “The Cursed String Music,” the leader of the Sword-wielding Troop.

It belonged to the Lawbinding discipline.

The Eyes of the Empire, the central headquarters of the Demon Hunt Agency, the Intelligence Department, and forty-six other central organizations of the Air Alliance had all relocated to Tatsumi City.

As one of the few remaining members of the original Demon Hunt Agency in Tatsumi City, Alan, who was also the highest-ranking Night Watcher left, was granted an audience with the director.

When he met with the renowned director, Alan quickly learned something that shook him.

The Demon Hunt Agency in Tatsumi City had officially been disbanded.

Yes, it was true.

This was perfectly normal under the circumstances.

The Demon Hunt Agency in Tatsumi City had nearly been wiped out. Apart from a few civilian staff members, fewer than ten Night Watchers remained alive.

After the Doomsday Crisis, the agency had ceased to exist.

And with the relocation of the headquarters of the Demon Hunt Agency, it was only logical that the Tatsumi City branch would be disbanded as well.

Alan took a long time to come to terms with this fact.

To him, the Demon Hunt Agency had been like a second home.

Now, that home was gone.

Yet, he still had a chance to revive his family.

If he was the chosen one, he would surely find a way to do it. Even if it wasn’t possible right now, he believed there would come a day when everyone— including Lin Bian— would be resurrected.

Two days ago, Alan had been chosen by “The Cursed String Music,” the captain of the Sword-wielding Troop, which only recruits once every thousand years. He was swiftly enlisted into the Sword-wielding Troop, the Air Alliance’s highest-level special forces unit.

This was a team of just over a hundred members, including civilian personnel, who had resolved numerous significant incidents, including saving the world in the past.

Am I truly part of the Babel Tower or the Demon Hunt Agency?

He would no longer dwell on such trivial matters.

At this moment, Alan resolved to become the bridge between the Babel Tower and the Demon Hunt Agency.

“Double Agent.”

The rain continued to fall as Alan surveyed the area calmly.

All of the enemies had fallen into a deep sleep under the enchanting influence of the “Sinking Dream.” These individuals wouldn’t wake up for at least ten days.

Ordinary people would likely perish from dehydration in such conditions, but these peculiar beings possessed extraordinary constitutions. It seemed they would suffer no ill effects, even without food or water for an entire month.

“I can only collect these people for now…”

Alan took a deep breath and retrieved a black scroll from his ring. He threw it forward.

The scroll unfurled, and an invisible force began to sweep away everything around him.

By the time the scroll returned to his hands, hundreds of the peculiar individuals had vanished. All of them had been captured and recorded within the black scroll.

This was the Advanced Relic: Scroll of the Heavenly Dome.

It appeared as a slender black scroll with no markings. When unfurled, it stretched to over ten meters in length. However, it could only capture beings who did not resist, and could not be used in combat. Soon after use, “paintings” appeared within the scroll.

At that moment, Alan’s act of capturing the people had filled one-third of the scroll, now populated with ink-like figures representing the unconscious beings.

The Scroll of the Heavenly Dome had been gifted to Alan by the Director General of the Demon Hunt Agency, the “Sword Saint” Austin, as a recognition of Alan’s and the Tatsumi City Demon Hunt Agency’s bravery and sacrifices during the Doomsday Crisis.

“That should be about right.”

Alan couldn’t bring himself to harm these civilians—whether they were human, half-beast, or orc—even if they had been driven into madness and appeared monstrous.

Instead, he chose to seal them away as a compromise.

Alan slowly extended his hand and unfurled his fist, observing dozens of pale blue threads gently floating in his palm.

These were the memories he had just extracted from the hearts of the people.

From the collective memories, Alan quickly identified one individual among them.

A man who called himself the Avenging Saint, and was referred to by others as the Evil Bastard.

This man had never shown himself directly but existed in the memories of every mutant, manipulating and tempting them to acquire their so-called “powers.”

Alan fell deep into thought.

“I won’t let you go.”

A black mist surged around him as he knew his mission had come to an end.

Soon, Alan was enveloped in the black mist, and the world around him shattered.

Not long after, he had returned to his home in Tatsumi City.

At that moment, Tatsumi City was blanketed in snow. Alan’s new home was a villa in the Dawn District. Due to the recent chaos, his parents had come to live with him.

Alan stood on the balcony, took out his phone, and shared his new discovery on the Babel Tower forum.

Among the new members, “Sword of Demons” and “Sacred Heart’s Chosen” had not yet joined the forum established by Amy, the Cybertyrant.

The former was a sword that had lived in the wilderness, and the latter existed in another world.

For the most part, they would likely have no connection to “phones” and “forums” in this lifetime.

“Mr. X”, “Hmm? The person you found is called ‘Evil Bastard’? Let me search for it.”

“Mysterious Magic”, “Yes, is there any information about him in the database? It seems that this person is still a saint.”

“Mr. X”, “I found it. In my database, there are some records about ‘Evil Bastard’. He is currently the actual leader of the remnants of the Order of the Moon Witch. His strength is unknown, and he has always kept a low profile, never causing any major disruptions.”

The Order of the Moon Witch.

At this term, the members of Babel Tower fell silent for a moment. In their memory, this cult worshiping the Ultimate Witch had always remained inconspicuous and unremarkable.

“Scarlet Moon”, “Avenging Saint of the Order of the Moon Witch? Are you kidding? The Ultimate Witch hasn’t ascended to godhood, and there’s no such thing as a ‘Chosen One’ in the first place. Can this person truly be considered a saint?”

“Mr. X”, “You’re absolutely right. His title of being a saint must be self-proclaimed. The Ultimate Witch, after all, was nothing more than a quasi-deity. Since she never ascended to godhood, there’s no such thing as a Chosen One.”

“Mysterious Magic”, “When I was in Annottales, I discovered that he caused many ordinary people to go mad and mutate, regardless of age or gender. Moreover, this power seems contagious… If we continue to ignore it, the entire city could be in danger.”

“Mysterious Magic”, “In the end, I didn’t kill those afflicted by madness, but instead sealed them away.”

“Profligate”, “Well done, you have worked hard. Others will make the same choice as you.”

The sudden appearance of Profligate caused a brief pause in the forum chat. It seemed like everyone was unsure of how to respond.

For them, Profligate was an elder figure—almost like a half-headmaster—making it difficult to speak freely in his presence.

“Psychic Dancer”, “Mr. Profligate, I have a feeling that another fierce battle is imminent… During the Doomsday Crisis, we barely emerged victorious. I truly hope that such a situation won’t occur again.”

“Profligate”, “Rest assured, all of you are growing stronger. You will eventually be able to face various evils with ease, overcoming the obstacles in your path.”

“Psychic Dancer”, “Hmm, we are all growing stronger, and if… if something like that were to happen again, I wouldn’t be helpless anymore.”

“Profligate”, “Let’s return to the topic at hand. About Annottales… This ancient city might be on the verge of something significant.”

“Profligate”, “If nothing unexpected happens, the root of the problem lies in the collaboration between the Order of the Moon Witch and the black wizard. There may even be other forces involved… However, I believe the great Savior has already sensed everything. For now, let’s wait patiently, everyone.”

“Nightsaber”, “Hmm, all we need to do is focus on our own tasks and trust in the Savior.”

“Mr. X”, “By the way, I have something to give you… perhaps it will be helpful to everyone… my ‘sisters’.”

Meanwhile, in Annottales, the Fifteenth District, within an ominous building that had been the stronghold of the largest gang in the area, not a single member of the gang remained.

Evil was spreading.

“In the Tulip Manor, there existed a powerful force of the heart, my dear.”

Sitting cross-legged on the sofa, the one-eyed girl without arms had eyes as blue as precious gems.

She calmly reported the situation to someone hidden in the darkness.

The man had a silver diamond-shaped mark on his forehead. His face was obscured in the shadows, but his towering height, nearly two meters, was unmistakable. Dressed in a black coat, he seemed to embody the darkness itself.

He picked up a glass of red wine, savored a sip, and after a moment, asked, “Noah, has your power been completely dispelled?”

“Yes,” she replied.

The man continued, “Over here, the Evil Bastard’s sneaky activities have also been noticed by someone, hehe… But that person quickly left the city, vanishing without a trace… Perhaps they are the legendary person of the Babel Tower?”

If Tao Wu were still alive, he would certainly recognize this man with the diamond-shaped mark on his forehead.

In the man’s eyes, there was something extraordinary. A gaze that saw the entire world as a game.

It existed only in the eyes of a few.

The man continued, “The remnants of Dead Silence and the Order of the Moon Witch have decided to join forces. They even invited me back from the Whirlworld to assist them… Even with ‘Noah’s Mightiest’ in Annottales, they may not be able to stop our plan.”

“But with the Babel Tower, everything may not be certain,” he added, shifting his focus.

The one-eyed girl asked calmly, “Master, what exactly is the Babel Tower?”

The man smiled and said,

“Who knows? I don’t know, and I don’t care… I just think things will become very interesting once I get involved with them.”

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with excitement,

“You, the Savior of Babel Tower, are you a deity or a demon? I long to meet you! Because you see the entire world as a game… You are a being similar to me!”

It was like fulfilling my dream!

“Master, there’s something I still can’t understand.”

Noah paused and continued, “Why is one of the rewards the Order of the Moon Witch asks for the sealing of the reincarnated form of Dead Silence’s leader, the Silent Heart of Death?”

In the darkness, the man chuckled, not answering immediately but instead asking the girl a question.

“What do you think, deep within the hearts of the remnants of the Order of the Moon Witch, is the true identity of the reincarnated form of the Ultimate Witch?”

Noah thought for a moment and expressed her confusion, “The incarnation of faith?”

“No,” the man responded sharply. “The Order of the Moon Witch is a group of traitors!”

“They once betrayed the Ultimate Witch. After her fall, they tried to consume her flesh and blood to gain power, but in doing so, they became bound by a cursed force. Throughout generations, they were compelled to obey the commands of the reincarnated form of the witch, unable to betray her willingly.”

He suddenly burst into laughter, clapping his hands.

“In the eyes of these wasted souls! The reincarnation of the witch is actually their archenemy, their natural master, the fate they have always wanted to destroy through generations!”

Noah nodded, seemingly grasping the truth.

She analyzed, “So when the leader of Dead Silence proposed to turn the witch’s reincarnation into an undead, forever sealed away, Evil Bastard remained silent, implying agreement… Though unable to betray willingly, the remnants of the Order of the Moon Witch, more than anyone else, wanted her complete disappearance.”

The man nodded and smiled, “Exactly. That’s how it is in reality.”

“A great show is about to begin.”

Suddenly, he took out a coin, smiling, and tossed it into the air.

“If it’s heads, I’ll follow the agreement and risk everything to help the two united cults… If it’s tails, I’ll betray them without hesitation. Hehe…”

And then, they were mercilessly slain.

The man squinted his eyes.

No matter which side the coin landed on, it was bound to be exciting.

The involvement of the Babel Tower filled him with an insatiable thrill!