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Chapter 339: Loved Ones

Maryse had a reason to call Mu Ling a hypocrite.

Mu Ling was usually very serious, but at times, she would entertain “strange ideas,” or as some might say, “wild thoughts.”

Honestly, in a world that could be destroyed at any moment, Mu Ling had never really considered the idea of romance or love.

She was focused on battling, training, and having children.

Clearly, falling in love and starting a family were two very different matters.

But now, with missions coming almost every day, Mu Ling had little time for anything else.

She felt as if there were countless worlds in the multiverse, like grains of sand in a river, all in need of saving. She might have to fight for thousands of years to save them all.

In other words, personal time was scarce.

When thinking about the future—how to live with her husband, when to have children—she understood the process of conception, but the idea still felt very challenging. There was no time, no energy, and she had never even done it before.

Yet, deep down, Mu Ling longed to carry on her family legacy.

She gazed at the two shadowy figures that had transformed into “herself,” and a peculiar thought emerged in her mind.

“If they could get pregnant and accompany my future husband… Hmm, two obedient versions of ‘me’… Maybe they’d be more helpful than a clueless, pretending-to-be-serious version of me on those matters…”

These shadow clones were able to do things she couldn’t.

Mu Ling pondered this, only to be surprised by an unexpected turn of events.

The clones immediately began to carry out her thoughts.

“Wait! I was just thinking! You don’t need to act right away…”

Mu Ling blinked in shock as she realized a flaw in her “shadow clones.” What she had merely thought of as a possibility was being interpreted and carried out as an order.

Sighing, she murmured to herself, “I really need to learn to control my thoughts… I’m not very good at it yet.”

After a moment, she reflected, “If you think about it carefully, once this ‘possibility’ is realized, they won’t exist anymore. Even if they have the same physical form, how could they truly take my place in having children…?”

And if a child was born from them, would it really be hers?

Though there was a physical connection, the child wouldn’t have originated from her body…

It felt strange.

Inside the Tower of Babel

Bai Yan sat silently on his throne, watching a live stream on his phone.

“…”

He hadn’t expected Mu Ling to be so… mysterious.

Bai Yan’s face was a picture of surprise.

“I never imagined that after gaining new abilities, my shadow clone could perform such moves…”

He still couldn’t believe it.

Mu Ling had turned out to be quite a surprise!

Like before, Bai Yan carefully read the new version of the “Nightsaber” card.

Core Operator:

Title: Nightsaber: Shadow Tactics (Mu Ling)

Gender: Female

Plane: Formation Realm

Level: Crown (Potential Apocalypse)

Race: Human

Operator Identification: Crowd/Infiltration/Destruction (Optimal Infiltration)

Milestones: The crime-hunter’s homestead, the Hound of Babel Tower, the hero of Tatsumi City, the hunter of malevolent gods.

Primary Attributes:

Physical: 325+50 Self-healing Specialization (A terrifying power hidden within a beautiful body)

Inspiration: 218 (An incredibly powerful inspiration, almost like a mythical creature)

Skill: 462 (In controlling her own shadow, it’s like controlling herself)

Secondary Attributes:

Charm: 10 (No one can ignore her beauty, unless they are already blind)

Loyalty: 9 (A loyal blade, dedicated to a deserving master)

Mood: 8 (She received a new omelette rice and new possibilities)

Trait:

With the elegance of a cat (Skill improvement speed increases significantly)

Embrace fear (When battling foes stronger than oneself, both skills and inspiration soar)

Oh, my dear people (In battles where innocent lives are present, skills greatly improve)

Shadow Spirit (When fighting within the shadows, skills rise to new heights)

Abilities:

Deep Blue World: At 100% skill proficiency, time pauses for five seconds.

Self-healing Specialization

Shadow Shift: Create a clone from one’s own shadow, with identical attributes. The clone lacks self-awareness and obeys commands. It is resistant to elimination and shares ability cooldowns.

Shadow Split: The clone can split into a second clone. However, both clones will have half the strength of the original.

Shadow Maneuvers: The original can instantly switch positions with its shadow, though the further the distance, the longer the cooldown.

Secondary Information:

Physical Appearance: 170cm tall, 92-56-87 measurements

Likes: Savior, Babel Tower, Glory, Victory, Cat Cat Omelette Rice

Hates: Cultists, criminals, and salty food

Bai Yan considered, If Nightsaber uses Shadow Tactics in the Shadow Kingdom, she might unlock an exclusive legacy…

But sending a Core Operator to the Shadow Kingdom would take a full day.

Mu Ling would be sent to the battlefield soon, but for now, she couldn’t be placed in the Shadow Kingdom. Bai Yan made a mental note of it.

“Everything is ready.”

Sitting on the throne, Bai Yan took a deep breath, diving into his next gaming adventure: Dark Night Lost City.

This time, he was determined to overcome all the levels quickly!

And in Babel Tower, no one would die.

No innocent sacrifices would be made.

Annottales

On the outskirts of the Fourth District stood a humble street. Deep within it, an old apartment building, now dilapidated with age, stood quietly.

Decades had passed since it was built, and the passage of time had taken its toll.

Few knew that the famous prodigy, Christine, a young powerhouse of the Knights of the Divine Blade—already at the level of Potential Apocalypse—lived right here.

With her power, she could have easily lived anywhere she wished—luxurious mansions, grand estates, whatever she desired.

There were countless merchants eager to bestow wealth, properties, and businesses upon mighty individuals like her.

In this world, even organized armies had no place; personal strength determined everything. Those above the Crown level wielded immense power, and wealth flowed to them effortlessly.

Yet, Christine had chosen a life of simplicity.

In her small room, she sprawled among a pile of liquor bottles, specially crafted for extraordinary beings.

At that moment, she wore nothing but pajamas, her hair a mess, and she was completely drunk—like a fallen leaf.

“Wow, this feels so good, really good, hee hee hee…”

She swayed drunkenly, took a few unsteady steps, and grabbed some fried food from a nearby table, devouring it in large bites.

The room was dark, with curtains drawn, and Christine, completely alone, sank deeper into her despair.

She ate and drank for a while, then suddenly laid down, scratching her leg.

She began to pray:

“Oh, great Savior, I don’t want to become stronger anymore, please, no… If I truly reach the Apocalypse, even the spirits of extraordinary beings won’t be able to make me drunk… Sigh!”

“Ah, please don’t do that kind of thing!”

“Oops!”

Anyone who saw Christine like this would surely be shocked.

After all, she was on the verge of joining the Knights of the Divine Blade, where she could rise to become one of the greatest defenders of the sacred city of Annottales.

Yet here she was, like this…

“Knock, knock, knock!”

Suddenly, a heavy knocking came at the door.

Christine froze, instantly snapping out of her stupor. She began to sense who could be outside. Whoever it was had to possess significant strength, capable of approaching undetected.

After a moment of focus, Christine’s perception wavered.

Could it be…?

The scent was unmistakable.

Could it really be him?

Christine stood up, hastily emptying the liquor bottles, washing her hair, and changing into her usual attire.

Taking a deep breath, she walked to the door, hand on the doorknob.

Is it really him, outside?

Christine hesitated, unsure. This didn’t make sense… He should have ended his life long ago.

Slowly, she opened the door.

Standing there was a tall knight, over two meters in height, entirely covered in white armor. His voice, though elderly, was unmistakable.

“Christine, it’s been so long. The little girl from the past has now become a graceful adult… You truly bring me joy.”

Christine stood frozen, staring at the old knight. After a long moment, she spoke with a mixture of disbelief and joy, “Grandfather… Is it really you?”

Her emotions surged.

Christine had long believed that her last relative, Grandfather Elia, had perished.

She remembered her childhood, living with her parents and grandfather until tragedy struck. Her parents disappeared, and she and her grandfather had relied on each other.

Then, “The Son of the Evil God” descended.

Christine witnessed the battle between Grandfather and Captain Chris, standing against impossible odds.

Captain Chris had nearly died fighting the Son of the Evil God, while Grandfather Elia bore the curse alone.

That curse was far worse than death.

She recalled how, after that fateful battle, Grandfather had gone mad. Then, one day, he vanished.

Chris, the new leader of the Knights of the Divine Blade, had taken her in, but Christine had lost all hope.

Now, to her astonishment, her grandfather stood before her, completely whole.

He was calm, free from the curse.

Christine’s eyes welled with tears.

“Grandfather… I thought… I thought you were gone…”

Her voice trembled as she cried, her heart full of emotion.

“I never expected to see you again… To see you like this…”