Chapter 344

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Chapter 344: Unleashing the Cheat Code “Wind Spirit Moon Shadow” on the “Babel Tower”

Mu Ling’s expression was filled with astonishment.

She was only a few steps away from the black barrier in front of her, and the black light was almost touching her chest.

Instinctively, she tried to calm her racing heart… but it was impossible to find any peace.

“This power… immense and powerful…”

She looked up at the sky, her breath catching in her throat.

The towering black light wall appeared in an instant, separating her from the “colorless, transparent raindrops” with astonishing precision.

Without a doubt, the person who unleashed this Dark Light possessed incredible mastery over their power.

Mu Ling understood that, even in Annottales—a place filled with numerous saints—only a few could accomplish such a feat.

“Could it be that person…?”

A sudden realization dawned on her, and she became startled.

Suddenly, a dense black mist enveloped Babel Tower. Before Mu Ling could process anything further, the black mist pulled her away from the city.

In the blink of an eye, the towering black light wall started to shrink little by little, forcefully compressing the countless and menacing “Colorless Rain” that filled the scene.

The “Colorless Rain” had no chance to resist.

The once upright Colorless Rain began to “soften,” curling up like a scroll and wrapping everything together.

The scroll, created by the black wall, continued to curl smaller and smaller until it vanished completely.

Thus, the “Colorless Rain” was swept away, never to exist again.

Meanwhile…

In the first district of Annottales, inside the Temple of Dark Light, there was a place called the “Dawn Shrine.” This was the retreat and prayer spot for the Divine Executors throughout the ages.

Only the Divine Executors had the right to enter.

The room was dark, void of any trace of light.

An old man dressed in black knelt quietly there.

The first powerhouse under the Rainbows, the Divine Executor, the Zeroth Sequence, the Incarnation of Dark Light… In Noah, in the Kingdom of Dark Light, this old man held many titles.

Many worshiped him, and just as many feared him.

“Strongest”—this title itself represented much more than just strength.

But now, in the dark room, this old man looked far from extraordinary. In fact, when you saw him, he seemed almost ordinary.

If this old man in black stood in a crowd, it was doubtful anyone would recognize him. His demeanor was too ordinary, a stark contrast to the awe-inspiring, sharp-edged powerhouses that others were accustomed to.

“You’ve arrived, Chris,” the old man in black spoke, his voice aged and serene.

“Mm.”

Another voice emerged from the darkness.

It was Chris, the current captain of the Knights of the Divine Blade.

Traditionally, Chris would never have been allowed here. “The Hall of Illumination” was a sacred place where the Divine Executors of past generations communicated with the divine oracles.

Others, like Chris, were never supposed to commune directly with the gods.

But neither the elderly man in black nor Chris felt any disrespect towards this divine tradition.

“I encountered Babel Tower once again, spiritual leader…” Chris began, his voice tinged with curiosity. “You told me not long ago that they are absolutely trustworthy, and they are the last hope to save this world… I’m very curious to know the specific reasons behind your belief.”

“The reasons… You don’t need to know for now.” The old man in black shook his head, offering no further explanation.

Chris remained silent for a long while. Then, he spoke again, his tone firmer: “Oh wise one, I have a question. The prophecy inscribed on the ‘Black Stone Monument’ is clear… Babel Tower is our enemy.”

“Why do you insist on defying the divine decree? You are the incarnation of the Savior.”

If any of the other knights of the Divine Blade were present, they would instantly recognize the significance of this moment.

The spiritual leader of the Dark Light Church, the earthly representative of God, the legendary saint among saints… the Incarnation of Dark Light himself was defying the divine decree!

This revelation was nothing short of absurd and incomprehensible.

“Why?” Chris asked again, his voice filled with determination. Today, he had to understand the answer.

The old man’s tone was calm, yet with a hint of self-mockery.

“For the infinite universe, the knowledge of mortals is meaningless. It is like seeing through a tiny hole. There are many things that, even I, cannot fully understand…”

“For me, everything I am currently doing is merely carrying out a divine prophecy,” the old man continued, his voice steady.

“What?” Chris was completely stunned, unable to comprehend the meaning of the words just spoken.

“Carry out the divine decree?”

Wait a minute, wasn’t he disobeying the divine decree?

“One day, the great Savior gave me three divine messages… They were prophecies that only I knew.”

The old man in black remained kneeling, his voice steady but heavy. “The first was to protect His vessel… so I adopted that girl.”

“As for the second command…”

When Chris heard the second command, his calm demeanor shattered. Shock filled his face, and a cold shiver ran down his spine.

“Kill Him.”

Inside the Babel Tower…

Bai Yan stood atop the massive circular platform of the temple, surrounded by swirling white clouds. The sun dominated half the sky behind him.

He could feel it—he had become stronger once again.

Yet, the principle behind this newfound strength eluded him.

“It’s not after the entire event that they become stronger. It’s during the first half of the event… It’s not because of ‘Babel Tower.'”

Bai Yan fell deep into thought, contemplating and summarizing the instances of his sudden growth.

He suddenly discovered a peculiar fact.

At least for the first two instances of sudden growth, there were clear clues. Before these events, he had actually been performing the same actions…

Indeed, he had successfully resolved the challenges “Ji” had left for him to solve!

On the third occasion, the peculiar scarecrow named Sophora appeared—completely unlike a summoned creature from Dead Silence.

The notion that the continuously screaming scarecrow could not be killed directly contradicted the philosophy of life held by those from Dead Silence.

Perhaps Sophora was created by someone else?

“Considering recent events, this ‘creator’ shared with me information about Dead Silence…” Bai Yan thought quietly.

“He knew that someone from the Tulip Manor was a member of Babel Tower, yet didn’t share this information with Dead Silence…”

Bai Yan’s thoughts turned inward. Perhaps this wasn’t his own enemy after all.

“Could it be that ‘Ji’ is here to provide one’s own experiences?”

The more Bai Yan considered this possibility, the more it seemed plausible. The meaning of “Ji” was… inheritance.

“Did he truly try to ‘save the day’ in a roundabout way?”

This thought stunned Bai Yan. Though he couldn’t understand how the other party achieved it, they had undeniably helped him grow stronger.

And after becoming stronger, it seemed that his “game” and “connection” abilities could finally be combined and used together.

Now he could do more with the Babel Tower.

“Give it a try… Test and see if it’s possible to use cheats in ‘Babel Tower.'”

If he could, saving the world would become a simple task, wouldn’t it?

Bai Yan took a deep breath and nervously placed his hand on the phone, activating Power Possession—Queen of the Scarlet Moon.

“Infinite!”

His inner strength became boundless, and without hesitation, he began to “unravel” the Babel Tower once more.

Immediately, he saw a large number of entries before him.

Behind them lay a representation of how the Babel Tower game operated.

“Sure enough, the headache is gone, and now I can concentrate better…”

In that moment of clarity, Bai Yan noticed that the “operator list” began to visualize itself right before his eyes.

Suddenly, it was no longer just words and numbers—it transformed into vivid images.

Bai Yan spotted the projection of Mu Ling, who had just returned to Tatsumi City. He glimpsed the relic bestowed upon Maryse and saw the Fire that Burns Everything deep within Aaron’s soul…

So, that’s how it was.

The images were so clear that Bai Yan immediately grasped many insights about the operating principles of Babel Tower.

And amidst the data files of Core Operators, he saw thousands of vacant “slots.”

These… were reserved for future “Core Operators”!

In theory, the number of Core Operators in Babel Tower could be incredibly large.

Outside the sea of “empty slots,” Bai Yan saw that the selected “Core Operator profiles” were connected by a faint black mist.

Bai Yan was familiar with this dense black mist—it was the power of the so-called “Connectors.”

From what he knew, “Connectors” and the “God of Games” were not the same entity.

Yet, Bai Yan had a strong connection to both of them.

“Maybe ‘I’ am actually a combination of the two?” he mused, lost in thought.

Although he lacked concrete evidence, this speculation felt increasingly plausible.

Bai Yan had the ability to gather information about the mysterious “Connector” entity, which appeared repeatedly.

From the “Library of Ruina” and the “Cybertyrant,” he learned that the “Connector” was not from Noah’s world. Instead, it was a special entity that left behind many legends across the multiverse.

Extraordinarily special.

Some believed the “Connector” was a notorious slave owner, while others thought of it as the Savior of the world.

According to records, the “Connector” was the only mortal ever to slay a deity.

It was an unbelievable feat!

The difference between demigods and gods was immense—greater even than the difference between ordinary gods and Outer Gods.

This was a difference in essence.

Gods were, by nature, immortal.

But Bai Yan lacked enough information about the “Connector” and the “God of Games.”

The “God of Games” was known as the most terrifying calamity in the multiverse. It plundered civilizations, deities, demonic lords, and cosmic wills through its games.

For the gods of the multiverse, a victory by the “God of Games” would be a fate worse than death.

“Food” likely provided free labor for the Babel Tower for this very reason.

Bai Yan murmured to himself, “In short, both of them have terrible reputations… but why is it that when it comes to me, they suddenly become the Saviors?”

There were many examples of gods reincarnating as mortals through various means.

Bai Yan browsed through the internal database of the Rock Morgan group, which mentioned that even the Outer Gods had reincarnated as mortals.

“But these reincarnations weren’t spontaneous. They were part of a ritual or disguise, each with a clear purpose… often paving the way for a dreadful plan.”

This was what the database had to say.

Bai Yan paused, then began creating a custom “character card” for the empty slot.

Finally, after arriving at the Potential Apocalypse, Bai Yan was able to start making changes to the game “Babel Tower” at the foundational level.

Though he couldn’t alter the core rules, he could add or remove elements according to those rules.

“Unfortunately, I can’t use a cheat device on ‘Babel Tower’ yet…” Bai Yan mused.

But at least, he could accomplish this.

He started customizing new “Core Operator character cards.” Images of countless character cards appeared before him.

Thousands of them.

Bai Yan saw Sylve’s figure and many other familiar faces, with values surrounding them.

These “character cards” represented people Bai Yan had encountered—both ordinary and extraordinary. Only those marked as “Contact Persons” could be filled into the Core Operator slots.

But there was still some uncertainty.

“I see… Only those with a strong connection to me can become Core Operators.”

But he soon realized something.

Even as a “Contact Person,” he couldn’t add Sylve and others as Core Operators for Babel Tower.

When he placed their character cards into the empty slots, they remained gray and inactive.

“Oh, so that’s how it is…”

Bai Yan smiled faintly, with a hint of resignation.

They were not yet chosen by themselves, but they would be in time.

They had the potential to save the world, but for now, the decision lay with them.

Just like the “Emperor’s eyes” from Hunter Eyes.

Even if they weren’t chosen now, the Core Operators of Babel Tower held immeasurable potential.

“I discovered the hidden treasure,” Bai Yan reflected. “The Babel Tower itself was just a tool to ensure and accelerate their growth.”

Sylve, though a close companion, couldn’t yet become a Core Operator because she lacked the “possibility to save the world.”

But in time, she—and others like her—would be chosen.