Chapter 347
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Chapter 347: Battle at the Lost City!
Today was an extraordinary day for Annottales.
For three consecutive days, a thick white fog had lingered, covering the city in an eerie mist. In the past, whenever such adverse weather—fog, rain, or clouds—appeared, saints would step forward to perform great miracles, dispersing the elements and clearing the skies. Yet, despite waiting for several days, the fog remained unmoved, and no saint had appeared to intervene.
The Dark Light Church was founded upon a strict hierarchical system, one that governed the lives of its inhabitants. Most people lived within this order, bound by rigid routines with no hope for change. While this was a painful existence for the lowest ranks—Slave Serpentis and other lower-class sinners—it was not entirely unpleasant for those of higher rank.
In this world, common people, such as humans and other races of Rank 7, were forbidden from entering high-class places, needing permission to leave their designated areas. But despite this limitation, the people were never left to starve. Even in times of extreme poverty, they would be assigned work by the church. Those who reached Rank Six had their medical expenses fully covered, and their education and housing costs were significantly reduced, ensuring they would never want for anything throughout their lives.
The origins of this ranking system were clear, laid out in the scriptures of the Dark Light Church. Thousands of years ago, Noah’s ancestors from various races, along with the sinners who worshipped the Outer God, waged a bitter war across multiple worlds. In response, the Savior of Dark Light established an alliance, pledging with the top leaders of each race to create a new world order based on “Ranks” after the war. Those who devoted themselves to the Savior would earn high Ranks, and the races contributing to the war would be ranked based on their efforts. Those who did not contribute—or worse, rebelled—would have their descendants enslaved.
The covenant was to last ten thousand years, at the end of which the Ranks would be re-established.
Long before civilization reached its current state, Noah’s world was a semi-primitive society where slavery was the norm. Extraordinary individuals ruled their domains, while ordinary people were treated as nothing more than slaves. The concept of “commoners” did not exist.
It wasn’t until the Savior of Dark Light intervened that the world underwent a transformation. The Savior abolished the slave society, turning a vast population into citizens who neither had masters nor were slaves. The Heart of Radiance suggested that ordinary people should be protected by extraordinary individuals, leading to the creation of the Dark Light Church. A group of saints was chosen to safeguard the mortal beings by delivering divine messages.
The Savior of Dark Light, known for His fiery temperament, initially rejected the idea of allowing sinners to continue existing. However, after three days and nights of persuasion from the divine beings, the Heart of Radiance and the Steel Throne, He relented. The descendants of sinners were allowed to serve as the lowest class of people for thousands of years.
Now, over nine thousand years had passed.
In the Kingdom of Dark Light, under the protection of the Savior, the people lived better lives than the sinners in the wilderness. The Kingdom was not a collection of isolated cities but a network of interconnected settlements, with even rural areas thriving. For example, the Scarlet Moon was a simple village girl whose life was safeguarded by the divine power of the Savior, preventing natural disasters from ravaging the land.
Yet, despite these protections, many people chose to leave the Kingdom for various reasons. They ventured beyond the safety of the Savior’s realm, crossing the Fantasy Sea to establish new kingdoms. Among these immigrants, only two groups— the Air Alliance to the east and the Night Union to the west—managed to establish settlements in foreign lands.
Annottales, a city built by the Savior Himself, had endured several attacks, but for the most part, the people here lived in relative peace. However, internal corruption, exploitation, and wealth disparity were starting to erode the quality of life for the residents.
Yet, the Savior seemed unaware of these growing problems. Or perhaps, for the Rainbows, solving such issues was never their responsibility. After all, they couldn’t possibly manage every little problem on their own.
As the people of Annottales continued their daily lives, walking the familiar streets, the thick fog that enveloped the city created a sense of unease. Even so, those who had to work still pushed on.
“Snap.”
Suddenly, everyone heard a strange noise, like the faint sound of clapping. At first, many dismissed it, thinking it was merely a misheard sound. However, things soon took an unexpected turn.
“Why am I walking here? I should be going to another street.”
“Where am I? How did I get lost? I’ve walked this road for decades!”
“My carriage was just in the third district! How did I end up in the seventh district?”
“Across from my house… how could it suddenly be a slum?”
“The Temple of Dark Light! Oh, my Savior! How did I end up at the entrance?”
Something strange had begun—a peculiar ritual. In the blink of an eye, the entire city of Annottales transformed into a strange Lost City. The fog, which had lingered for hours, was the prelude to this ritual.
As people marveled at the transformations around them, they quickly noticed that the scenery around them kept changing. Streets twisted and turned like a Rubik’s Cube in the hands of a mischievous child. One moment, they were in a slum in the Fifteenth District, and the next, they found themselves standing in front of the majestic Temple of Dark Light.
At that moment, a blinding white light erupted from a street in the slums, piercing the sky with a tremendous force. The light resembled a pillar connecting heaven and earth, a power that felt overwhelmingly immense.
The extraordinary beings in Annottales above the Crown level instantly sensed an ominous aura. It was a winter-like cold, a harsh force that could wither everything in its path.
The one responsible for this terrifying power was none other than the leader of Dead Silence, Silence, who was preparing for the Ritual of Tranquility.
The Dark Light Church had long known that Dead Silence intended to sacrifice the entire city to the Outer God— the Peaceful Songstress.
“Broken.”
An old voice suddenly echoed
in the ears of everyone in the
city. The people immediately
recognized the old man in
black standing beside the
white beam of light. He was
the Incarnation of Dark Light,
the Divine Executor, the holiest
of saints.
With just a single word, the old
man shattered the white beam
of light, and Silence, the
Apocalypse-level being, was
immediately overwhelmed. Her
power was no match for him,
and the city sighed in relief.
How could anyone defeat him?
Noah was the mightiest being
in the world of extraordinary
powers! He had once repelled
an invasion from other worlds,
defeating ten Apocalypse
beings in a single battle,
reaching the pinnacle of
power.
At that moment, a girl in white
appeared in the sky, her face
hidden. She was not just
anyone— she was Silence, the
leader of Dead Silence, and the
one responsible for the Ritual
of Tranquility.
Her appearance might have
surprised many, for despite her
terror-inducing reputation, she
appeared as a young girl,
seemingly untouched by time.
But at her level, it was not
unusual to possess eternal
youth and beauty.
With a flick of her wrist, she
threw something that even the
Divine Executor couldn’t help
but react to.
“You used to possess a Ruin-
level Relic…” the old man said,
realization dawning upon him.
It was clear now why the white
fog had never dispersed.
Silence, who never spoke,
remained silent, offering no
explanation.
She produced a white scroll, a
Ruin-level Relic associated
with the intangible
dimensional traveler of the
Outer God.
Noah’s world existed on the
lowest level of a universe with
many layers, where relics from
higher realms inevitably “sank”
to this place. But to everyone’s
shock, three Ruin-level Relics
had now appeared.
The scroll unraveled, and in an
instant, both the old man in
black and the girl in white
vanished without a trace.
The broken pillar of white light
reappeared, piercing the sky
once more. The Ritual of
Tranquility was far from over.
