Chapter 353
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Chapter 353: Putting on the Collar
The Book of Concealment, one of the twenty-seven Ruin-level relics, holds immense magical powers that even gods long to possess.
Its first ability is the power of secrecy.
The owner of the Book of Concealment is beyond the reach of investigation, their thoughts unreadable, and their presence undetectable.
This is precisely why Bai Yan, despite being able to decode certain lower-level data from the Babel Tower, could not uncover any trace of “Cola.”
In terms of expertise, the art of secrecy in the Babel Tower is incomparable to the power contained within the Book of Concealment.
Second is the forbidden knowledge it grants.
By sacrificing potent relics, the possessor of the Book of Concealment can gain access to forbidden knowledge within.
This forbidden knowledge hails from “The Mist of the White Shore,” an Outer God from beyond, and it is something countless beings covet.
Even a small fragment of this knowledge is far more potent than any ordinary high-level taboo spell. Some fragments even surpass these in strength, attracting the interest of even deities.
If one is fortunate enough, the acquired forbidden knowledge might even have the power to reshape entire worlds!
Third is the power of knowing hidden truths.
Owning the Book of Concealment gives insight into numerous secrets of the multiverse.
These secrets are all significant, with even the smallest ones linked to demigods. The larger ones often involve intricate schemes of deities, lords of demons, and rulers of the underworld, spanning millennia.
This is why, despite her recent ascension to a lower Crown rank, Merete Chambers—who possessed the Book of Concealment—felt confident enough to launch a surprise attack on Bai Yan, who stood at the Potential Apocalypse level.
The “key” to the Ultimate Ritual, which was needed to achieve godhood, held tremendous value.
Even more importantly, it was considered more precious than the life of a witch in this world.
“Exile!”
Merete Chambers spoke with no emotion, only a hint of amusement in her smile.
The power she was wielding came from forbidden knowledge acquired from the Book of Concealment.
The Spirit’s Transformation.
Within its pages lay knowledge that compelled and banished souls.
Enormous and profound, it could captivate anyone who came across it, making it nearly impossible to put down. Once fully mastered, its words could manipulate souls at will.
Although the witch had only recently obtained this knowledge and wasn’t fully adept at using it, she was still able to forcefully separate the soul of a living being!
Her plan wasn’t to kill Bai Yan immediately, as she intended to use him as leverage in the Babel Tower.
However, little did she know that Bai Yan was, in fact, the very Savior of the Babel Tower!
Merete Chambers had already resolved to capture Bai Yan’s soul and imprison it, forcing him to reveal all secrets about the Babel Tower through a mix of coercion and gentle persuasion.
But Bai Yan simply stared at her, unfazed.
Her attempt to banish his soul had no effect whatsoever.
“How is that possible?”
Merete Chambers furrowed her brows in confusion.
“The power I used should have… Wait, only divine beings can be unaffected…”
Her gaze lingered on Bai Yan as realization dawned on her. “So, you’re not human. You’re a descendant of the gods. Now I understand your connection with the Savior.”
Indeed, Bai Yan couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head slightly as he let her imagination run wild.
Merete Chambers smiled and said, “Well, since I can’t defeat you, there’s nothing more to be done… Sigh, I’ll have to leave the Noah world and search for a new Ultimate Ritual.”
She had reincarnated countless times, her resolve unshakable.
Understanding that the “key” was out of reach for now, she turned and walked away.
“Wait.” Bai Yan called out suddenly.
“Huh? What now? Do you want to make a deal or something?” Merete Chambers turned back, still calm, knowing that he wouldn’t harm her.
She smiled and stepped closer, taking in his scent.
“Mmm, you’ve changed. You’ve grown stronger, haven’t you?”
The familiar fragrance of gardenia filled the air, distinct from the clove scent that clung to Mu Ling’s form, and different again from the rose scent that surrounded a certain unlucky vampire.
However, Bai Yan wasn’t taken in by her charm this time.
Power Possession: Psychic Dancer.
He gathered his mental energy and pierced into Merete Chambers’ soul.
The Ultimate Witch met her end before she could reach godhood, and Merete Chambers was merely a reincarnation of her on the spiritual plane of the Creation Realm.
“You…”
Merete Chambers gasped, feeling a sharp pain sear through her body.
Although Bai Yan poured his mental energy into her, it only caused her to wince, unable to resist.
Hypnosis, control, or mind-reading could not work on him.
“Ah.”
Merete Chambers broke into a cold sweat, struggling as Bai Yan’s presence overwhelmed her, yet she continued to smile faintly.
“You won’t kill me… I know you won’t.”
“Of course not. This is just a lesson. A warning to you not to entertain any more dangerous thoughts.”
Bai Yan’s tone remained calm as he increased the intensity of his pressure, forcing Merete Chambers to lower her head in pain.
He had to act.
The Ultimate Ritual was too important, and Merete Chambers, with her manipulative nature, couldn’t be trusted.
If he left her unchecked, she would likely go after the people in Tulip Manor, forcing Bai Yan to hand over the “key.”
It wasn’t a matter of “maybe.” She would undoubtedly try it.
If Merete Chambers wasn’t so integral to the Babel Tower, Bai Yan would have had no hesitation in eliminating her.
Her beauty wasn’t enough to change the fact that she was a potential threat.
“Ouch… Stop. It hurts…”
Merete Chambers sat trembling, not begging for mercy, but simply expressing her discomfort.
Bai Yan did not answer, instead silently observing her.
She smiled and said, “Bai Yan, you’re the most formidable person I’ve met. The Savior of the Babel Tower will surely be even more powerful in the future. You’re worthy of being my master.”
Whenever Merete Chambers called him “Bai Yan, oh Bai Yan,” it reminded Bai Yan of their time at the Demon Hunt Agency.
That memory felt a little strange to him, but the witch had a way of making people uneasy.
“Are you seeking a master now?” Bai Yan asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.
“You can’t defeat me!”
Merete Chambers smiled broadly. “Until I gain enough power, it wouldn’t be shameful for me to serve you like a little dog to a divine-level being, licking your feet and wagging my tail.”
Indeed, no matter how mighty the Divine Executor was, he was still a servant under the Savior of Dark Light.
This was the consensus among beings beneath the gods.
However, what Merete Chambers said… Well, Bai Yan wasn’t quite sure how to take it.
A beautiful woman saying such words to you always felt a bit awkward.
“You didn’t come here for nothing.”
Bai Yan spoke up suddenly.
He used his psychic powers to summon a confused man, leading him closer.
The dazed figure before them was none other than the leader of the Order of the Moon Witch, once known as the “Evil Bastard,” a self-proclaimed saint of the Ultimate Witch.
He was also the target of Merete Chambers’ mission.
According to Amicio, the Son of God, there was no one in the world more desperate to capture the Moon Witch than this man! And then, he would imprison her forever in a place where no one could ever see her!
In contrast, the Moon Witch was solely focused on seeking vengeance.
She would show no mercy to the descendants of those traitors.
Especially not to the person who repeatedly sought to kill them!
Bai Yan appeared calm as he spoke,
“Not only will I hand him over to you for punishment, but… in the future, you will surely succeed in joining the Babel Tower. It will happen soon.”
Merete Chambers smiled, skillfully concealing her emotions in her eyes, her expression filled with ambiguous meaning.
“First, he slapped me harshly twice, and then he gave me a sweet date! It seems that today, haha, I am the ‘delight’ of the profligate.”
Upon hearing this, Bai Yan’s calm expression vanished, replaced by a joyful smile in his eyes.
“Hehe.”
He recalled the words Merete Chambers had jokingly said when they were in Tatsumi City.
She had mentioned that she longed for the day when someone would put a collar on her.
Bai Yan turned around and walked away calmly.
His voice echoed softly from a distance.
“I will give you many sweet dates to eat in the future, but when the Babel Tower requires something to be done here, you must assist, and assist you shall.”
