Chapter 361
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Chapter 361: A New Operator! The Final Gun!
“Ding.”
The door opened.
Maryse watched as a familiar yet unfamiliar woman walked in. This was another half-elf, with emerald-green eyes, golden sand-colored hair, and a soft, pink flowing gown.
She looked remarkably similar!
In fact, this woman seemed like a mirror image of Maryse herself!
Maryse stood frozen, utterly astonished.
This half-elf woman was slightly taller, with a more mature body and demeanor. She seemed far more composed, more seasoned than Maryse.
“Could it be… Could it really be…?”
Maryse’s mind raced. Could this half-elf before her be a version of herself from another world?
She fell silent for a moment, then, her gaze sharpened as she focused on a particular area of the woman’s body. With her keen “eagle eyes,” she measured the size carefully.
There it was!
But… Mu Ling was simply incomparable.
The difference was vast.
“Humph!” Maryse muttered, frustrated.
“Drat!” she exclaimed.
It’s alright, Maryse thought, she still had her own potential. Perhaps this difference was due to nutrition, or maybe different worlds shaped different futures.
Her mind lingered for a moment, trying to rationalize the situation. She gritted her teeth, her face flushed with anger.
She didn’t want to use her psychic abilities, fearing that the girl’s powers might be stronger than hers. The thought of being overpowered and controlled by the woman’s abilities made her uneasy.
“Phew, finally home,” the half-elf said as she entered the room.
The woman searched for something briefly, and upon finding it, she didn’t leave. Instead, she headed to the bathroom to take a bath.
Soon, the sound of water splashing echoed through the room.
“Oh no,” Maryse whispered, biting her finger nervously. She hesitated for a moment, but then, stealthily, she dispelled the illusion.
Her psychic powers pressed gently against the woman’s soul, but she held herself in check. If the woman’s psychic presence detected any intrusion, Maryse would vanish once more.
Maryse rifled through the woman’s bag. Among the items, she found a frameless cellphone.
“Mm,” she murmured, thankful that she hadn’t been caught.
But then she paused.
“My psychic abilities can’t sense her… It feels odd.”
Maryse turned on the phone, using the fingerprint unlock feature with a sharp snap.
“Let’s see what’s inside,” she murmured to herself, squinting her eyes.
She flipped through the phone with no regard for privacy. Her curiosity outweighed any guilt.
After some time, Maryse’s eyes widened at the search history:
“How can you buy the best children’s things? Something perfect for a half-elf…”
“Does eating too many fruits affect breast milk?”
“How do you treat premature ejaculation in women?”
“What is a good gift for the wedding anniversary?”
The search history was a mess.
Maryse stared at it, dumbfounded.
“Has this person already gotten married?” she thought, her heart racing. “Could she have children?”
She quickly scrolled through the photos, her breath catching. A baby girl, so adorable! Maryse gazed at the photo for a long time, committing the face to memory.
Then she came across another photo—a man.
“…”
Maryse stood frozen, phone in hand, staring at the image.
“Why…?” She questioned in a whisper. Was this man… not him?
“Could it be the different worlds?” she pondered, her mind spinning. She couldn’t make sense of it.
Before she could think more, the bathroom door opened.
The half-elf woman, now wrapped in a yukata, stepped out.
“Who are you?” she asked in fear.
“I am your eldest uncle,” Maryse replied smoothly, her eyes flashing silver.
Using her psychic abilities, she immediately took control. The woman’s eyes glazed over, her resistance weak. Maryse’s mental domination was powerful and unyielding.
“Remember,” Maryse ordered softly.
As she delved into the woman’s memories, her emotions shifted. The life she saw was far different from her own. It was peaceful, harmonious—a life full of warmth, filled with friendly siblings and loving parents.
Tears welled up in Maryse’s eyes as she witnessed this woman’s life. The family bonds, the gentle affection, the absence of chaos… It struck her deeply.
Then she saw him.
The man from her memories.
It was him.
Was the difference in appearance due to the different worlds? Perhaps.
But Maryse could no longer deny it. The connection, the feelings she had for him—she had known all along.
Could she have truly fallen for him?
She didn’t understand why it was so. After twenty years of isolation, any kindness, any connection had left a deep impression on her. She was vulnerable.
Yet… Maryse still couldn’t reconcile herself to the uncertainty. She had always distrusted the power of the mind, and here, in these thoughts, it troubled her immensely.
The man… he was the one person whose mind she could not read. What was he hiding? Was everything a facade? Could it be some sort of trap?
Her emotions swelled, but she knew the truth now.
The answer had already been given—in another world, another chapter of her life.
Inside the Babel Tower.
All the rewards had been used up and distributed.
Bai Yan sat on his throne, knowing it was time for the next phase—recruitment of a new Core Operator.
Introducing… “The Final Gun!”
A legendary assassin from the Ring City, “The Final Gun” had been an unrivaled ace for years before he disappeared into retirement. In recent years, he had concealed his identity, choosing a quieter life in a high-end nursing home.
The Ring City was known for its hierarchical society, where the lives of its citizens depended on the floor they resided on. The Final Gun lived on the 167th floor, a comfortable and privileged space.
This floor was inhabited by the wealthy and the elderly, those who could afford such luxuries. Residents here lived well past a hundred, with the promise of a carefree, golden retirement.
Bai Yan knew the man well. He wasn’t easy to approach—proud, arrogant, and set in his ways. A lone wolf through and through, he had no intention of joining Babel Tower.
But there was a reason for everything.
Bai Yan clicked on the operator’s list.
The Final Gun
A prompt appeared: “Would you like to proceed with the import task?”
“Yes.”
The screen flickered, and a
pixelated version of “The Final
Gun” appeared—a graying man
in a dark suit, holding a small
white gun. His battle line was:
“I never wanted to kill anyone,
they just kept determinedly
walking the path of self-
destruction.”
Bai Yan thought for a moment
before altering the line to
better fit his new role:
“Arrogance is what the gods
possess when they judge right
from wrong. My job is to send
them to hell.”
The Ring City, 167th Floor.
This level, high above the rest
of the city, was a haven for the
privileged. The air was always
fresh, the sky endlessly bright,
and the temperature remained
perfectly regulated. Some
areas even replicated different
seasons for residents to
enjoy.
The “Greenery” nursing home,
nestled in the heart of the
167th floor, was a renowned
high-tech facility that offered
the highest level of comfort
and care.
It was incredibly exclusive—
entry was difficult, and the
costs were astronomical. Only
the wealthiest could afford to
live here.
Inside one peaceful room,
surrounded by green plants,
artificial fountains, and
rockeries, an elderly man sat
quietly.
Beep.
“Scanned. Welcome, Mr. Mike
Reno. Remaining credit points:
7,398,589.”
Mike Reno, a platinum
member, enjoyed a life of
comfort and tranquility.
He had earned enough,
witnessed enough, and had no
desire to return to the chaotic
world he once inhabited.
Life was simple now. He
relished his time alone,
reading, basking in the sun,
and indulging in his favorite
meals.
His platinum membership even
came with perks: a special
lunch, classical music in the
background, and a lifetime of
guaranteed peace.
The system voice,
programmed to sound like his
granddaughter, announced the
arrival of his meal.
“Today’s special lunch includes
sirloin steak, fresh vegetables,
mashed potatoes, and
sparkling wine.”
Mike took a sip of his wine,
savoring the stillness.
It was perfect.
That was, until the voice of an
unfamiliar entity echoed in his
mind.
[The Final Gun]
[You have been chosen by
destiny.]
Mike’s calm was shattered. His
reflexes kicked in as he
pushed the dining table aside
and dove behind the room’s
artificial rockery.
“Who is it?” he demanded.
The room was empty. No one
was there.
But Mike’s body refused to
move.
He furrowed his brow in
confusion. Hacker? Something
was wrong.
Despite all his preparations,
his personal network should
have been impenetrable. Yet,
here he was, unable to move.
His frustration grew.
“Who are you?” Mike called
out, trying to bargain. “What do
you want? We can negotiate.”
No answer came.
And as he stood there,
paralyzed, Mike realized
something important:
Whoever was behind this,
whoever had disturbed his
peaceful life… would pay the
price, if he could survive this.
