Chapter 363

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Chapter 363: The Lone Wolf

In fact, many information dealers had knowledge of the show-off Babel Tower. These pieces of information were rare in the Night Union, as the Babel Tower had been relatively inactive within the union up until now. However, in the other two countries, information about the Babel Tower was abundant. It was the most famous “mysterious” organization in the world.

In the Air Alliance, there was still official control over the dissemination of information, meaning only extraordinary individuals knew about the Babel Tower. In the Kingdom of Dark Light, however, the name of the Babel Tower had spread far and wide, becoming common knowledge. Who didn’t know about it by now?

Old Mike sifted through numerous intelligence reports, furrowing his brow in deep thought. Something felt off. Something was wrong! The Babel Tower and the Savior, their descriptions seemed too unbelievable, too extraordinary, and too bizarre.

Not long ago, he saved the world? They were the ones who stopped it? Not the Rainbow?

Could it be that the information dealers were colluding to spread false news? Could it be that he had unknowingly boarded a fake “deep sea” platform? This thought crossed his mind.

“Huh?” Old Mike muttered under his breath, unable to comprehend it. The members of the Babel Tower described in the report were all strange. Take, for example, the “Hound of Babel Tower.” How could someone transform from a rookie crime hunter into a top-tier warrior in just a few months? It was simply unbelievable!

Old Mike couldn’t accept it. “This rate of improvement is unnatural… but the information seems true. Several information dealers report the same details, and their credibility is usually high.”

In the end, he had no choice but to accept the reality. But in his heart, a sense of fear towards the Babel Tower began to grow.

[The Final Gun, this is the gift bestowed upon you.]

At that moment, Old Mike’s face darkened. The voice inside his heart spoke once again!

A gift?

Old Mike’s mind raced as he thought back. Those so-called “gifts” from cult groups were never anything good.

“Can I refuse?” he muttered, struggling against the force pulling at him.

Then, a sensation he had never experienced before surged within him. His eyes widened in shock.

“How is this possible? This power…”

A fierce energy awakened inside the old man, flowing like a rushing waterfall. He could feel his strength growing—remarkably stronger!

Although Old Mike hadn’t been born with the power of a Crown, he had gradually gotten stronger over time. But this… this was something entirely different!

He couldn’t even begin to fathom the feeling of becoming drastically stronger in an instant! No ordinary person would dare to dream of such a thing!

“That’s too exaggerated! This is simply impossible!”

Old Mike even had suspicions that he had been drugged or that someone had hacked his internet warehouse. Could all of this be an illusion?

“…”

The power surging within his soul transformed Old Mike in subtle ways. While there were no visible changes on the surface, his physical body became much younger. Realizing he had become long-lived, Old Mike felt a strange urge to laugh. But soon, his expression darkened.

The Savior of the Babel Tower was indeed exactly as described in the report. An unimaginable and mysterious existence… possibly even a deity from another world!

Of course, it wasn’t just gods who could achieve such feats. Worst-case scenario, perhaps the Savior was a disguised king of hell—or even an Outer God!

But no matter what the Savior was, it pointed to two absolute truths:

Firstly, I am powerless to resist.

The reason is simple.

Secondly, it seems I won’t be retiring anytime soon. In fact, I might never retire! The idea of “retiring soon” seems overly optimistic. I may never, ever be able to retire comfortably.

“Go away!”

After his enhancement, many members of the Babel Tower felt excited by their newfound power, regardless of their previous attitudes. Only a few individuals felt uneasy.

And the one who reflected the most was undoubtedly Mike, the wielder of “The Final Gun.”

But his enhancement was not yet complete.

A surge of unfamiliar knowledge flooded his mind, and suddenly, Old Mike understood two terrifying powers.

The sheer magnitude of these forces caused him to tremble.

“Unexpectedly, there’s still such power…” he murmured, feeling disbelief creeping in.

“They are… simply put, tailor-made powers for me, the Savior of the Babel Tower. Do you understand me so well, or is it that you can grant anything I desire?”

Just then, he received an email signed by Mr. X.

Old Mike’s face shifted in surprise. His email was encrypted and hidden! He only received messages from “middlemen,” familiar contacts from years past. How could this be? A message from a complete stranger?

He took a deep breath.

“Kill the virus… open the email and read.”

After reading the email, Old Mike’s face was filled with deep wariness, fear, and anger. A trace of confusion lingered as well.

“Can you believe it…?”

The mysterious “Mr. X” claimed to be a member of the Babel Tower. Thanks to the Savior’s arrangement, Mr. X had already helped his granddaughter survive an attack.

Mr. X revealed that the organization seeking revenge against Old Mike and his family was called the “Siskin” from Ring City.

Siskin was a recently notorious criminal organization, and the former leader, the Silver Bird, had been killed by Mike himself. Revenge seemed inevitable.

Mike recalled that the leader of the Silver Bird organization was a much stronger super being than he was, and he had been lucky to kill him back then.

He muttered, “That person wasn’t the strongest super being I’ve ever faced, but they were definitely the most difficult to deal with.”

Siskin? I’ve never heard of them. But since they are the successors of Silver Bird, they shouldn’t be underestimated.

They even dared to target my granddaughter? They will all perish! Every last one of them!

Old Mike’s rage boiled over. He grabbed his computer and smashed it, venting his fury.

“Oh, Babel Tower, Savior, you think you understand me so well, as if you have complete control over me. Heh.”

After his anger subsided, something profound lingered in Old Mike’s eyes.

Meanwhile, inside the Babel Tower, Bai Yan observed Old Mike’s every move through a live stream on her phone.

“Hehe…”

Bai Yan shook his head lightly, finding the old man quite amusing.

If she had drawn him earlier, he would have been far more useful than Mu Ling.

However, drawing “The Final Gun” now meant she could only use him as a specialized operator. But even as a specialized operator, he had value.

The abilities of the Psychic Dancer were also specialized, and they were extremely useful in many situations.

The powers Bai Yan had just received were “Infinite Bullets” and the “Killing Star,” both of which suited him perfectly.

He smiled to himself, “No matter what the future holds, no matter what you think, welcome to the Babel Tower.”

The Final Gun!

Bai Yan glanced at the character card of the old man.

Core Operator:

Title: The Final Gun (Unnamed)

Gender: Male

Plane: Formation Realm

Level: Crown (Intermediate)

Race: (Special Variant)

Operator Identification: Assassin/Sneak/Destroy (Optimal Assassin)

Milestone: Ace Assassin

Primary Attributes:

Physical Strength: 118 (A very strong body is the foundation for an assassin’s abilities)

Inspiration: 185 (Especially when it comes to inspiration, it’s more accurate to say it is an extremely terrifying intuition.)

Skill: 265 (Far beyond the skill level that any human should possess)

Secondary Attributes:

Charm: 5 (For a killer, being average is an important foundational quality)

Loyalty: 3 (To hell with the Babel Tower! To hell with the Savior!)

Mood: 2 (To heck with the Babel Tower! To heck with the Siskin! To heck with it all!)

Trait:

Lone Wolf: A Core Operator who enjoys solitude and acting alone. (Mood may decrease during team activities)

Cunning Fox: I bet there are no bullets in your gun. (Often able to set up everything in a short amount of time.)

Master Assassin: Proficient in almost all techniques related to covert killings. (Skills increase during assassinations)

Elderly: It’s not just physical aging, but the spirit has also begun to resist battles. (Skills decrease, mood decreases when encountering frequent battles)

Super Perception: Can easily see through many obstacles, sensing the location and surface thoughts of targets.

Ability:

The Enchantress of Firearms (She can transform her arms into various firearms, with seven modes: silenced, automatic, sniper, tranquilizer, plasma, gravity, and annihilator)

Death Mode (Special power that enhances skill, physical prowess, and speed in dire situations; firepower increases significantly, able to sense all individuals within a ten-kilometer radius, and each kill increases the damage of subsequent attacks by 5%, maxing at 200%)

Gunfight Technique (This person’s bullets can curve!)

Infinite Bullets (Endless supply of ammunition)

Killing Star (Targets’ life stars can be shattered to instantly destroy them)

Secondary Information:

Physical Attributes: Height: 177cm, Bust: 88cm, Waist: 80cm, Hips: 89cm

Favorites: Comfort, petite steak, sparkling wine

Dislike: Siskin, fool, trouble

Items: Military-grade electronics, firearms, explosives, assassin tools

Description:

Once a renowned ace assassin, after retiring and believing he had found peace, he was inevitably dragged back into the world of bloodshed.

“The crownless king of the assassin world, the lone wolf driven by a mad lust for hunting lives!”

Bai Yan nodded, “Hmm, loyalty isn’t 1, nor is it 0. It’s 3.”

He had saved “The Final Gun’s” granddaughter and received ample rewards for it.

“Very good,” Bai Yan thought, “This first move is crucial.”

Bai Yan knew The Final Gun wasn’t an emotional person, but he valued relationships deeply. In his heart, there was no doubt that his granddaughter meant everything to him.

He smiled faintly.

“Perhaps, ‘I’ should personally have a conversation with him.”