Chapter 364

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Chapter 364: Communication

The Ring City.

The city spanned across 167 layers, stretching far and wide.

On its outskirts stood a silver café—entirely automated with no human staff in sight. This café, though quaint, played classical music and brewed delightful coffee. However, due to the poor road leading to it, very few patrons visited on ordinary days.

Originally, this café was built for charity, with all its profits dedicated to helping children and the elderly. As a result, no one was particularly concerned with making money. The true motivation behind its creation, however, was to avoid taxes.

An almost deserted café—ideal for certain people to meet.

Sitting calmly by the window, the disguised Old Mike settled into his seat.

According to an email sent by Mr. X, someone from the Babel Tower would be coming to meet him here.

“Hehe…”

Old Mike hummed, listening to his favorite classical tunes. The people from Babel Tower truly knew how to anticipate one another’s thoughts. They’d deliberately chosen a café with few patrons, and with no living staff to disturb. Indeed, she simply didn’t like people.

Over the span of eighty years, Old Mike had met countless individuals. In his heart, humans had proven to be far more “beastly” than animals. In contrast, many animals embodied the true essence of what it meant to be “human.”

Human nature? Animal nature?

He wasn’t a philosopher, but he knew one thing: after enduring years of darkness and betrayal, his disdain for humanity had only deepened.

After a while, no one had yet appeared.

“The mysterious person from Babel Tower said they would meet, but now they’ve vanished without a trace. Where could they have gone?” he wondered aloud.

He glanced at the time on his system prompt, a frown creasing his face.

There were mere seconds left until the agreed-upon meeting time of 1:30 PM.

“Not coming? Or are they just late?”

Though it seemed he had arrived only recently, in reality, he had set up numerous miniature cameras throughout the café and surrounding streets hours earlier. At this very moment, he would be aware of any movement or heat signatures within a few hundred meters, responding accordingly.

Even magical spells were in place to detect any extraordinary powers nearby.

With everything so meticulously prepared, yet no one in sight as the final seconds ticked away, Old Mike came to a conclusion.

The other party was late, or perhaps, they weren’t coming at all.

He loathed people who couldn’t respect time.

Just as Old Mike was about to stand and leave, precisely at 1:30 PM, a man with a calm expression and a gentle smile appeared before him.

There was no warning. It was sudden, unexpected.

Old Mike immediately sensed the man’s presence. He had brown hair, a soft smile, and wore a black cloak.

Wait…

This man was a Profligate—one of the most powerful figures within the Babel Tower. His reputation, though shrouded in rumors, was unmistakable. The only certainty was this: he was far too powerful for me to confront directly.

Old Mike remained on high alert, saying nothing.

Bai Yan, still holding a hot cup of coffee, smiled warmly.

“The coffee here is quite good. Would you like some?”

Old Mike took a moment, then nodded.

“Okay. I’ll have some.”

His eyes gleamed subtly as he looked over the electronic menu. He ordered a cup of unsweetened black coffee.

“For beings like us,” Bai Yan continued after taking a sip of his own coffee, “one great advantage is the variety of delicious foods we can enjoy.”

He smiled again. “Ordinary people could never handle a drink this hot. Their delicate mouths and throats just can’t manage something so intense.”

Old Mike grumbled in response, “Yes, super beings have many advantages. They even get to be more adventurous in love… Some of them have twisted ideas of thrill. They want to be the heroes in their own world-saving fantasies.”

Bai Yan shook his head, chuckling lightly.

“Speaking of which, you must have heard about the major world upheaval that occurred a little over a dozen days ago. As a result, the Heart of Radiance in the ‘Rainbow’ has fallen.”

“Yes, I know.” Old Mike replied, not disputing it.

Bai Yan’s expression turned serious. “That was the First Doomsday Crisis in the past century, but it won’t be the last. In just over sixty days, a far more intense crisis will emerge.”

Old Mike spread his hands, exclaiming loudly, “Mmm, it’s terrible how things turned out. Thankfully, I have enough money to relocate my family to another world. So, what does this have to do with me? Do you want me to fight the Outer God in Babel Tower? Or assassinate it? That’s crazy!”

Old Mike’s gruff nature surfaced. He knew Babel Tower had invested heavily in him and valued him, but the Savior wouldn’t ask him to die over a few words.

Bai Yan smiled, unfazed. “Killing the Outer God is a monumental task, and we can’t afford the reward for it. You don’t need to take on more than you can handle. What I’m asking is that you eliminate the cultists who might summon the Outer God before its arrival.”

He continued, “And about your family’s move to Noah… it’s a big cost, but one you could’ve afforded… at least, you could have before.”

Old Mike’s face turned pale. His hands shook as he checked his account balances.

The numbers remained unchanged, but there was an additional symbol next to them… They had all turned into negative values!

The confusion, disbelief, and despair were written all over his face. In an instant, he found himself burdened with millions in debt!

In the Ring City, wealth meant power. Without it, life could become hellish.

Old Mike wasn’t personally afraid, but the family members he had kept hidden for so long were now exposed.

“How is this possible? How did you do this?”

His voice trembled as he stared at Bai Yan, who simply smiled in response.

“Money is just a number for the mighty Babel Tower.”

Suddenly, Old Mike’s account chimed with a notification. The funds miraculously returned to their original state in the blink of an eye.

Taking a deep breath, Old Mike’s expression was one of both relief and lingering suspicion.

“The Babel Tower does wield unimaginable power. Still, I suggest you seek even stronger individuals or forces, like Rock Morgan’s group or the Noy Military… After all, I’m just an assassin.”

At that moment, the weight of weariness became evident on Old Mike’s face.

He no longer desired to fight or take on exaggerated responsibilities.

Bai Yan’s smile never wavered. “You have the potential to save the world, and in time, you will understand. The Babel Tower has already saved your granddaughter, which is like a debt paid. As an assassin, completing this mission is only natural, don’t you think?”

Then, Bai Yan delivered his final piece of persuasion.

“Your family’s exposure means they now need the protection of the Babel Tower.”

Old Mike remained silent, simply nodding slightly.

He had never broken a promise or failed to return a favor.

If the Babel Tower really had saved his granddaughter, he felt an obligation to repay them… though he would still verify the truth of it all.

However, one thing was certain: he couldn’t gamble with his family’s lives.

The black coffee arrived, and both of them took a few sips in silence. Old Mike stood up, preparing to leave.

But Bai Yan stopped him. “I know you prefer solitude and dislike being in a team, but there’s a gathering of Babel Tower members today. You can’t afford to miss it.”

Old Mike turned to reply, but just then, he realized that the man had vanished.

His cameras, sensors, and magical equipment revealed no trace of him.

A moment of stunned silence passed before Old Mike whispered, “Oh no.”

In the wilds outside Tatsumi City.

A humble tribe had been established, with freed sinners rejoicing in their newfound liberty.

“Leader,” Steel Fist said, approaching the rock where Ganis sat, deep in thought.

“Can we still go back to rescue others?”

Ganis turned to face his friend, a quiet resolve in his eyes.

“Yes. But we need to settle here first.”

Chloe, her sight restored by Mu Ling’s powers, approached as well. Her trust in the Babel Tower had grown, and she had developed a fondness for Ganis.

“Ganis… will we ever have a chance to live in a place free from danger, like the people in the city?”

Ganis was momentarily speechless, gazing toward Tatsumi City, where people like Nightsaber, Psychic Dancer, and Mysterious Magic resided.

“They live in a town,” he thought. “We…”

He didn’t have an answer, but after a deep breath, he spoke with certainty, “We will. The Savior will lead us to a place of peace and safety, a city where we no longer fear, where we can find happiness.”

Ganis knew that without Babel Tower, without the Savior, none of this would be possible. But now, with the Savior’s intervention, even the approaching Outer God might retreat. Perhaps, the prophecy was destined to come true.

“We believe in you,” Steel Fist and Chloe said in unison. “We believe in the Savior.”

Suddenly, a voice interrupted their quiet moment.

“Are you a person of Babel Tower?”

Ganis froze, turning to face the source of the voice.

A man, almost beyond

description, stood before him.

His beauty was overwhelming,

and Ganis found himself

inexplicably drawn to him.

“Ah!”

Ganis bit his tongue, struggling

to regain control.

The man, dressed in black,

stood tall, flanked by a one-

eyed girl with no arms. Her

sapphire eyes glowed eerily.

“Who are you?” Ganis

demanded, instinctively

avoiding the man’s gaze.

The tribe, too, had frozen.

Everyone stood motionless as

if time had been halted. The

silence was suffocating.

“My name is Amicio, a

wandering wizard,” the man

said with a smile. “I’ve always

been curious about the Babel

Tower. Could you enlighten

me?”

Ganis, undeterred, refused

outright.

“I won’t betray Babel Tower, not

even for my life.”

Amicio smiled kindly, “No

threats, I just wanted to talk… I

simply stopped them from

interrupting our conversation.”

Despite Amicio’s words, Ganis

remained unmoved. He was no

fool.

Before Amicio could respond,

a thick black mist enveloped

Ganis, and he vanished without

a trace.

“Master, he’s gone,” Nuo said

quietly, her lack of arms not

hindering her calm demeanor.

Amicio clapped his hands,

satisfied. “Confirmed. The

power of the ‘Connector’… I’m

becoming more and more

intrigued by the truth of Babel

Tower.”

Inside Babel Tower.

In the grand hall, reminiscent

of a medieval castle, Babel

Tower’s members gathered.

Each one looked toward the

others with silent

acknowledgment.

Mu Ling noticed a new face, an

old man wearing a black wolf

mask. He seemed to be

distancing himself from the

group, attempting to remain

unnoticed.

New members had arrived.

Mu Ling nodded and glanced

at the Scarlet Moon, who

stood deep in thought with her

arms crossed.

Her aura had shifted—she had

grown far stronger, leaving Mu

Ling feeling somewhat

overshadowed.

She smiled softly, feeling

proud of her companion’s

growth, even as she wished to

contribute more to the Savior’s

cause.

The Savior remained seated on

the throne, radiating an

unshakable presence.

Mu Ling stepped forward and

knelt gracefully, lowering her

head in reverence.

“Dear Respected Savior… it is

an honor to be summoned

once again.”