Chapter 396

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Chapter 396: The Descendants of the Doomsday Race

Bai Yan’s recent actions were carried out behind Mu Ling, but he was certain that his subtle gesture of raising his hand had been noticed by the perceptive Mu Ling.

However, little did she know, he was merely inches away from patting her head.

He gazed carefully at the newcomer.

A very thin humanoid creature, over two meters tall, emerged from the dark mud. Only a small portion of its pale blue skin was visible beneath its black clothing, and its delicate skin was covered with numerous black patterns.

The creature slowly crawled out, its eyelids opening as its yellow eyeballs scanned the surroundings.

Meanwhile, the trembling “Hain” remained kneeling on the ground, mouth wide open, silently screaming.

Hain’s abdomen appeared to serve as a portal, from which more humanoid creatures emerged, flowing out from the darkness in her belly.

There were more than ten of them in total.

It took several minutes for them to fully appear and stand in front of Hain, conversing in an indecipherable language—neither Mu Ling nor Bai Yan could understand a word.

Hain finally ceased her actions, returned to her normal human form, and fell into a deep sleep.

The dozens of humanoid creatures didn’t even glance at her, clearly indicating that such occurrences were nothing out of the ordinary to them.

“These people must be the ones behind the scenes… But they are not strong enough to notice us…” Bai Yan smiled.

Mu Ling glanced at Profligate, seeking his advice.

“What should we do?”

“Wait a moment,” Bai Yan responded softly.

In the next instant, he activated “Deep Blue World.”

Time stood still.

Bai Yan moved slowly through the frozen world, and the humanoid beings remained frozen in place, unaware of his actions.

Without hesitation, Bai Yan focused, and his pupils darkened as the power of “Connection” began to gather within him.

“Connection” was one of the most powerful sources of information in the world, and with the situation being so critical, why wait any longer?

This is exactly why Bai Yan had come to investigate—his abilities were the best suited for this task.

He first used “Connection” to probe the talisman.

“Will we see Him?” Bai Yan murmured to himself.

In truth, when he decided to trace the talisman, he had already prepared himself mentally for the revelations to come.

Then, in the next moment, Bai Yan felt something—he saw the embodiment of fear itself.

He had never experienced such overwhelming terror and despair. Every inch of his body trembled as a massive black fireball, with a pale grey-white core, occupied the center of the universe.

The entire dimension seemed consumed by fear, leaving nothing but that presence.

Bai Yan felt that the being before him was none other than an Outer God.

Black Abyss Deep Sea.

He wanted to scream, to cry out, but he couldn’t make a sound. He felt completely lost.

Then, a surge of strength rose from within him, and Bai Yan gradually regained his composure. He gathered the courage to face the being.

Suddenly, the Black Abyss Deep Sea seemed to notice him as well.

Even though it was just an illusion from the past, the mighty Outer God would still be affected by it.

Finally, Bai Yan broke free from the illusion, and now he was absolutely certain.

The humanoid creatures with blue skin standing before him were indeed worshippers of the Black Abyss Deep Sea.

In that single second, Bai Yan grasped the black amulet tightly, determined not to let go.

The Real Data World.

Soon, the gamified data of the black amulet was revealed to him, and all its secrets came to light.

“Black Remnant.”

“It is a special creation crafted by the Doomsday Race, who worship the Black Abyss Deep Sea. Extraordinary beings can make contact and travel using the power of the Black Remnant.”

Bai Yan took a deep breath. The significance of this revelation was immense. The Black Remnant could serve as a launching pad for world invasions.

He continued his investigation, touching the humanoid creatures with pale blue skin once more.

“Connection.”

Doomsday Race.

The Doomsday Race was not a single species, but a collective of beings from various universes who shared a worship of the Black Abyss Deep Sea. Their most distinguishing feature was the black patterns that marked their skin.

They primarily resided within the abyss, spreading fear and wielding the power of curses. As long as they spread fear intentionally, they were granted the power of curses by the Black Abyss Deep Sea.

Many individuals sought to join the Doomsday Race, longing for the power it offered. However, their existence was feared and despised, as they were responsible for the destruction of many worlds.

The black viscous creature that possessed people was called “Skeuomorphism.”

The Doomsday Race was not a naturally occurring race, but a creation designed for invasion and stealth, born from alchemy magic.

“The descendants of the Doomsday Race… dark patterns…” Bai Yan suddenly recalled.

Sinners also had black patterns, and the black patterns on their bodies looked strikingly similar.

“Could it be…” he thought, forming a hypothesis.

As for Ganis’s recent whereabouts, Bai Yan had been keeping track.

He knew that the Noah civilization were outsiders. They arrived after the Great Migration and defeated the native inhabitants—the ancestors of the sinners.

In an unexpected twist of fate, these outsiders turned the native descendants into sinners, subjecting them to slavery and exile for nearly ten thousand years.

Ganis felt a mix of anger and confusion upon uncovering this truth. But there was one thing that still troubled him—the legend of the Persecuted Ancestors summoning the Outer Gods.

Could this be slander, or was it real?

At that moment, Bai Yan uncovered even more crucial information.

It was possible that the ancestors of the sinners were, in fact, a branch of the Doomsday Race.

“Perhaps, for the ancient Noah civilization thousands of years ago, defeating the ancestors of sinners was like vanquishing demons—an act of righteousness, not malice.”

This also explained why the benevolent deity “Heart of Radiance” had not initially opposed the war.

Things had changed over time.

The sinners of today, and the Doomsday Race of the past, might now be vastly different.

Bai Yan felt as though he had uncovered a small fragment of historical truth.

While pondering these revelations, he unknowingly slipped back into hiding, careful not to alert the Doomsday Race.

Mu Ling, unaware of the events that had just unfolded, furrowed her brow and asked, “What kind of people are these? I’ve never seen a race like this before.”

With a smile, Bai Yan, now armed with new information, replied, “They… were descendants of the Doomsday Race.”

Meanwhile, Alan sat in his office, reviewing recent footage of several Night Watchers who had been “possessed.”

“Strange…” he muttered, deep in thought, but unable to find anything particularly unusual.

After a while, Alan turned off the recording and began searching for commonalities among the individuals.

“What did these people do before? Do they have any special abilities? Have they experienced anything together? Perhaps there’s something that ties them together, even down to their birthdays?”

As he began searching in this direction, Alan soon realized there were no clues to be found.

He was also reminded that his authority was so limited that he had no access to classified information from the Demon Hunt General Agency.

Unable to continue his investigation in this manner, Alan stepped into the Babel Tower and entered the forum.

“Mysterious Magic: Are you there, Mr. X?”

“Mr. X”: What is it?

Great! As long as she was here, everything would be fine!

Alan smiled, his heart swelling with joy.

He knew the Babel Tower was a powerful and mysterious organization—he had joined something truly extraordinary!

“Please help me investigate something related to the Demon Hunt General Agency in Tatsumi City, as mentioned in the story of ‘Hidden Azure’… I have sent you a list of three individuals who have been possessed by the Night Watchers.”

“Mysterious Magic”: “I want to know if these people have any commonalities in the past. Did they ever interact together, or perhaps share a mission?”

“Mr. X”: “Very well, leave it to me.”

A few moments later, the Cybertyrant brought forth the intelligence it had found.

“Mr. X”: “Your thoughts are correct. They indeed worked together in the past and carried out a highly classified mission.”

Alan took a deep breath. His approach had been spot on.

Since they were on a mission, there must be someone who assigned them the task.

Was being “possessed” perhaps inevitable for them?

Who else within the Demon Hunt General Agency knew about this?

Why did the Leaf King know about the Night Watcher’s situation before the Demon Hunt General Agency?

This question puzzled Alan the most.

The Leaf King, while newly appointed as the leader of the Air Alliance, wasn’t in charge of the Demon Hunt General Agency. By all accounts, he shouldn’t have known about the Night Watchers’ situation before the agency itself!

Various questions deepened Alan’s contemplation.

“Mysterious Magic: What kind of task is it? Can you send me the detailed information?”

“Mr. X”: “I’ve gathered the details. You can review them now.”

Alan quickly received a file, which was divided into two parts: written materials and video materials.

First, he watched the video. Four individuals appeared, preparing for a ceremony on the outskirts of a city. Although the ceremony seemed complicated, nothing about it appeared particularly out of the ordinary.

But Alan noticed one of the female figures seemed familiar. Despite her black cloak obscuring her face, Alan couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew her.

The other three individuals were clearly Huang Feng, Hain, and another replaced Night Watcher.

“What on earth is going on?” Alan thought.

Then he examined the written materials and discovered that someone within the Demon Hunt General Agency had tasked the four Night Watchers with a secretive mission on the outskirts of the City of the Highest.

The specifics of the mission were not detailed.

Could it be related to that ceremony?

“The City of the Highest?” Alan asked himself. “This document is from a few months ago, referring to the City of the Highest at that time, not Tatsumi City?”

The document was classified as “top secret,” meaning only a few individuals in the agency could access it.

“Wait, are there four Night Watchers?”

Alan frowned. “Three have been possessed. The fourth… is probably in danger.”

He noticed the name of the fourth Night Watcher.

To his surprise, it was her.

The last person was also a member of the Sword-wielding Troop… Ai!

Alan immediately realized the cold and arrogant woman had a crucial connection to this matter.