Chapter 416
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Chapter 416: Fragments of Memory
Inside the Babel Tower, Bai Yan sat on the throne, slowly closing his eyes. In the blink of an eye, his consciousness shifted to the incarnation within the dream dimension.
It was a very strange and even somewhat difficult to understand phenomenon: existing in this dimension as well as in another. Bai Yan knew in his heart that this was the result of the Babel Tower’s power. The Babel Tower was an extraordinarily unique entity, its power even surpassing the rules that governed different dimensions.
When he opened his eyes again, Bai Yan found himself in an empty magic props store. He had entered the dream dimension.
He calmly stepped out of the store and found himself on a deserted street. Taking a deep breath, he could already sense the stark difference between the dream dimension and the reality dimension. All the surroundings seemed incredibly real, but from his “peripheral vision,” everything appeared blurry.
“Is this what it’s like to enter the dream dimension? It’s similar to a lucid dream, but there are many differences.”
Anyone dreaming without paying attention to their surroundings might mistakenly believe this place was the real world. But Bai Yan was not an ordinary person, nor an ordinary super being. He could easily perceive the subtle differences.
This was the first level of the three-layered dream, corresponding to the “reality layer” of intelligent life.
“Where is Blank Fire? No… what is that?”
Suddenly, Bai Yan felt something. He furrowed his brow, sensing something calling him, beckoning him to a specific place. The calling grew stronger and stronger.
Dreams and dreams are interconnected.
“Maybe I can enter my own dreams… I must go and see!”
Without hesitation, Bai Yan followed the guidance in his heart and moved towards the place that was calling to him.
The surroundings began to shift.
At some point, Bai Yan realized that he had entered the second layer of the dream, corresponding to his imagination: the “Fantasy Layer.”
This wasn’t the fantasy layer from the shopkeeper’s dream… it was his own dream!
All dreams are interconnected.
In this dream layer, Bai Yan saw many magical sights from the Babel Tower, fantastical things from the World of Noah, and fragments from his memories of his home world… Everything was fragmented.
He saw the broken Tatsumi City flying in the sky, a huge blurry face staring at him from behind the sun, and endless anime characters emerging from the ground, turning into fireworks in mid-air.
After the fireworks fell to the ground, they quickly transformed into various monsters from games, including Fusion Slime and Mushroom Sword. The changes were rapid and overwhelming.
“After all, it’s just a dream.”
This was a dream shaped by imagination, where everything was chaotic.
Bai Yan traversed through countless fantasies and made his way towards the deepest layer of the dream: the “Primitive Layer.”
This was the deepest layer of the dream, shaped by primal desires. It was also the point where the dream dimension connected with the Soul Dimension.
Here, the land was vast and crimson, with thunderous sounds occasionally coming from the sky. Bai Yan saw many insects—white flesh worms. They represented Bai Yan’s most basic human desires, constantly mating, fighting, and devouring. Each one was uglier than the last, completely unbearable to watch.
Everyone’s primitive dream layer was similar, regardless of age or gender. Deep within their instincts, they all harbored various innate desires.
“To truly embrace one’s humanity, but what if killing some of these worms here helps me find inner peace and contentment?”
However, Bai Yan discovered that the white worms continuously emerged from the crimson earth, only to perish quickly, showing that they could not be eradicated through ordinary means.
Suddenly, Bai Yan noticed some damaged black fragments. These pitch-black fragments emitted a faint glow, slowly floating in the air and approaching him.
According to what Bai Yan had read in books about dream dimensions, these black fragments didn’t belong to the primitive layer of dreams.
“What are they?”
At that moment, Bai Yan realized something.
So, they had been calling for him.
“What exactly are you?”
Bai Yan stared at the dark fragments, wondering why they had called him. He could feel that these fragments contained many truths—things he had always wanted to know but had no way of learning.
Bai Yan reached out and touched one of the fragments.
In that instant, his vision was flooded with memories contained within the black fragment.
——
He found himself standing in the midst of an endless sea of stars. Above him, a sky full of billions of stars stretched across the vast, dark expanse of the universe. Before him were thousands of magnificent silver-white starships, slowly moving through the stars.
Bai Yan took a deep breath, hardly able to believe his eyes. Each starship carried billions of intelligent beings and emitted powerful energy waves so intense that it terrified him. He felt that with a single strike, these ships could obliterate a planet the size of Earth.
“So many silver-white starships…”
These ships were not made of physical matter, but pure silver-white energy. They had the ability to instantly teleport across the universe and were immune to most extraordinary powers. Even true gods would struggle to resist such a fleet.
The scene left Bai Yan speechless for a long time.
Then, he saw a lizard-like female with purple skin, bowing respectfully and speaking to him. They “stood” in space.
Bai Yan could feel that this female lizard was a powerful demigoddess, even stronger than Queen the Scarlet Moon.
But her strength was nothing compared to the immense energy fleet before her.
The lizard woman spoke with excitement, “Finally, we have found it. This is the battlefield where the Original People will soon arrive. My master, you can finally take the first step towards fulfilling your wish!”
Master? Original People? Battlefield? Wish?
Bai Yan was overwhelmed with the amount of information. He tried to process it all as “his” voice spoke slowly.
“Cycle, origin, unknown, pursuit, annulus… The Origin Civilization is one of the five advanced civilizations in the multiverse, capable of resisting the power of the Outer Gods.”
“Only by finding them… can we hope to achieve the plan.”
“I will release you once the plan is realized.”
The lizard woman grew more excited.
Could it be that she was enslaved? Bai Yan wondered, but all of this was in the past. Who knew how much time had passed?
The time rate of each universe was different.
Bai Yan silently followed the perspective in his memory, speculating that the “self” in the fragments of memory was either the Connector or the God of Games. But who exactly were they? Why did their fragments remain in the deepest part of his dreams?
“Could our souls be the same?”
Bai Yan had long suspected that his true identity might be the reincarnation of one of the Connectors or the God of Games. But he could never confirm his suspicions—until now.
“Myself” spoke again.
“The civilization the Original People plan to destroy is terrifying. The Finn civilization rules over nearly a hundred universes, controlling countless smaller civilizations and even capturing deities for research… They are deploying everything to confront the Original People.”
The lizard woman asked, “Why must the Original People destroy them? Is it because the Finn civilization has conquered too many worlds and slaughtered too many people?”
Bai Yan was curious, but “myself” responded directly.
“Such matters are irrelevant to the Original People. It’s merely a natural evolutionary process. The true fatal flaw of the Finn civilization lies in its belief in the Outer Gods… something the Original People cannot tolerate.”
The lizard woman pressed on, “Which Outer God do they believe in?”
“The end.”
In that instant, something incredible happened.
The sky, filled with starships, began to empty. One by one, the ships vanished, unable to resist or fight back, as though they were erased by an unseen power. The fleet, unable to identify their enemies, simply disappeared into nothingness.
The Finn civilization, the dominant force of the multiverse, was wiped out.
The process only took a few seconds.
Bai Yan was stunned.
“It’s over.”
“The Original People attacked from a special dimension, erasing their enemies as easily as wiping away a picture. The Finn civilization, with no understanding of dimensional warfare, was crushed by overwhelming force.”
The being that seemed to be Bai Yan commented calmly.
The lizard-like female stood frozen, her understanding of the power of advanced civilizations shattering, much like Bai Yan’s.
A glowing sphere suddenly appeared before them.
[I am the Original People… Crystal.]
The voice echoed in Bai Yan’s heart.
[Connector, why are you looking for us?]
Connector! Bai Yan realized that he was playing the role of “Connector” in the memories.
He replied quickly, “I know that the Original People believe in the ‘Origin’ in the Outer God. There is something important I must communicate with the great Origin.”
[Origin, our ruler… will not meet with you. Just as a dragon will not communicate with an ant.]
And with that, the crystal disappeared—a complete rejection.
“Master, what should we do?” The lizard woman asked anxiously.
Bai Yan soon heard the sound of Connector’s voice again.
“Oh, we will succeed in the end. We believed in this from the beginning. Perhaps I won’t be the one to succeed, but one day we will.”
“Me, us?”
Could Connector be an organization and not an individual?
What did it mean?
Bai Yan fell into deep thought, but the information was still too sparse.
Suddenly, he realized he had returned to the primitive layer of the dream, having exited the recent memory fragments.
“Connector… could that have been my past life?”
Bai Yan paused, then reached out to touch the next memory fragment.
To his surprise, this memory didn’t belong to the Connector.
“The God of Games!” An angry voice echoed through the sky.
Massive dark clouds appeared,
covering the once clear sky.
From within these clouds, a
giant one-eyed figure emerged,
holding a long spear and
wearing pitch-black armor. The
remaining eye radiated
endless wisdom.
Bai Yan realized that this was a
living, true deity.
“You shamelessly invade the
civilization I belong to,
stripping them of their powers.
Now it’s my turn to challenge
you…”
The one-eyed god roared in
anger.
“Come on! Let the game begin!
I will win and make you fall
completely!”
The God of Games, right?
Bai Yan caught the keyword
immediately.
Could these fragments belong
to the God of Games? Was his
past life really that of a
Connector, the God of Games,
or perhaps a combination of
both?
He was uncertain.
He heard the familiar voice of
“himself” once more.
“I accept your challenge.”
“Let the game begin.”
Suddenly, two birdcages
appeared before Bai Yan, each
containing a miniature city
filled with life and activity, as if
real cities had been shrunk.
“Myself” spoke again.
“Let’s see which of these two
cities, that believe in you, will
perish first.”
“How despicable!” The one-
eyed deity roared, but was
unable to attack the “Bai Yan”
in front of him, as though
some limitation held him back.
At that moment, both
birdcages plummeted, sending
the miniature cities hurtling
towards the ground.
Bai Yan had a strange thought.
If the birdcages fell, the
miniature cities would
shatter… and the real cities in
the world would also be
destroyed.
Was this the game of the
deity?
Suddenly, Bai Yan heard the
voice of “himself” again.
“We will play many rounds of
games. For this round’s bet…
let’s use your Golden Palace.”
The Golden Palace?
Upon hearing this, Bai Yan was
struck as if by thunder on a sunny day!
