Chapter 417

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Chapter 417: Trap!

“Could it be that all the powerful things in Babel Tower so far have been forcefully obtained by the God of Games through winning and losing games?”

The scene before them was awe-inspiring. Bai Yan had this thought, though he wasn’t certain.

Then, a realization hit him. If this were true… the God of Games would be incredibly powerful.

“Yes, this doesn’t make sense!” Bai Yan muttered, shaking his head with a smile. He believed the mysterious and unpredictable forces within Babel Tower couldn’t have been created by the God of Games or the Connector.

There was the power of Outer Gods within Babel Tower, even the power of the origin and the god of sacrifice. If the God of Games had defeated them and stolen their power, it would be too exaggerated.

No matter how powerful the God of Games might be, at most, they are a higher deity. Even if they are far stronger than ordinary gods, there remains an unmistakable difference between them and the Outer Gods.

Bai Yan knew deep down that the Outer Gods were the ultimate beings, existing at the pinnacle of existence and nothingness, embodying transcendent and powerful forces. Even in the vast, infinite multiverse, there could be no divine being capable of defeating all Outer Gods.

If such a being truly existed, they would have been classified as an “Outer God” from the moment of their arrival.

The God of Games, perhaps, wasn’t truly qualified to ascend.

So, Bai Yan calmed himself, and continued listening for more information. The “self” from the memory spoke once again.

“Instead of the God of Games, I’d rather you call me… the God of Games.”

“Games, the ongoing activities of all things, never ceasing, drive the actions of various creatures in the multiverse, shaping the present and the future, determining one possibility after another.”

A shift occurred in tone as the voice grew triumphant.

“I am the God of Games, and I will become the new Outer God!”

The one-eyed deity fell silent, making a decision.

“I choose…”

Then, the fragments of memories ended. Bai Yan quickly detached his consciousness from the immersive VR.

“Although I haven’t seen the conclusion, I can already guess the outcome.”

Bai Yan understood the one-eyed deity had likely lost because the Golden Palace had entered Babel Tower and was pulled out to become its own possession. He also realized the former Lord of the Tower’s goal — the God of Games’ true ambition was… to become the new Outer God!

To be honest, this seemed almost impossible.

Outer Gods are distinct from ordinary deities. It’s like how each kind of vegetable has its own place. Before this round of multiversal universes even began, Outer Gods already existed. They didn’t come from “upgrading,” but rather, they’ve existed since the “beginning.”

How could ordinary gods become Outer Gods?

Bai Yan couldn’t comprehend it.

It wasn’t just him — anyone or any god hearing such a claim would be equally baffled. It was like an ancient dragon standing tall and declaring it wants to become the sky… Ancient dragons can grow bigger, stronger, wiser, but they can never become the “sky.”

No matter how much an ordinary person exercises, they can never become a lion or tiger.

“But what if he didn’t ‘exercise,’ but instead obtained even more ‘extraordinary’ power? Completely breaking the norm?”

Bai Yan suddenly realized that anything could be possible. Perhaps there is indeed a miracle that could bring the God of Games closer to such a power. After all, extraordinary powers are things ordinary people can’t understand, right?

Maybe he was simply inexperienced.

But, at the moment, the specifics weren’t important.

“In the end, it’s all in the past. The Lord of Tower, who was once known as the God of Games, is no longer the same. I wonder where the God of Games has gone… Perhaps transformed into someone named Bai Yan? But the current Bai Yan doesn’t care about the ambitions of the God of Games.”

After reflecting, Bai Yan reached out to touch the final dark fragment of memory.

This would be the last one.

Once again, Bai Yan immersed himself in the memories of the past.

“So that’s how it is.”

—

As Bai Yan opened his eyes once again, he was filled with a mix of emotions.

“This is the truth about the power of Connector… No wonder he is special.”

He took a deep breath and changed his awareness. Inside Babel Tower, the real Bai Yan slowly woke up, still feeling his presence in the dream dimension — like how humans can feel their own arms.

“Hmm, let’s see how the investigation into Blank Fire by Babel Tower is going… How far have they traced it?”

Bai Yan had been lingering in the depths of his dream for a while, leaving the investigation of Blank Fire completely to the others in Babel Tower and the Imperial Guards. Now, it seemed like a good time to check on the situation.

He shifted perspectives.

Bai Yan’s awareness instantly “arrived” in Mu Ling’s field of vision.

This was a feature of Babel Tower that he didn’t often use — sharing vision with the members of Babel Tower.

Mu Ling had no idea what had happened. She didn’t know that the consciousness of the great Savior had already descended into her body.

Bai Yan found that in this state, he understood Mu Ling’s body even better than she did herself.

He suddenly frowned.

In the current scene, Mu Ling in the dream was staring blankly at the white flame, alongside the others.

Mu Ling, Maryse, World, and Shi Nianyu… Apart from Bai Yan, everyone who had entered the dream was gathered in a pure white empty world.

They had just traced a possible mastermind from the dream of the shopkeeper and then collectively jumped into the other person’s dream through Recluse’s ceremony.

However, in this dream, they realized there was actually nothing here, only a vast white land and white flames with black borders floating in the air.

And this… was the true form of Blank Fire!

For a moment, everyone was entranced by Blank Fire. No one was immune.

Even the normally strong-willed Mu Ling and Alan were captivated by its mystery, not to mention Mr. “World” himself!

Only Bai Yan, who was outside, wasn’t fooled. He realized what it was… It was the power coming from the Steel Throne.

Even the truly strong, like “World,” couldn’t easily escape the power of the gods.

This wasn’t good. It was a trap!

Bai Yan suddenly realized: this was a trap set by the Steel Throne!

“That’s right, the mighty gods would predict in advance that someone would intervene, and they would set traps for those who might try. It’s a normal tactic.”

[Wake up, Nightsaber.]

[I command you… wake up!]

A cold, indifferent command echoed deep within her soul, causing Mu Ling’s heart to tremble. She suddenly realized she had been staring at Blank Fire for a long time.

“What happened…”

Mu Ling was surprised, noticing everyone around her had become frozen, unable to move. Their eyes were fixed on the Blank Fire floating in mid-air, completely captivated by its presence.

“Even Mr. World…”

Mu Ling closed her eyes, afraid to look any longer. She took a deep breath, trying to figure out a solution to the current dilemma.

What exactly is that thing?

Just as she finished thinking, Mu Ling heard a familiar voice in her mind, comforting and reassuring.

[The flames created by the magical power of the Steel Throne.]

[Possessing its own essential power…]

Honestly, Bai Yan wasn’t sure what to do at that moment. But leaving them there was definitely not a good idea.

“Find a way to make them leave immediately.”

However, before he could act, he realized it was too late.

Suddenly, Blank Fire generated a strange suction.

Recluse, an old man knowledgeable in various rituals, was the first to be affected. His spirit was silently drawn in and instantly consumed by the white flames.

There was no struggle, no resistance… The soul of this genuine Crown level Imperial Guard was destroyed and disintegrated by the power of the Steel Throne.

As Bai Yan gazed at Blank Fire, he finally understood why the rewards for this event were more abundant than any previous ones.

This was the true beginning of a mission challenging the gods!

Blank Fire!

It originates from the Steel Throne and represents “progress” flames.

And progress… requires kindling!