Chapter 44
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Dizziness.
There seemed to be silent fireworks exploding in his mind, with countless colors blooming and fading.
It was as if he were caught in a boundless nothingness, unable to feel the presence of his body.
He was bewildered and confused. Gradually, the endless fireworks in his mind ceased, leaving only darkness around him.
The dizziness receded and memories gradually returned to his mind.
Bai Yan.
I am Bai Yan.
“Bai Yan… My name is Bai Yan…”
Is this my memory?
This name, why is it in my mind… Why does it feel like such a familiar name?
Why do I feel so sad?
The breeze gently brushed Bai Yan’s cheeks, gradually rousing him from the chaos.
Bai Yan opened his eyes and slowly stretched his stiff body.
He stood on a vast expanse of white land. Except for the incoming breeze, the only things he could see were the six grand suns shining with golden light in the sky.
Gradually, thick and dense black mist surged upward, enveloping everything around Bai Yan.
“The black fog from the video…”
When he reached out toward the rising black mist, a large amount of complicated and incomprehensible information automatically formed in his mind. A small portion began to quickly arrange and combine, converting into words that humans could comprehend.
“Upgrade the Babel Tower Temple.”
“Meet core operators.”
“Change the appearance of the temple.”
“Go elsewhere.”
Four lines of fiery red words surfaced in the depths of Bai Yan’s mind, as if the faithful Babel Tower was welcoming its supreme master.
“Is this an authority I can exercise?”
Relieved, Bai Yan shook his head. He didn’t immediately use his authority as “Savior,” but picked up an invisible mask in his hand.
Although it was completely transparent and the outline couldn’t be seen, he could still feel its presence through touch.
This is… ‘The Disguise Mask’.
Bai Yan raised his hand and slowly put on the Disguise Mask; his body started to wriggle like ooze, now able to mold his shape and appearance according to his desires.
After thinking for a while, Bai Yan’s figure gradually shifted.
He transformed into a person shrouded in a black robe whose face couldn’t be seen, possessing a hazy sense of mystery that no one could penetrate.
Bai Yan nodded slightly; the image of himself now was almost identical to the Savior in Babel Tower.
“I want to change the appearance.”
The next moment, nineteen three-dimensional holographic pictures appeared before Bai Yan, including “palaces” of various themes.
These included “Underwater World,” “Fairy Tale Paradise,” “Sky Temple,” “Padma Hell,” “Cyber Tower,” “Blood Tower,” “Dark Castle” and others.
All waiting for him to make a choice.
“The Blood Tower looks bizarre. The ground and buildings are piled up with twisted and rotting corpses. Even the throne is stacked with limbless bodies. How could anyone tolerate it?”
After his complaint, Bai Yan contemplated for a while and decided to try the theme appearance of “Space Crystal Palace.”
Everything in the black mist collapsed and disintegrated again, then transformed into basic particles. Only Bai Yan, standing in the center of the black mist, remained unaffected.
Finally, everything was reshaped anew.
Bai Yan looked around him in astonishment. All the walls were paved with clear crystals. This was a majestic palace full of space opera-style sci-fi elements.
There was a high crystal throne on one side of the palace, crystal clear with a beautiful artistic quality. In front of the throne were many exquisite musical instruments made of crystal. It seemed as if there would be a performance for their king, but there was a lack of players.
Around the palace were sleeping maid puppets made of crystal. They were lifeless but delicate enough to almost be called perfect works of art. Perhaps they were just the players that the musical instruments lacked.
Bai Yan thought for a moment; two crystal maid dolls brought up water and snacks and stood calmly on either side of him.
The ceiling of the Crystal Palace was completely transparent, and he could see the infinite dark universe by looking up; the many brightly shining stars were incomparably gorgeous.
“Is this the real universe? Or a false illusion?” Looking at the beautiful universe, Bai Yan couldn’t help but wonder.
In truth, he didn’t know the correct answer, and he didn’t dare to try to smash the ceiling and escape.
“Let’s try something else… Well, this should be good.”
Bai Yan selected the “Sky Temple” theme.
Everything collapsed and disintegrated again, then reassembled into a new world.
Bai Yan gazed around with curiosity.
A gentle wind swept past him, and the surrounding area was covered with white clouds in the blink of an eye.
This was a temple with a diameter of more than a few hundred meters, like a huge white disc. There were numerous golden patterns on the edge, and huge white ancient Roman columns were arched around the temple.
In the blue sky there was a huge and very close golden sun, seemingly within reach.
Why is the sun so large?
Bai Yan wasn’t so surprised this time; he soon spotted a marble throne in the middle of the huge pillars, which could only be reached by climbing steps.
“I wonder what it’s like to sit there. All in all, I feel entitled to sit up there.”
Bai Yan felt as if he had discovered a new treasure. A brand new map had opened in the game. He ran up the stairs full of curiosity and joy, and sat on the throne without ceremony.
The golden sun occupying half of the sky was directly behind him.
“Well, it’s not comfortable at all.” Bai Yan decided to change the theme again. No matter how beautiful a theme might be, it was meaningless without comfort!
Finally, Bai Yan settled on the current theme appearance of Babel Tower– Star Camp.
In the next second, the blue sky transformed into a dark and endless starry night. There were countless stars shining in the night sky.
The ancient and dilapidated huge stone pillars rose from the ground, and dynamic myths and legends were depicted on the stone walls, with immortal epic stories of various races playing in a loop.
The huge stone table was surrounded by luxurious seats made of different substances.
Bai Yan sat at the main seat of the long table. Beneath him was a night sky throne embedded with twinkling stars.
Bai Yan sat calmly on the brand new night sky throne, feeling quite satisfied.
He decided to change the theme of the Babel Tower Temple every time he met with the operators.
“Use this today. At least this chair is comfortable. As for the scenery, it’s just decoration.”
Bai Yan is quite pragmatic.
For his next step, he chose “meet the core operators” in his mind.
A faint translucent list appeared before him, much like an enlarged version of the list in the mobile game Babel Tower. He could choose which core operators would meet with “the Savior.”
Bai Yan contemplated briefly and decided to meet with Nightsaber and Psychic Dancer.
In truth, it would be impossible for him to maintain the remote control mode indefinitely.
For Babel Tower to be a qualified salvation organization, both managers and subordinates needed necessary communication, instead of just solving everything in game mode.
Bai Yan was also looking forward to meeting them; he was very interested in matters concerning “Babel Tower” now.
This game had become increasingly fascinating!
Infinite freedom, infinite possibilities, infinite maneuverability, and… the penalty of losing everything upon failure.
He had originally thought he would suffer more and more bitterness and hatred because of the heavy responsibility, but in fact, every “infinity” and “everything” made Bai Yan extremely excited.
‘Do I really care about justice and evil, the survival and destruction of the world, or even my own life?’
Perhaps, since coming to this world, he had lost everything, so he no longer cared so much.
Bai Yan vaguely recalled the mysterious Moon Witch.
Was the essence of what she said the side of her life that she liked to play?
“Everything else is not that important, but what I really want… is to win the game perfectly,” Bai Yan muttered.
He took a deep breath and decided to let the game proceed to the next stage.
“I want to meet…”
“Nightsaber.”
“And Psychic Dancer.”
After Bai Yan chose the core operators and used the summon function, thick black mist emerged from each of the two seats next to the long table.
Something suddenly occurred to him.
There is a price to pay for using relics, and the price for using the Disguise Mask is…
To be unable to speak to girls for a period of time.
