Chapter 446
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Chapter 446: The Power of an Advanced Civilization
“It appears this group is about to walk right into a trap,” the supervisor muttered to himself.
In the clone manufacturing center, the slender figure of the supervisor sat in a sleek, futuristic silver office, with a distinctly science-fiction feel.
She wore a pristine white uniform, a helmet perched atop her head, and several transparent tubes extending from the back of her skull.
She was the head of the clone manufacturing facility, a remarkable being at the Crown level, and one of the most formidable clones trusted by the great Almighty.
But the key thing wasn’t her strength alone—it was her authority to activate the advanced defensive technology left behind by the annulus civilization.
“The Babel Tower will assault the clone manufacturing center,” the manager murmured, drifting into thought.
This was the conclusion drawn by Lord Almighty several hours ago.
Now, the group from Babel Tower, blissfully unaware, had finally arrived.
Though Bai Yan controlled all the cameras, it wasn’t just “technology” acting as a warning system here. The center had been equipped with powerful sorcery, rituals, and relics designed for this very purpose.
The supervisor had already recognized the group making their way through the avenues toward the center’s entrance. Yet, she smiled confidently, without a trace of panic.
“A handful of Crown-level individuals believe they can force their way in here? They seriously overestimate their own abilities.”
He remained composed, calmly stating, “The technology of the annulus civilization knows no distinction between Crown and Apocalypse… all of you will face the same fate.”
“This is a one-way journey.”
The supervisor had unshakable faith in the power of advanced civilizations.
He knew well just how monumental such civilizations were, and that the world of Noah could hardly even begin to touch their capabilities.
In the sparsely populated realms of the multiverse, only a select few advanced civilizations had the means to challenge the Outer Gods.
In the eyes of these civilizations, the weaker gods were no more than subjects for experimentation—mighty beasts, nothing more.
Thus, even a fragment of technology from a civilian-level advanced civilization was far beyond what ordinary extraordinary beings could hope to withstand.
“We’re walking into a trap,” Partridge muttered, a bitter taste in her mouth, urging, “If we keep going, there won’t be a way back. They must have detected our movements by now.”
“Uh, we understand,” Bai Yan replied softly, his expression calm. He glanced over at the fallen guard on the floor, the chaos surrounding them.
Mu Ling casually sheathed her sword, hardly exerting any effort.
“It’s taken care of.”
Elene observed quietly, saying nothing but moving along steadily.
At this point, they had already passed through the gates and entered the heart of the clone manufacturing center.
Mu Ling paused for a moment before asking, “What happens next?”
“From here on, everything we encounter will be interesting,” Bai Yan responded lightly, as though he had anticipated everything.
Yes, he had known all along.
Thanks to the power of the “Babel Tower” game.
At that very moment, inside the Babel Tower, the true Bai Yan sat calmly with a smartphone in hand, engaging with the game.
The pixelated visuals felt familiar.
In this virtual world, the scenery shifted rapidly, presenting various crises and natural disasters. Dots of light appeared intermittently, and Bai Yan had to command the Babel Tower members to strike these dots in order to progress to the next level.
The real challenge was managing these crises while avoiding the looming threats. A single mistake could lead to the annihilation of the entire team.
Bai Yan focused intently, controlling three tiny characters on-screen. They flipped, jumped, and dodged attacks, progressing through ever more complex and shifting stages.
Some levels were too tough to pass, and sometimes even Bai Yan himself would fail at the first attempt due to insufficient character abilities.
But so what?
Bai Yan could simply restart, as long as he didn’t save the game. He could keep controlling the characters, trying again.
Time for another challenge!
“Sadly,” he remarked, “the Outer God’s power cannot be used to cheat.”
Within the cloning facility, Bai Yan remained composed as he gazed at the numerous containers. Inside were blond-haired children with their eyes closed, their bodies not yet fully matured.
They were all clones.
Their biological parents were all powerful beings from across the World, at least potential apocalypses… There were even clones of apocalypse-level entities.
Among the many containers of clones, the most noteworthy were those holding the genetic material from the Almighty herself—Partridge’s siblings.
These clones would undergo a unified education from birth, giving them a status far superior to that of ordinary clones.
As for the reason they were born at an early stage of development, rather than appearing fully formed, it had to do with the design of the facilities left behind by the annulus civilization. The people of Noy Military Company could not modify this process.
Perhaps the creators of the annulus civilization never foresaw this outcome.
Their automatic “wardrobe,” after countless years, had transformed into a military base for an entirely different civilization.
Partridge gazed around with mixed emotions, saying, “I was born right here.”
Like an object, she—like a tool—was created in this place.
“…”
Partridge closed her eyes with a sigh.
She continued, “This cloning facility was built from the remnants of the annulus civilization. It boasts an advanced automated defense system… Even if this was merely civilian technology, it’s still something we can’t oppose.”
Bai Yan nodded, smiling as he responded, “You’re right. I can sense the power approaching. Everyone, brace yourselves.”
For a moment, everyone was stunned, but they quickly realized what Bai Yan meant.
That meant the influence of the annulus civilization was about to reach them!
Mu Ling took a steadying breath and drew out the weapon she had just put away, making sure to remain cautious.
Though she always appeared confident and effortless, Mu Ling understood the importance of never underestimating the power of advanced civilizations.
In battle, carelessness often exacts a heavy price.
Meanwhile, in the background of the cloning facility, the supervisor, using a brain interface, calmly watched the group through a pale white cubic Relic.
“Excellent, you’ve walked right into a trap. Had you stayed hidden in the residential area, even the company wouldn’t have easily captured Crown-level individuals like you… the situation has unfolded beautifully.”
He was prepared to activate the advanced defense system using his authority.
“Let’s begin.”
In an instant, a strange, unfamiliar beam of light enveloped the facility.
The world seemed to shift.
A spinning sensation overwhelmed everyone.
As everything crumbled around them, Mu Ling froze, a chill running down her spine. The sensation felt eerily like the moment she was transported into Babel Tower!
Bai Yan realized this as well but said nothing, silently observing.
Suddenly, they found themselves in a horrific world of lava, monstrous creatures, and near-impossible terrain.
Mu Ling’s expression changed immediately, recognizing the place.
“This is a place of torment!”
Inside the clone manufacturing center, the supervisor looked at the individuals who had vanished and knew in his heart they would never return.
They were about to be cast into dozens, or even hundreds, of deadly worlds.
There, they would become targets of the malevolent forces of the World, assaulted by enemies and natural disasters, with little hope of survival.
This power was unstoppable—if they somehow survived in a few of these worlds, there was no way to quickly return to World of Noah.
Even the most powerful Apocalypse-level travelers couldn’t freely cross worlds without careful preparation and specific conditions.
For those at the Crown level, the chances of survival were almost non-existent when thrown into such deadly environments, under constant attack. Even if they did survive, their chances of returning were as close to zero as possible.
Unsolvable.
“It’s over.”
The supervisor muttered to himself, took a deep breath, and made direct contact with the person he served.
“Great Lord Almighty, I’ve taken care of all the Babel Tower members. Please rest easy.”
Although he couldn’t see the body—and it was impossible to—he was confident his judgment was sound, rational, and completely accurate.
“They are all destined to die.”
