Chapter 462
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Chapter 462: The Path of the Slime
After Alan arrived at the Apocalypse, his very soul underwent a series of profound changes, gradually transcending its earthly nature.
And she was different from both the “Queen of the Scarlet Moon” and the “Psychic Dancer.”
The Scarlet Moon embraced all possibilities, not favoring any one over the others. In contrast, Maryse primarily identified as the Fairy Tale Witch but remained open to other possibilities.
The path Alan chose was that of the Sanction Knight. As for the other potential paths of evil, including the possibility of a Water World, deep within his heart, he greatly disdained them.
Then, these other possibilities became “nourishment,” fueling the strength of the Sanction Knight. They could no longer be utilized, fading into oblivion.
However, this also made him stronger.
The white knight armor he wore, reminiscent of the majestic Omega Beast, was stunning in appearance, but its power extended far beyond mere aesthetics.
It granted tremendous physical and magical enhancements.
In addition, it had an array of defensive capabilities, making him nearly impervious to any attack, curse, or poison technique below the Apocalypse level when activated.
Then came the magic of the knight, a power system unlike traditional magic.
It was simpler to use, skipping most of the casting procedures, focusing on self-enhancement, destruction, and defense. No knight magic took longer than two seconds to prepare, and its effects were often direct and straightforward: speed boosts, super strength, destruction, protection, and first aid.
Though seemingly unimpressive, these powers were practical. When Alan activated the “speed boost,” his movement easily matched that of Mu Ling today.
Alan needed some time to adjust to his brand new self—a mighty, versatile self.
“Am I strong enough now?”
For some reason, this thought unexpectedly crossed his mind.
If only his past self had possessed such power, perhaps many things would have turned out differently.
Taking a deep breath, Alan slowly clenched his fist, feeling more confident about facing the future.
The Ring City.
A fierce momentum swept through the city, freezing Old Mike’s body as if it had been sliced by a blade. His eyes filled with shock.
Apocalypse!
A new Apocalypse had arrived!
On the streets and in the alleys, panic and confusion spread among the people, regardless of what they had been doing before.
“What just happened?”
In the interlayer base, Amy watched in disbelief as the Slime in front of her exuded an overwhelming energy.
“You… have arrived at the Apocalypse?” she asked incredulously.
“Gurgle.”
The Slime pondered for a moment before its “face” began to wriggle, finally displaying an expression.
ヾ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ
So, they had truly arrived at the Apocalypse. Amy remained silent. She understood better than anyone just how powerful the Babel Tower was. Even the mascot could easily reach the legendary Apocalypse levels.
It was hard to accept.
“If that’s the case, then in the eyes of the Savior, even an Apocalypse-like strong person is no longer a rare sight…”
Throughout history, Crown-level extraordinary individuals were like golden carp swimming across the river—rare and leaving no trace. Generations passed, and those who proclaimed themselves strong faded away.
But the Apocalypse was always different. Their presence was the very embodiment of strength, destined to leave a mark on history.
“Noah will remember that there was a slime that arrived during the Apocalypse and became a demigod. Poof.”
Amy couldn’t help but burst into laughter at the thought, finding it oddly amusing.
At the same time, she wasn’t particularly concerned about the recent surge of power.
Even if the Rock Morgan group learned of it, they probably wouldn’t act hastily.
After all, according to Amy’s intel, the Rock Morgan group only had one Apocalypse-level force, and activating it came with a significant price.
If two Apocalypses were to battle, half the city could be demolished.
“When the benefits of war outweigh the costs, capitalists seek war. But now, the costs are greater than the benefits… So, those guys from Rock Morgan won’t want war with us.”
In simpler terms, when Amy and the others were still Crown-level, they were seen as “unstable factors” threatening the order of Ring City. But with the support of an Apocalypse-level force, they became a “party that can be negotiated with and must maintain peace.”
“Tell me, R21, what new powers do you have now?”
Amy looked at the slime, which had not changed much, with confusion and curiosity.
“Gurgle!”
The slime shook its tentacles, signaling that it, too, was unsure.
It had no idea at all.
Amy sighed and pressed further:
“According to what I know, an Apocalypse must choose a path… So, what path did you choose?”
The slime paused, still uncertain.
Actually… it hadn’t chosen anything.
But this, too, was a form of choice.
The Kingdom of Dark Light.
Annottales.
The Tulip Manor.
“Sister, wait for me!”
Evie, holding up her skirt with a bright smile, playfully chased after Kaluoer, refusing to let go.
Kaluoer did not look back as she entered “Viscount Edmond,” Bai Yan’s bedroom. With a calm expression, she drew open the curtains, letting the sunlight pour in, and began cleaning the almost nonexistent dust.
“Thank goodness that man isn’t here.”
Evie sat on the bed, smiling as she watched her younger sister. The more she looked, the more beautiful Kaluoer appeared, and no matter how much she stared, it never seemed enough.
“Oh dear, how could I have such a wonderful sister!”
“Excuse me, sister.”
Kaluoer walked over, expressionless, and lifted Evie from the bed, gently placing her on a nearby chair. She then began tidying the bed.
“Must you do all these chores? Can’t we talk more? I came all the way here!” Evie pouted.
Kaluoer responded coldly, “You’ve visited three times this week and fourteen times in a month.”
Evie sighed, speaking earnestly, “Isn’t it because I care about you? And if you marry this man, I’ll be your… We’re still evaluating him, right?”
Evie’s words were shocking. Kaluoer, momentarily stunned, recalled the promise her sister had made to share everything.
“Leave, sister. Don’t delay my mission.”
Evie’s eyes grew teary. “Please don’t chase me away!”
Kaluoer said coldly, “If I don’t do these chores well, the master will punish me severely. You wouldn’t want to see me suffer, would you?”
Evie didn’t mind at all. Instead, she smiled playfully, “You’re talking nonsense. If you hurt or feel sadness, I can feel it too… Haven’t you been getting happier recently?”
“…”
Kaluoer, after a long silence, gently tapped her knee and sent her troublesome sister outside.
However, Evie didn’t get up. She stood motionless, a strange stillness overtaking her.
Had she been cursed? Kaluoer, as an experienced assassin, grew tense and approached her sister.
“Sister?”
Evie’s face showed confusion. “I don’t know what’s happening. Suddenly, I couldn’t move, and there were voices in my head.”
Hmm?
Kaluoer felt a sense of déjà vu.
“That voice… it claimed to be the Savior, from Babel Tower. It was that mysterious organization!”
Evie’s face filled with shock. “Kaluoer, don’t worry about me. Go to the first district, find my foster father—the Incarnation of Dark Light! He’ll know how to protect you!”
Her reason for sending Kaluoer away wasn’t fear of Babel Tower. It was that, in Evie’s experience, Babel Tower always came with danger.
But Kaluoer had no intention of fleeing. Instead, she gazed at Evie with a knowing look.
“Oh, I see! Sister, are you joining us now?”
Evie wasn’t foolish. Realizing Kaluoer’s words, she suddenly understood everything. No wonder Babel Tower had saved itself during the previous incident.
Kaluoer was a member of Babel Tower!
Joining Babel Tower seemed like the best path forward.
Now, I can spend more time with my little sister!
“Today’s work is done.”
As Evie thought this, Kaluoer disappeared in an instant. When she reappeared, she had changed from her maid outfit into casual black clothes and donned non-prescription golden-rimmed glasses.
Evie, now moving on her own, noticed Kaluoer quietly walking beside her. Together, they paraded through the streets.
Evie spotted a familiar Babel Tower emblem on Kaluoer’s left shoulder.
Ah, there it is.
Kaluoer then pulled out a pen and began to doodle.
“Kaluoer, what are you doing?”
Unable to control herself, Evie asked, but soon she realized her sister’s intent.
With a completely straight face, Kaluoer carefully drew two little turtles on Evie’s face.
“Um… it’s pretty.”
It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, after all!