Chapter 47
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Chapter 47: Inside the Babel Tower
In a trance, Mu Ling had returned to the leaf-strewn yard of her house.
Huo Xin was not there; he must have gone out to do something.
She let out a long sigh of relief. She had worried that she would be transported to the school and confront the Demon Hunt Agency again, but it seemed the Savior was quite thoughtful.
“That man is the Savior of Babel Tower, the mysterious being who guides us to save the world.”
Mu Ling recalled all the miraculous scenes in the night sky and was certain that Babel Tower was indeed a supernatural salvation organization.
Whether it was the so-called “highest iron wall of the Air Alliance”—the Eyes of the Empire, composed of the King’s guards—or Noah’s largest cult, Dead Silence, which had tens of millions of die-hard followers and worshipped peace and tranquility, or the Time of Chord, an association of high-level wizards established by the “Lord of Rainbow” who pioneered the modern spell system—none of them were comparable to the great Babel Tower!
Mu Ling couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by the thought!
She was fortunate to be part of an organization that was so great and about to accomplish an equally great mission.
If it truly succeeded, she could restore the glory of the Hunter family. It would be a way to add luster to her lineage.
Saving the world was a great feat that even her legendary ancestors had never achieved.
But if the Savior was so powerful and unfathomable, why didn’t he take it upon himself to save the world? She suddenly pondered this puzzling question.
“Perhaps this is the ‘possibility’ the Savior spoke of. Fate decided that the world must be saved by the operators… Maybe that’s the reason.”
The existence of “Fate” was still being debated by various schools of thought in Noah.
And the hunter’s attitude toward this was… Inherit the destiny of being a hunter and break humanity’s miserable fate.
The hunters, born from the blood of the Outer God, were always moving forward on the path against the Outer God, searching for hope and light for humanity.
Mu Ling soon considered another possibility.
“Or perhaps the Savior, as an extremely powerful ancient being, has recovered but is temporarily unable to project his power into Noah due to some limitation.”
She calmly made up her mind.
“No matter what the reason is, I shall continue to fight as the sharp blade of the master of Babel Tower.”
Whether it was for the Hunter family or for the world that was about to be overturned.
In Mu Ling’s mind, there seemed to be no place for herself.
Maryse was back on the large pink bed when she came to her senses once more.
What she had just seen was like an illusion, as if it had never existed.
[Maryse!]
She slightly froze, realizing that her psychic power had returned.
Irena was standing right beside the large pink bed, staring at her with a worried expression.
She resembled a mother whose child had been lost momentarily, and even wanted to scold herself for wandering off without permission.
[Phew, you’re finally back. I was so frightened.]
“I was worried about you. Just a little! I knew you would return. You always give me trouble!” Irena spoke with displeasure.
Maryse didn’t retort but suddenly smiled as she stepped off the bed and gently embraced her personal maid.
She said with a calm expression, “Well, I apologize.”
Irena was slightly stunned. She had never seen Miss Maryse so serious.
“What’s wrong with you?”
[What happened to her?]
Maryse’s expression grew grave as she thought about her own fate in the coming months and everything that the owner of Babel Tower had told her.
“Irena, thank you so much for always caring about me. I’ve just understood many things.”
“Since this miraculous chance has been given to me… I shall never give up!”
Farewell, my cowardice.
After sending back the two core operators, Bai Yan sat on the night throne and breathed a slight sigh of relief.
“Well, now I am becoming more and more like a genuine mysterious leader.”
He clicked on the option “Go elsewhere” and found that the only places he could access were the second and third floors of Babel Tower, and the fifth floor where he was.
All other areas were grayed out and temporarily inaccessible.
“Go to the second level.”
After Bai Yan made his choice, a new option soon appeared before him. In fact, the second level of Babel Tower currently had only one option available.
“Recovery Spring (Female)”
Everything was once again disintegrating and reconstructing.
Bai Yan found himself standing before a golden beach in a trance, with the smell of sea breeze in his nostrils.
“I finally understand why the Recovery Spring is so vast.” He quickly responded after realizing this was the so-called Recovery Spring.
He dipped one foot into the sea and felt no special sensations.
It seemed to be merely ordinary seawater completely devoid of any imagined super effects.
“They bathe in seawater to improve their mood? A good mood comes too cheaply.”
Bai Yan shook his head gently, removed his shoes, and walked alone along the coastline for several hours, yet never saw its end.
He noticed that the six suns in the sky had now become three, and the number of suns seemed to vary on each level of Babel Tower.
“It’s quite dull; there’s nothing here.”
Feeling bored, Bai Yan again clicked on the “Go elsewhere” option.
Select.
“Go to the third level.”
“Institute for Alienation Technology.”
The familiar sight was crumbling once again; Bai Yan was indifferent as he went to the third floor of Babel Tower.
He stepped onto a short meadow, the sun making it as magnificent as vast golden waves. Soft music provided a faint sense of melancholy.
Before Bai Yan stood a huge, tall white building. It was filled with science fiction-like elements that gave it a unique character, immediately arousing his curiosity.
‘Alienation Technology Institute? Seems interesting.’
He looked up and noticed four golden suns shining in the sky.
Bai Yan understood the pattern instantly.
“So, the number of suns on each floor equals the floor number plus one.”
What was the true identity of Babel Tower?
Bai Yan had too little information, knowing only that it had temporarily fallen under his control.
He wanted to examine the building, but after walking to the front door… he absolutely couldn’t determine how to open it.
After wandering for a while before the huge 100-meter-high doorway, Bai Yan pinched his chin and fell into contemplation.
“Well, being able to enter or not doesn’t really matter.”
He shook his head and decided to leave Babel Tower. There were too few things to visit and explore in the current situation.
“It’s better to go out and interact with the operators.”
Bai Yan smiled and selected the “Go elsewhere” option, then chose “Leave Babel Tower.”
The next moment, he vanished from where he had been standing.
The soft music was accompanied by a neutral voice devoid of emotion.
“It’s time to relax.”
“The sinners are invited to rest for 1 hour, then the research will continue.”
With a loud roar, the huge white door slowly opened, revealing three Babel Tower logistics staff who were originally Dark Sorcerer’s Apprentices, appearing with numb expressions.
When the doorway opened completely and movement ceased, they immediately ran out through the gate, then came to the endless green meadow.
“Damn!” The bald man yelled, then his expression returned to numbness.
Whether they ran out before the door fully opened or stayed too long after it opened completely, they would receive a “soul tremor” resulting in unconsciousness and incontinence.
The bald and short fat old man sat down in the meadow; they lay on the ground as if they had no expectations for the future.
The red-haired Sella stared into the distance and took a deep breath.
Seven hours of sleep, one and a half hours for meals, half an hour for hygiene needs, and one hour of rest… For the remaining fourteen hours, they must “work” and were required to cleanse their bodies twice weekly.
The so-called work didn’t involve any real research; in fact, almost everything in the facility was fully automated.
The sinners only had to do two things.
One was to put their hands in the special ring inside the facility and endure having their life-force continuously drained.
The other task was being used as test subjects to receive various semi-finished pharmaceuticals and then be observed for experimental results.
“So you’re a logistical researcher at Babel Tower… Oh, what kind of research do you do? Ah, being researched!”
They had been forced to inject various magical drugs and had endured for so long, yet they hadn’t died and had even become quite healthy.
Her endocrine disorder had also been cured.
But this life was extremely grueling; the two men were about to break down. Even the grumpy bald man had become very quiet.
Of course, there was also the important fact that harming others was strictly forbidden by Babel Tower; otherwise, they would have probably joined forces to torment Sella.
Sella leaned down slightly and suddenly began running to start this quest.
“The fifth exploration, in the direction of fifty degrees outside the main gate.”
She had to maintain enough physical strength to return to the white research building within the specified time; otherwise… Just contemplating the horrific consequences made her shudder.
Sella ran through the endless meadow for a long time. Her legs felt heavy as lead, but she never found anything useful.
Just like the first four attempts.
But she refused to give up easily like the two desperate and numb men.
Some things, once lost, were not easily regained.
Run, Sella!
She calculated her time and strength to keep running; everything before her remained unchanged, and despair gradually welled up in her heart.
It was the fifth attempt, and each time she explored, she couldn’t discover anything new beyond the meadow.
Not just other strangers and buildings, but even new animals and plants!
What was this place! Sella felt she was losing her mind!
Just as she was about to succumb to despair, her eyes suddenly brightened.
A low bush appeared ahead, bearing numerous fiery red fruits, with what appeared to be golden flurries floating around them.
“This is…”
Sella ran over excitedly, lying beside the bush and gazing upward; she instantly recognized these fruits, and her eyes widened!
They were golden fire dragon fruits, an extremely precious and expensive raw material for advanced magical pills. Why were there so many here?
Sella immediately plucked a fruit and bit into it; the juice and power flowed down her throat, instantly restoring all her strength, while a pleasure similar to having just smoked a cigarette filled her heart.
She closed her eyes, nearly shedding tears of joy.
“With this, I’ll be able to explore more of the area! This place is like an intricate world… The owner of Babel Tower is truly a god-like being.”
She took a deep breath and offered a prayer to the owner of Babel Tower as she contemplated the future.
Sella always felt that there wouldn’t be only three of them here forever, and that more sinners would surely join them. When there were more people, any resources discovered now would prove valuable.
She even entertained a wild speculation.
“Perhaps at some point, this place will develop into a new small society.”
There would always be someone playing a more upwardly mobile role in society, so why couldn’t it be her?
