Chapter 470
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Chapter 470: Settling In
Miracle Class – Number Thirteen.
She is an Omnic with a resemblance to Amy, and in that moment, her excitement was palpable.
“Wow, I can’t believe it! We can walk openly on the streets now and live side by side with humans and other races!”
“Yay!”
Today marked the arrival of tens of thousands of Omnics at the Giant Hive, having passed through the “door.”
Miracle-13 and her companions made their way through the streets, their eyes scanning the new surroundings.
The Omnics were all captivated by the new city, a sight they had never expected to see.
Since their creation, they had been confined to the mezzanine districts of the Ring City for months, growing weary of the routine.
Finally, the Omnics had the freedom to live openly, though they were now in a city called the Giant Hive, not in the Ring City.
Upon entering the city, the Omnics received a unified directive.
[Children, the Savior of the Babel Tower asks that you form groups of two hundred or three hundred to manage the electronic systems within the Giant Hive and oversee the existing network. Rejoice, for the Savior has chosen us to manage the city.]
[Do not fail me, children.]
Omnics were more than just humanoid robots—they were supercomputers with exceptional processing power.
By allocating just a portion of their capabilities, they could easily manage everything within the city, while Amy herself oversaw the operations.
Bai Yan trusted the Omnics to help run the Giant Hive without worry.
These Omnics were different from the rebellious figures often depicted in dystopian tales; they had been nurtured by Amy from the start and had no cause for hostility toward humans or any other species.
They had been raised with human-like personalities, not cold logic bent on destruction.
Though Bai Yan knew that conflicts inevitably arose between nations, races, and species, he was confident that with time, the Babel Tower would bring stability.
The Tower needed only a year or less to stabilize.
Once the divine-level members of Babel Tower arrived, the so-called “problems” would cease to exist.
With the command given, Number Thirteen and her companions immediately began their task.
They distributed their computing power to monitor every aspect of the Giant Hive with ease.
Number Thirteen walked through the streets, distracted by the surroundings but also linking her gaze to another street through the network.
This new city felt so different from the Ring City.
Above all, it promised freedom—freedom to live and thrive in a place where the Omnics could feel at home.
Her smile grew wider as she thought about it, reflecting how incredible the Savior of Babel Tower truly was.
At the same time, accompanying Amy to the Giant Hive were the Cyberbeasts, which were essentially digital creatures.
Amy had created these “data entities” in the Cyberworld, and their forms were as diverse as her imagination allowed.
While some were akin to familiar creatures, others were more peculiar, reflecting Amy’s unique tastes and inspirations.
Although the Cyberbeasts varied in intelligence, many had capabilities that surpassed humans.
Their numbers were smaller compared to the Omnics, making their management easier.
For now, Amy didn’t pay much attention to them.
“This is our new home…”
Chloe, one of Ganis’ closest companions, stepped out of the Babel Tower and into the unfamiliar city of Giant Hive.
Chloe, once marked by a gruesome injury to her right eye, now had both eyes healed and was as normal as any other person.
The miracle had taken place, and she now stood before this new world, ready to embrace it.
Not just Chloe, but also Steel Fist, Ganis, and his sister followed her out.
They were the first group of “sinners” to arrive at the Giant Hive.
Ganis looked up at the fake sky, breathing deeply.
“This will be our new home,” he said, a quiet smile spreading across his face.
“This city will be the home of the Persecuted.”
“We won’t wander anymore.”
Steel Fist looked around with wide eyes and asked,
“Ganis, are you sure these people won’t harm us? Will they really leave us alone?”
“Is this truly the place the Savior spoke of in the prophecy?”
Ganis paused, then answered,
“We’ll be safe here. But as for discrimination… That’s another matter. People carry prejudices within their hearts. These things don’t fade easily.”
He paused again, glancing around the city, and added,
“But don’t worry too much. The Savior has made sure we have our own spaces here. We won’t be forced to live among others in the city.”
Chloe gently touched her healed eye, her thoughts drifting.
She looked at her surroundings, her face showing signs of silent contemplation.
“Does this mean we’ll never truly belong with the people of Noah?” she wondered aloud.
Ganis hesitated, then responded with an understanding gaze.
After her eye was healed, Chloe had gained a more thoughtful, literary air, unlike before.
Ganis’ sister, though younger, suddenly piped up,
“Why don’t you two just get married already?”
The comment took everyone by surprise, and both Chloe and Steel Fist were momentarily stunned.
But Ganis remained unfazed.
With a wry smile, he let the younger sister continue her teasing.
“Did I say something wrong? If not Ganis, then Steel Fist, right?”
“Why do you always pick on me?” Steel Fist grumbled in response, ignoring the age gap.
The playful bickering continued, but Ganis simply watched, unbothered.
This was a small blessing granted by the Savior—freedom, joy, and community.
Next, the group headed for the abattoirs of the Kingdom of Dark Light to welcome even more persecuted people into the Giant Hive.
Ganis took a deep breath.
“My life belongs to the Savior, but also to the persecuted. Perhaps my future will never know the warmth of family,” he thought quietly to himself.
Chloe, hearing his words, was momentarily thrown off, but she pushed the discomfort aside, putting on a brave smile.
“I think the same way,” she said, though there was a hint of sadness in her voice.
In Nest number thirty-seven,
a young girl named Nian was enjoying a hearty meal—her hands covered in sauce as she devoured burger after burger.
Despite her messy eating habits, there was something oddly charming about her, drawing the attention of those around her.
Nian polished off five burgers, two large pieces of fried chicken, three servings of fries, three cups of soda, and finally finished with seven ice creams.
The onlookers gawked at her astonishing appetite, some wondering how she could eat so much.
But in the world of the Night Union, such extraordinary feats were not uncommon, and those who witnessed it were curious, not shocked.
Nian, though full, listened quietly as nearby conversations unfolded.
“Have you heard? They say we’re supposed to get some kind of brand on our hands at the square. No one knows why, but it seems like something important.”
“Maybe it’s what binds us to the Babel Tower. Once the Savior decides, we could all be wiped out in an instant.”
One of the others whispered,
“Shh! Keep quiet! It’s dangerous to talk like that.”
But Nian listened intently, knowing that the moment the Psychic Dancer arrived, everyone would be under her control.
The mighty Babel Tower had begun weaving its web, and there was no escape.
Nian glanced at the brand on her chest, noting the similarity between it and those that marked the others around her.
But something was different.
A shiver ran down her spine as she realized the Tower’s influence was growing stronger by the day.
No one could escape its grasp, and those who entered were now bound by its will.
It was a future without freedom, without choice, but one that had already been set in motion.