Chapter 494
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Chapter 494: The Burglary
The Kingdom of Dark Light
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The maid of the ‘princess’ stood just outside Evie’s door. Her furrowed brows betrayed her worry and concern.
This devoted servant and protector, a crown-level entity herself, had always been by Evie’s side. Naturally, she was privy to every little change in her mistress’s demeanor. Lately, something was amiss—Evie wasn’t herself.
For days, she had developed peculiar habits. At random hours, she would rush to brush her teeth with a fervor that seemed almost manic, scrubbing her tongue until it bled. These sessions lasted for nearly an hour. Such behavior was far from normal.
By evening, Evie’s face would flush deep red, her body radiating heat as though feverish. Sweat would drench her brow, yet she stubbornly refused any medical intervention.
Every time the maid dared suggest she see a healer, Evie’s response was a volatile mix of irritation and anger.
“Miss Evie is truly unwell… If this worsens, how can I face the great incarnation of the gods?” The maid sighed heavily. Serving a kind-hearted yet temperamental “princess” was no easy task.
Inside the room, Evie sat cross-legged on her bed, holding a book. Yet her eyes were unfocused, her thoughts clearly elsewhere.
“Rats!” she suddenly exclaimed.
Her mind lingered on recent events. After returning from that cursed world, she had learned something that left her fuming. That dreadful person—Kaluoer—had confessed to being involved with multiple women!
“Unbelievable!” she muttered, her fists clenching.
But what infuriated her even more was Kaluoer’s calm, detached revelation that he intended to rob a house.
Her head spun as she recalled his nonchalant demeanor. “Is this some kind of joke?” she spat, shaking her head. “Kaluoer, could you try, just for once, to not make yourself seem so insufferable?”
It was nearly lunchtime when Evie finally stepped out of her bedroom.
The temple’s private restaurant awaited her, but her grumbling continued as she walked.
“Miss Evie.”
Her maid trailed behind her, waving lightly. Along the corridor, servants and fully armed guards saluted her respectfully.
The Temple of Dark Light was not merely a place of worship. With its sprawling complex rivaling the grandeur of ancient palaces, it stood as the heart of the Kingdom of Dark Light.
It took Evie half an hour to walk from her chambers to the dining area—a tedious journey she disliked but could not avoid.
Breaking the silence, the maid cautiously asked, “Miss Evie, are you certain you don’t need a healer? I know someone—highly skilled—who could help.”
“Be quiet!” Evie snapped, her voice sharp and impatient.
The maid hesitated but eventually fell silent. At least she hasn’t completely lost her mind… she thought, resigning herself to silent observation.
Suddenly, Evie froze mid-step.
“I…” she murmured, her eyes blank and unfocused. Her body trembled as though gripped by an invisible force.
A long-buried spiritual trigger deep within her soul had been activated.
“I must meet the incarnation of God,” she said in a dull, detached voice.
Before the maid could respond, Evie turned sharply and walked away, no longer heading to the dining hall but toward the prayer chamber.
The maid stood frozen in shock. Entering the chamber of the incarnation without summons was unthinkable, yet she dared not intervene.
Evie’s eyes were devoid of emotion, as though another will controlled her.
Half an hour later, Evie arrived at the chamber’s grand entrance, where the guardians of the incarnation stood solemnly. They did not stop her.
Inside, an aged voice, weary yet commanding, echoed through the chamber.
“So, why have you brought her here?”
“For Noah,” Evie replied, her tone monotone.
The voice paused briefly before continuing, “Then leave. My purpose is to safeguard the Savior of Dark Light—not Noah or its people. Should this world defy the will of Dark Light, I will not hesitate to see it destroyed.”
Meanwhile, Bai Yan observed
everything from his study in
Tulip Manor, far removed from
the chaos.
“It has begun,” he remarked
quietly.
From his perch on the sofa, his
gaze shifted toward the
direction of the first city
district. The spiritual
suggestion placed within Evie’s
soul had been triggered as
anticipated.
Next to him, Kaluoer glanced
up.
“What happened?”
“The expected,” Bai Yan replied
calmly. “But even expected
events demand vigilance. This
approaching crisis—whether it
heralds doomsday or merely
another trial—will not catch
Babel Tower unprepared.”
His hand rested on Kaluoer’s
hair, stroking it gently.
“The Savior of Babel Tower will
ensure everyone’s safety,” he
said, his voice soft yet
resolute.
Returning to Babel Tower, Bai
Yan ascended to the heavenly
temple, the sun casting its
golden light across a grand
marble throne.
Here, seated upon the throne,
he reflected on past
calamities. The first Doomsday
Crisis had left Babel Tower
battered, its survivors clinging
to life by the slimmest thread.
Such tragedy would not be
repeated. Bai Yan had resolved
to fortify Babel Tower at all
costs, even if it meant seizing
the Giant Hive and relocating
its people to ensure survival.
“Every decision I’ve made has
led to this moment,” he
murmured. “And this time,
Babel Tower will not fall.”
In the land of Night Union, the
colossal Giant Hive stood as a
fortress of unparalleled
strength. Its impregnable
defenses, reinforced by Babel
Tower, loomed as a testament
to survival against the odds.
Yet high above, within the
swirling black mist, a colossal
arm reached down from the
heavens. Adorned with eerie,
rotating eyes, it exuded an
aura of dread and chaos.
Nullify, the hundred-armed
giant, loomed over the hive—a
being close to godhood. His
projection struck the hive with
devastating force, shaking the
city to its core.
But the Giant Hive endured.
Nullify frowned. “Its defenses
surpass expectations.”
From beside him, Xia’s voice
broke the silence. “Don’t worry
. My preparations are nearly
complete.”
Holding a Ruin-level Relic
glowing faintly in his hands,
Xia’s expression remained
unreadable.
“Our true battlefield,” he said
softly, “exists both here and
elsewhere. Let the game
begin.”
