Chapter 50

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Chapter 50: I, the Hunting Dog of the Babel Tower

Mu Ling calmly gazed at the ceiling, yet somehow couldn’t fall asleep.

Whether it was from her first kill or her injury, she felt no anxiety or unease.

All along, there had been a special motivation that kept pushing her forward.

However, Mu Ling was unable to fall asleep tonight.

Huo Xin had not returned yet…

Many times she would wonder, what did Huo Xin really mean to her?

Steward? Certainly more than that, perhaps even more than a relative.

Actually, he was already the only one left…

There was no one else to protect anymore.

[Nightsaber, rescue Huo Xin from the Black Star Faction.]

A familiar voice arose in Mu Ling’s mind. Her body stiffened.

What?

——

What do people live for? Huo Xin didn’t know.

When he was born more than a hundred years ago as a werewolf, he became a lifelong boarding slave. He had to serve the elves in the mansion every day and sleep in a small, dusty attic at night.

As a pure werewolf, Huo Xin’s nose was remarkably sensitive. Growing up in a dusty environment, he was plagued by allergies and often fell ill.

However, in the Euro League, no one would care about a slave.

The great Sacred King had already established the hierarchical order and designated the proper place for all races. Everything must operate according to the order set forth by the Sacred King, otherwise society would crumble into chaos and ruin.

This was an idea that everyone, even the kindest person, agreed with.

Werewolves were the third-to-last race, unable to attend school or possess private property. They were condemned to live solely as slaves to the higher-ranking races.

Huo Xin had been a boarding slave since he was young, never having seen his own parents, but he never felt his life was miserable. Instead, he felt that the elf masters treated him rather well… It was said that the elves next door often beat and scolded their slaves, and never gave them meat to eat, which was really terrible.

The only issue was that the dusty attic proved to be quite tormenting for the werewolf.

Huo Xin had been living in that mansion and had never been out of the street, but he felt very happy.

One day, he stumbled upon a bloodstained booklet.

The nightmare began.

The booklet portrayed a vivid and fantastical world. Actually, the world was Noah.

In addition to the Euro League, there were two other civilizations in the world: The Air Alliance and the Night World, separated by the Sea of Fantasy.

It turned out that slavery only existed in the Euro League, and people in many other places had almost equal lives.

And the Sacred King was just one among the many constituting the “Rainbow,” not the only deity.

He read the booklet curiously, and then felt uncomfortable, so uncomfortable.

At that time, Huo Xin didn’t comprehend the origin of such feelings and instinctively avoided them, hastening to burn the booklet to ash.

He didn’t know why, but as he looked at the pile of burning ashes, his heart also began to flutter.

Later, he became restless, unable to eat or sleep well.

A happy life had been far away from Huo Xin since then.

‘I wish that I hadn’t known that.’

Finally one day, Huo Xin found a chance to escape and joined a smuggling fleet with strangers. With fear in his heart, he traveled through the Sea of Fantasy.

He was obviously very scared, but he didn’t want to turn back at all.

The days spent at sea were something Huo Xin would never want to recall for the rest of his lifetime.

Everybody else on the ship had died, and only he was incredibly fortunate to survive without being torn apart and devoured by the fantastical creatures born from the imagination of sentient beings.

Upon arriving at the territory of the Air Alliance, Huo Xin was immediately pursued by agents of the Demon Hunt Agency. After hiding for weeks, he was almost caught by them several times.

Occasionally, Huo Xin would hide in the sewer and ask himself with bewilderment whether all of this was truly worthwhile.

That day, Huo Xin was begging for food, driven by hunger, when he met a man dressed in black with dark magenta eyes in an alley. That man appeared very elegant and composed, as if he knew everything in the world.

“Well, I smell a stray dog.”

Although the man was overwhelming, Huo Xin stood his ground and revealed his sharp teeth, pushing his starvation aside with his utmost effort.

He felt like he might die.

After leaving “home,” every day was full of worries. But did he regret?

The man in black, with dark magenta eyes, laughed, took off his black hat, and nodded saying, “Please forgive my rudeness. I now see that you are actually a proud wolf, not a stray dog.”

“Would you perhaps come and be my partner?”

Partner…

From that day on, Huo Xin changed.

That man, who gave his life and soul in every single battle to expel the invincible existences threatening human beings, perished less than a year later.

But during his lifetime, he always smiled and never revealed any pain or sadness.

Huo Xin watched his descendants grow up, until that day…

He also looked after the little girl named Mu Ling since she had been born, experiencing joy and pain, persevering and making it to today with a strong will. And now, she had become a proud hunter.

Huo Xin understood that that was the reason for which he lived!

“All that I had lived for until now was taken away by you! Except for her, my heart is filled with nothing but hatred. I’ll let you taste the same bitterness. An eye for an eye!”

The towering werewolf howled under the moon with a desire to vent all that he had lost upon the black-clothed men.

Number Three remained indifferent, slowly parting her lips that were resting on her palm.

“Here they are.”

Huo Xin was slightly taken aback, and suddenly he saw two figures appear at the other end of the street, one of whom was oh so familiar to him.

“Face your sins!”

“Time for a true display of skill!”

The men in black also spotted the two women wearing white animal masks. Undoubtedly, the two women were the Babel Tower members they had been desperately searching for!

Mu Ling looked nervously at the surrounded Huo Xin, eager to rush over and save him, but she was unable to control her body.

But she knew that Huo Xin would definitely be fine, because she believed in that person.

Looking at this scene, Maryse was a little puzzled, only aware that this was a joint operation between her and Nightsaber.

In that case, perhaps there might be an opportunity to request her help with certain matters.

That was good.

“Stop them,” The mouth in No. 3’s palm opened again. Six black-clad figures immediately moved towards them at an extremely fast speed.

Mu Ling put on the pitch-black eye mask that was as dark as the night sky. Her body turned into several, transforming into shadows and running away from the side of the black-clothed men.

“Ah, a Civilization-level Relic?” The mouth in No. 3’s palm expressed a hint of surprise.

Mu Ling rushed towards Huo Xin, while Maryse also started running and exerted Psychic Domination.

Huo Xin and Number Eight got into a fight.

Number Three gazed at Nightsaber, ready to unleash her ability.

In just a moment, she could burst forth from the shadow of Nightsaber, and no one could guard against their own shadow without prior knowledge!

Number Three was well aware that no outsiders in Noah knew her abilities. After all, she had just come to this world not long ago.

However, Nightsaber suddenly stopped and precisely halted just outside the scope of Number Three!

What was going on? Number Three showed an expression of perplexity, unsure if this was mere coincidence.

“Why did I stop?” Nightsaber also didn’t know the reason for the sudden stop, but could only trust the judgment of “the Savior.”

When she looked at Huo Xin again, his mouth suddenly opened.

“We meet again, remnant of the hunter family. Do you still want to avenge your family? Or just attempt to escape your fears?”

‘Is it him?’ She would remember that voice even if a century had passed. Mu Ling heard the same voice from that day. Without doubt, the owner of the voice was the mastermind behind her family’s destruction.

Mu Ling maintained an expressionless face, but numerous past scenes flickered through her mind. Those… fallen hunters.

And… her broken parents.

Mu Ling’s heart began to race, and her vision gradually blurred. An unprecedented wave of immense fear engulfed her.

‘I can barely breathe. Please help me.’

At that moment, Mu Ling prayed and felt the missing piece within her soul that she had longed for.

That is… weakness.

Long ago, she had thought she was no longer truly afraid, but it turned out that fear had been there all along.

It wasn’t fear of death, but rather the unwillingness to endure another loss.

The Black Star Faction had taken almost everything from her, and her only remaining relative was in danger. Mu Ling drew a deep breath. This fear had been trying to overwhelm her all along.

It was precisely because of this enormous fear that she chose to bear it.

“I want to…” Mu Ling hadn’t even noticed that she had unconsciously opened her mouth.

“I want… to save myself.”

There is irrationality in the world. People fight not from fear, but to gain eyes that can gaze upon it and resist the world.

Four more black-clad figures approached, wielding weapons and casting spells as they struck Mu Ling mercilessly.

Her skin was torn, and fresh blood flowed down her body. Mu Ling regained her senses from the pain and swung her long sword backward, killing one of the black-clothed individuals.

Mu Ling’s self-healing began immediately, powered by the Blood of Darkness.

Maryse was also running desperately, miraculously dodging the black-clothed figures before her. She was exhausted to the point of gasping for breath.

Psychic Domination!

Maryse’s eyes turned silver-white, and the two black-clothed men blocking Mu Ling’s path soon lost themselves.

Sacred Rune Athena.

The lines on Maryse’s back emitted a golden radiance, and the last cloaked figure no longer blocked Mu Ling.

“What is this power?” The voice in Number Three’s palm suddenly became extremely puzzled and shocked, as if her worldview had suffered a tremendous blow.

The unknown power! She had never seen it in Noah for hundreds of years. It was very similar to the Secret Rune, but not quite the same thing!

Her voice turned incredibly cold.

“It’s more like the power of the ancient gods… and you, you are their lapdogs!”

Just as Number Three was talking to herself, Mu Ling had already reached her position.

She swung the black sword in her hand without emotion.

‘Too slow,’ Number Three gazed at the blade calmly, thinking.

“Deep Blue World.”

The sword strike not only ended her opponent’s life but also Mu Ling’s long-standing fear.

Number Three suddenly realized her gaze was drifting upward and her body had been thrown without her notice.

‘I got hit?’ She crashed heavily to the ground in confusion and was shocked to find her chest had been torn open by a terrible gaping hole, with the black shadow inside howling in agony.

The hunter’s blood had inflicted actual harm upon Number Three.

“How is that possible? The power of the King of Deep Blue, who are you…”

The normally composed Mr. Mystery simply couldn’t withstand today’s impact.

“What you face is nothing but the hunting dog of the Babel Tower.”

Mu Ling calmly watched the fallen humanoid monster, maintaining complete vigilance.

‘Thank you, Savior.’

She could feel that when she swung the sword, she was not under anyone’s control.

It was herself.

“DHA is coming, we must retreat.” Number Three calmly issued the evacuation order.

One by one, the black-clothed people attempted to leave, but black mist floated around them, consuming all the frightened black-clothed men.

Number Eight, now over six meters tall, calmly sprinted forward, effortlessly knocking aside the small werewolf, and fled the street in a rampage that the black mist couldn’t stop.

Number Three struggled to rise but suddenly saw her surroundings shrouded in thick black mist!

It was an unknown, unimaginable force that bore not the slightest malice toward her.

She merely felt shivers down her spine.

The voice sounded again.

“Don’t be afraid. He loved us.”

“He loved us.”

The white light appeared again in the sky, descending straight down as if to claim the already miserable Number Three, just like the last time.

But it only passed through the black mist, without affecting her within the dark fog.

Number Three displayed an expression of absolute astonishment.

“This is utterly impossible!” She suddenly roared like a madwoman, as if watching her revered boxing champion being mauled by a wildcat. Then, Number Three vanished into the black fog.

“Yes, it’s over!”

Maryse breathed a sigh of relief, nearly jumping in place. She turned around to speak to Mu Ling, but just as she approached, she was engulfed by black mist and vanished into the air.

“Hey, wait! I…”

The evening streets became tranquil in an instant.

The tall and imposing werewolf lowered his head, gazing at the little girl he had watched grow up.

She also lifted her head and smiled.

“I knew you would come, Miss.”

Mu Ling smiled as she reached out to stroke Huo Xin’s furry chin, saying, “Well, I also knew that I would be able to save you.”

“Why?”

“Just as you believe in me, I also have faith in another person.”

‘Every time, Savior brings a perfect ending.’ Mu Ling silently thought to herself.

She hesitated for a moment, suddenly realizing she had omitted a sentence.

The DHA had appeared, and the surrounding black mist gradually surged around them. Mu Ling’s smile remained unchanged, and she spoke with unprecedented peace and relaxation.

“Mission completed.”