Chapter 501

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Chapter 501: Borrowing From You

The terrifying force seemed to trap Alan like a fish in a muddy swamp, rendering his struggles futile. The swamp had lost its “water,” leaving the fish to suffocate.

Unless a refreshing rain fell from the sky, the fish in the swamp was doomed.

At that moment, Alan’s strength felt utterly insignificant.

“Once again, the cycle continues, just like before,” Bai Yan muttered, unfazed by the current situation.

He had been here before, after all.

Not only had he ventured into this place, but he had also teamed up with Alan to defeat the Son of God, Amicio—not just once, but on multiple occasions.

Amicio was a man who lived without restraint, indulging his whims as he pleased. Beyond his own considerable strength, his divine mother served as an unwavering shield.

However, Bai Yan understood that even without this immense backing, Amicio would still live as a “clown,” a man seeking amusement in all things.

The true jester is always fearless, undeterred by life or death.

A silver-gray string, resembling a fragment of the Milky Way, descended from the heavens. It rescued the souls consumed by the Fire that Burns Everything, peeling away the parts beyond saving and preserving what remained.

Bai Yan hesitated briefly but ultimately stayed his hand.

Meanwhile, Alan continued to manipulate the black flames of the Fire that Burns Everything, intent on delivering a final strike.

“Don’t go!”

But no matter how fiercely the flames roared, they couldn’t catch up to the massive string.

Suddenly, another silver-gray string descended.

In that instant, Alan and Bai Yan felt as though the entire world had turned into a silver-gray void. Nothing else seemed to exist.

Bai Yan remained calm, confident that no real harm would come.

Inside Alan’s heart, however, a storm of discontent raged.

He felt as though he were about to be crushed under the weight of the string, his body and soul obliterated entirely.

Was the difference really so vast?

The Strings Master of Fate was said to be the most inconspicuous among the ‘Rainbow’—perhaps even the weakest.

Yet, the insurmountable gap between gods and mortals filled Alan with helplessness and despair.

Mortals with firearms might stand a chance against weak supernaturals, but how could supernaturals ever hope to overcome immortal gods?

Alan had been growing stronger with every challenge, but his opponents only seemed to grow stronger as well. In a way, it was an unfortunate twist of fate.

The second silver-gray string ultimately did not strike.

Perhaps the Strings Master of Fate didn’t want to be entangled in more karma, or perhaps she was reluctant to further antagonize Babel Tower’s Savior.

The strings vanished without a trace.

Even then, Bai Yan felt something was amiss.

The Strings Master of Fate followed the path of an observer, adopting a go-with-the-flow attitude. Yet, she went to extraordinary lengths to help others, even at personal cost. Was it truly out of familial love?

Bai Yan knew the Strings Master had experienced countless incarnations, both human and non-human, throughout history. Her descendants were innumerable, scattered across various species and eras.

Among all those descendants, only one stood out in people’s memories: Amicio.

That man was undeniably unique. To the Strings Master, he held an irreplaceable significance.

Alan, his expression dark with frustration, turned to Bai Yan and said, “Sorry, I couldn’t help you kill him.”

Bai Yan shook his head. He had been through enough to quickly adapt to setbacks.

“It’s okay… I have a strong feeling that one day I will kill him,” Bai Yan replied with a smile.

“At least this time, we avenged Lin Bian.”

Alan paused briefly, then picked up the dark flesh-cutting knife.

“In truth, the Reanimation Spell can’t fully swap an enemy’s position. If they resist, the spell becomes nearly impossible to cast,” he said.

“Just now, she didn’t resist.”

With those words, the dark flesh-cutting knife began to shatter, bit by bit, turning into ashes. And so, a once entirely wicked and cruel person finally met their end.

Bai Yan knew in his heart that if it weren’t for her sudden betrayal, Amicio wouldn’t have been defeated so easily.

Her betrayal, however, made perfect sense.

“Perhaps justice doesn’t always triumph over evil, but wrongdoers will inevitably face some form of retribution,” Bai Yan said.

Alan, still nursing his grievances, couldn’t help but complain:

“Bai Yan, oh Bai Yan, why do you always have to hide yourself? Why do you pretend to be a profligate? I have so many questions, and I really want answers.”

Taking a deep breath, he roared, “Damn it! So you’re telling me that every time I was furiously ranting on the Babel Tower forum, you were secretly laughing?!”

Bai Yan instinctively rubbed the back of his hand, looking a bit sheepish.

“Disguising myself as a profligate makes it easier to act. If I stayed in the Demon Hunt Agency all the time, I’d attract too much attention… I hope you understand, Alan. Actually, I’ve seen your struggles, and I’ve been deeply moved by them—truly!”

Bai Yan sighed, recalling the unpleasant days when he was hunted by the witch. Back then, she had been terrifyingly powerful. If she had come after him directly, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Alan fell silent for a moment before speaking again.

“I understand you can’t explain everything, but I’m still angry. Maybe it’ll help if I throw a few punches to vent.”

Anger was a perfectly natural reaction because, deep down, Alan knew that Bai Yan didn’t fully trust him. This was why Bai Yan kept so many things hidden.

Although it was understandable, it still left an uncomfortable feeling.

“Alright,” Bai Yan said without hesitation, nodding in agreement.

“Really?”

“Really.”

Alan smiled. Despite his blindness, he could still sense Bai Yan’s presence. Swinging his fist toward Bai Yan, who was not far away, Alan tried to land a hit, but Bai Yan silently dodged.

“Bai Yan, why are you avoiding me? Didn’t we agree you’d let me hit you?”

“Oh, just kidding,” Bai Yan replied with a smirk.

Alan didn’t miss a beat and immediately kicked at Bai Yan again.

This time, Bai Yan didn’t dodge.

Alan froze for a moment.

The two of them stood in silence for a while.

“On the left, someone’s coming,” Bai Yan said calmly, pointing in that direction.

***

In a dimension made entirely of blood, the Head of Dark Night, the Book of Dark Light, the Tower, and Power were locked in a fierce battle.

The Head of Dark Night and Shi Nianyu, both middle-ranked Apocalypses, were evenly matched. Each time Shi Nianyu attempted to transfer the old man to her tower, the Head of Dark Night countered her with the Dark Light he wielded. For now, the battle had settled into a grueling stalemate.

Meanwhile, Power, a higher-ranked Crown, faced off against the Book of Dark Light, a middle-ranked Crown. Despite his higher rank, Power was being cleverly suppressed.

The Book of Dark Light had a strong restraining effect on Power due to its innate compatibility. Manifesting as a black book, it could transform into various fantastical creations, influencing both the physical and mental realms. Power, being relatively vulnerable to mental tactics, repeatedly fell victim to its cunning strategies.

Yet, despite its advantage, the Book of Dark Light couldn’t land a killing blow. Power, embodied as a white-furred lion, possessed terrifying vitality. Even when his arms were shattered or a gaping hole was torn in his abdomen, his body would heal almost instantly.

The lion’s strength was overwhelming—pure brute force that transcended its own realm. Each of its strikes could shake the earth. Its battle-hardened instincts allowed it to gradually adapt to the Book of Dark Light’s extraordinary abilities.

Although suppressed, Power needed only one decisive hit to completely turn the tide.

***

The Head of Dark Night was the oldest and most ancient saint to have ever lived.

Long ago, when the seemingly invincible Incarnation of Dark Light was still just a child, the Head of Dark Night ruled as the leader of the “Euro League” and the “Kingdom of Dark Light.”

Even now, he could recall the first time he met that man. At the time, the boy was just a child from a poor family. The Head of Dark Night, seated high as the leader of all saints, had asked a question in his usual manner.

“Why do you want to join the church?”

“Because I’m hungry,” the boy replied.

The Head of Dark Night furrowed his brow, intrigued, and asked, “Eat dinner?”

The boy continued.

“In the Dark Light Church, people eat well. They not only feed themselves but also ensure the people around them have enough to eat. They even share food with strangers. I think a church that cares so much about meals is amazing. That’s why I want to join the church.”

From that moment on, the Head of Dark Night harbored a deep dislike for him.

It wasn’t because the man broke any rules or commandments of the church—he adhered to them impeccably in his daily life. Nor was it because he lacked the outward appearance of devoutness, for he often spoke of his faith. The reason lay deeper: he had never truly felt the presence of the divine within his soul.

The people of the world believed that the Incarnation of Dark Light, this Divine Executor, was the most devout disciple of all. But the Head of Dark Night knew otherwise.

He had looked down on the man from the very beginning.

Just as the Head of Dark Night was preparing to cast him out of the church, a divine revelation descended upon him.

Dark Light had chosen this child to be the new saint.

And so, the Head of Dark Night could not refuse to let the child remain within the church.

When the Incarnation of Dark Light eventually gained immense power, he withdrew from the public eye and stepped into the shadows, abandoning all interest in mundane matters. To him, the thoughts and will of the divine were far more significant—even if the god had fallen.

This was the path they had always followed with unwavering faith.

“You dare go against the will of the god,” the aged Head of Dark Night spoke slowly, his voice heavy with foreboding.

“The ultimate fate of those who defy is always the same: death.”

In an instant, the once-composed and aged Head of Dark Night unleashed a power so fierce that even the “High Tower,” “Power,” and the Book of Dark Light quivered under its terrifying force.

“Is this… a sudden breakthrough? I’ve only ever read about such things in stories,” Shi Nianyu said with a forced smile. She had never expected such an ancient immortal to ascend to an upper-ranked Apocalypse so abruptly.

But upon reflection, it made sense.

He had already been a formidable Apocalypse a thousand years ago. With centuries of accumulated knowledge and experience, it was only natural that the right moment would allow him to break through.

The speed at which the creatures of the Babel Tower grew in strength was astonishing.

Before the Incarnation of Dark Light emerged, this old man had been indisputably the strongest saint.

“Stop, please.”

At that moment, a young man with piercing eyes appeared, standing with his hands clasped behind his back.

His mere presence caused the Book of Dark Light to tremble uncontrollably. Even the Head of Dark Night, brimming with power and momentum just moments ago, was taken aback. Meanwhile, White Lion and Shi Nianyu were overjoyed.

“Summer!”

Shi Nianyu rushed forward in delight, but her expression shifted abruptly only seconds later.

“No… you’re not him. Who are you?”

The man’s face gradually changed, transforming into the appearance of a “profligate.” Bai Yan stood there, hands behind his back, smiling faintly.

“Miss Shi, my apologies,” he said. “But I need to borrow you for a moment.”