Chapter 504

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Chapter 504: The Truth of the Babel Tower

“Hmm?”

Bai Yan’s heart was filled with immense astonishment. This place was nothing but fragments of memories—everything here should have been a false illusion.

So why could he see himself?

Even more shocking, the ancient Connector was actually speaking to him!

“At the moment of my fall, I had already become a deity… My impact on the World cannot be erased. Even if life fades away and souls are no more, my traces still remain,” the Connector said.

“Even within the fragments of memories, a part of me will still exist.”

This revelation confirmed an important piece of information for Bai Yan: the Connector had indeed fallen.

The gods were supposed to be immortal.

And yet, even though the Connector had died, he had left traces—traces that were insignificant now and incapable of influencing anything further.

The Connector gazed at Bai Yan for a moment before speaking again. “You shouldn’t be here. Come back, please!”

Suddenly, thick black mist surged around him, engulfing everything.

Bai Yan, who thought he had braced himself for any shock, froze in place. He was overwhelmed by a powerful sense of danger, a visceral fear that everything he had—his very existence—might be stripped away.

Before he could fully comprehend the situation, the world around him began to quake and tremble violently.

A silver light pierced through the chaos, holding back the encroaching black mist. The entire world was crumbling, collapsing into itself. The Connector fixed his deep gaze on Bai Yan, yet he remained silent.

Then, with a sudden jolt, Bai Yan found himself outside the fragment of memories.

Disoriented and dazed, he blinked and realized he was now inside another memory fragment.

“I have a plan,” came a voice.

Bai Yan saw it again—that person who seemed like a dark hole.

The figure stood before a towering silver skyscraper that seemed to pierce the sky itself.

If this being existed alone, its presence would have been overwhelming. But in the shadow of the silver skyscraper, even this dark entity seemed small and insignificant.

And He was no exception.

At that moment, Bai Yan noticed the Connector sitting behind the dark figure. He was seated on an old chair, seemingly engaged in a conversation with the figure that resembled a black hole.

The Connector bore the same appearance as Bai Yan, yet his lifeless eyes and emotionless demeanor set him apart.

Suddenly, Bai Yan understood.

The dark, hollow figure…

It was “Game, the God of Games.”

A hollow, otherworldly voice echoed through the air.

“I became the most powerful being beneath the Outer Gods, gaining new strength through repeated games.”

“And through every time you placed shackles on the super beings and bestowed the so-called connection, you became the most powerful existence under the gods,” the dark figure said.

The Connector nodded slightly.

“Connector, I hope you can become a god,” said the dark figure.

“With your help, I will become the new Outer God.”

The dark figure’s voice was hollow, as though it had traveled through eternity. It carried an unfathomable force that deeply affected anyone who heard it. Ordinary humans would have found the sound physically unbearable.

The Connector responded with a nod.

“Yes. As long as we carry out that plan, the path created by the Master of Ceremony and the Origin will unfold before us.”

The mention of these two names—Master of Ceremony and the Origin—sent a shock through Bai Yan. A shiver ran down his spine as if two terrifying beings were watching him.

They were both Outer Gods.

Among the twenty-seven Outer Gods, they belonged to the category of “Pillars”—greater beings, even more powerful than typical Outer Gods.

Once, the Origin had been the creator, the giver of life, the beacon of hope—the beginning of all things.

Legends spoke of an Outer God that manifested as a massive being made entirely of light. In the ancient civilizations of advanced societies, people believed they had been created by this mighty Origin. For most of their history, they revered this magnificent beginning.

As for the Master of Ceremony, his powers encompassed rituals, prayers, reversals, and transformations.

Every ceremony in the World originated from the Master of Ceremony. He was also the source of the power of faith, connecting believers and their prayers to the divine.

In mysticism, both the Origin and the Master of Ceremony were rarely mentioned, their true natures shrouded in secrecy.

But their significance could not be denied. They were undeniably great, terrifying beings.

Bai Yan couldn’t help but feel that the situation was spiraling out of control. The Connector and the God of Games seemed to be discussing a plan—one that could very well be the game known as “Babel Tower!”

In other words, was the origin of Babel Tower tied to two immensely powerful Outer Gods?

What did they truly intend to achieve?

Were they using their own hands to destroy the world?

Or, were they trying to save it?

Why did Babel Tower end up in Bai Yan’s possession, rather than in the hands of the Connector or the God of Games, as originally planned?

Who was he in his previous life—was he the Connector or merely a pawn in the game orchestrated by the God of Games?

Bai Yan was confused, haunted by the words the Connector had spoken to him:

“You shouldn’t be here.”

So, who should be the one to appear here?

A fragment of the truth raised even more questions. Bai Yan felt overwhelmed, his head spinning as he grappled with countless uncertainties. A critical piece of information was missing, and without it, many things remained incomprehensible.

But in the fragments of memories that followed, he uncovered more insights.

The God of Games and the Connector were still communicating and deliberating:

“None of us are worthy of becoming Outer Gods,” one of them remarked.

“In truth, the Outer Gods are magnificent beings who existed before the birth of the multiverse.”

“To this day, there has never been an example of an Outer God emerging after the heavens were formed.”

The Connector shook his head.

“Nothing is absolute. As long as I can reach the realm of the gods, I will unite every version of myself from across all worlds.”

“In doing so, I will become unique.”

“Right now, I can communicate with the different ‘me’s, but to forcibly merge all versions of ‘me’ into one, I must ascend to godhood.”

Uniqueness.

It was a crucial and mysterious trait.

In the vast multiverse, only the Outer Gods possessed this trait.

All other beings, including deities, existed in countless parallel versions. For example, even the common grim reaper had numerous incarnations scattered across the multiverse.

But the Outer Gods had transcended fate. They were the ones who controlled it. They were singular, unparalleled entities within the endless expanse of existence.

The Connector continued, “Once we achieve ‘uniqueness,’ we’ll have a chance to glimpse the realm of the Outer Gods through this plan.”

The God of Games extended a black, radiant arm, from which a silvery glow emerged within a void of darkness.

“The ceremony is a game, and the game is a ceremony,” he said.

“We’ll embark on a grand game unlike anything before. The fate of everything will hang in the balance. It will be the ultimate ritual—the game of perfection.”

“Then, you and I will finally be free.”

Bai Yan grew increasingly terrified as he pieced together the information.

The Connector and the God of Games and Gambles shared a single goal: to become Outer Gods. However, as mere “beings,” neither of them could achieve this feat on their own.

Thus, they sought cooperation. The God of Games, a deity notorious for plundering the powers of others, was infamous across the multiverse, earning the title of “calamity.” His strength made him the most formidable deity under the Outer Gods.

The Connector, on the other hand, aimed to ascend to godhood by forcibly merging every version of himself across all worlds, thereby obtaining the “uniqueness” that only the Outer Gods possessed.

Together, they planned to enact the “ultimate ritual,” a perfect game that would grant them the chance to ascend as new Outer Gods.

“This ultimate game ceremony must be the origin of Babel Tower. But where did Babel Tower itself come from?”

Bai Yan looked up at the towering silver Babel Tower, stretching endlessly into the sky. He could feel that it was the very same Babel Tower now in his possession.

“Could they not create the Babel Tower on their own? Was the creator of the Babel Tower the Master of Ceremony or one of the origins? Or did they collaborate to create it?”

Bai Yan had no knowledge of the Master of Ceremony or the origins, leaving him unable to determine their roles in the emergence of Babel Tower.

Still, one thing was clear: they were the masterminds behind the Babel Tower game.

Bai Yan now understood part of the truth about Babel Tower. At the very least, he had uncovered its origin and the goals of the Connector and the God of Games.

But the reasons why the origins and the Master of Ceremony created Babel Tower remained an enigma.

Amid all of this, one enormous question loomed in Bai Yan’s mind, leaving him deeply perplexed:

What was his connection to all of this?

In the fragments of memories he had uncovered, there was no indication that he had any role in their plans. Even though the Connector looked identical to him, Bai Yan was certain they were not the same person.

Once again, Bai Yan voiced the question that weighed heavily on his heart:

“Who am I?”