Chapter 505
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Chapter 505: My Journey Towards Becoming the Savior
Who am I really?
What is my role in the “Babel Tower” project?
Why do I share the same appearance as the Connector?
How did I come to inherit the immense powers of both the Connector and the God of Games?
As Bai Yan pieced together the information, a vague theory began to form in his mind.
Could it be that he was both the Connector and the God of Games, a blend of the two?
“For now, there seems to be no other logical explanation. After all, my soul houses two completely different essences—’Connection’ and ‘Games.’ These are the innate powers of the Connector and the God of Games, and within the depths of my soul, I can even feel fragments of their memories,” Bai Yan mused to himself.
He remembered the conversation he overheard while being crowned king.
“Regardless of the outcome, you will cease to exist…” said the God of Games, speaking to the Connector.
His arrival seemed inextricably linked to both figures. It seemed more likely than ever that he was a fusion of the two.
Suddenly, an important memory resurfaced!
Thirteen years ago, the Bai Yan of the past and the Bai Yan of now were almost unrecognizable as the same person.
“Could it be that the Bai Yan from before is the one the Connector was seeking?”
Confusion gnawed at him, but after a long pause, Bai Yan shook his head.
“Whatever happened before, whatever meaning it held, there is only one truth now… A person named Bai Yan stands before you.”
Who am I?
The answer was clear now.
Bai Yan understood that a person’s true identity lies in their connections to others.
Whether as the Savior, Profligate, or Keeper of Secrets, these identities were merely roles they played. At the core, they remained Bai Yan.
And yet, the Savior, Profligate, and Keeper of Secrets were undeniably a part of him, inseparable from his essence.
Together, they formed who he was.
Eventually, Bai Yan emerged from the fragments of his memories.
He found himself in a unique space, a place where extraordinary beings destined for the Apocalypse would eventually gather.
Here, he witnessed countless versions of himself from alternate worlds.
Some Bai Yans were making movies in space stations, others were writing amid steam, some led mercenaries in apocalyptic landscapes, and some even streamed as girls dressed in leather. In certain worlds, Bai Yan wasn’t human at all but a strange, otherworldly creature.
Despite their varied forms, there was one thing they all had in common.
None of these versions of Bai Yan existed in a world with the Babel Tower, nor was there a game called “Babel Tower.”
Suddenly, an epiphany struck him.
It dawned on Bai Yan that he was the only Savior.
His path had been decided long ago.
Had it been during the First Doomsday Crisis? Or when the Demon of Justice sacrificed himself? Or perhaps it went even further back.
Was it when he said to Alan, “I sell umbrellas to people,” that his destiny was set in motion?
Bai Yan took a deep breath, a smile tugging at his lips.
“I will lead the Babel Tower, save all worlds, and ensure the survival of all life.”
“I will walk the path to become the Savior.”
A dark tide surged, threatening to consume everything.
Fear gripped the people as despair settled in.
And yet, some refused to give up, continuing the fight.
Alan unleashed the Fire that Burns Everything with all his might, but it was ultimately no match for the overwhelming Dark Light that had accumulated over the years.
He could only protect himself for so long, hoping the enemy’s strength would wane before the inevitable.
“In a place like this, time should be fleeting. White, why are you still lost in thought, you profligate?”
Alan’s voice rang out, full of anxiety.
In the sky, Bai Yan stood frozen, his gaze distant.
What was it that held his attention?
The Head of Dark Night had descended into madness, eyes burning with rage.
The people of Noah had once known only chaos and destruction, always living in the shadow of the Rainbows. Thanks to the teachings of the Savior of Dark Light, civilization had slowly evolved.
Now, it was their turn to repay the Savior.
“You will be purified here, for this is the task of the Dark Light!”
“No believers, no non-believers—everyone must perish!”
“This is my chosen path.”
The dark tide roared, ready to overwhelm everything in its path.
“Savior…”
“Please, save us.”
Mu Ling bowed her head, praying with all her heart.
She had never believed in religion nor understood the ways of cultists. But now, faced with helplessness, she understood. The grace of the Savior had taught her that even the strongest needed help.
“Please… save us.”
The dark tide, like a blackened sky, approached inexorably.
Even the Crown-level extraordinaries, displaying all their might, could do nothing.
Alan turned to Bai Yan once again, an unshakable belief growing within him—no matter the crisis, Bai Yan had the ability to solve it.
Then he saw it. Bai Yan’s confusion was gone, replaced by the hint of a smile.
The Head of Dark Night, now in a state of madness, trembled in fear.
“Who is this person… really?”
The immense aura radiating from Bai Yan was undeniable, as if the very world bent to his will.
All beings were puppets in his hands.
But in the next instant, the overwhelming presence vanished as if it had never been.
Bai Yan spoke.
“The Savior has heard your call.”
Mu Ling, taken aback, stared at Bai Yan in confusion.
He extended his hand.
Their fingers met.
“Control.”
Chains of darkness appeared out of thin air, wrapping around the necks of the Crown-level extraordinaries—Kessel, Peggie, White Lion, and the Book of Dark Light.
“What is this?”
They struggled but found themselves trapped, unable to move.
“Please, lend me your strength.”
Bai Yan’s words were polite, but they carried the weight of an undeniable command.
With a gesture, he pointed at the Dark Light Tide, as if signaling the end of the world.
“Game.
The World Transformation.”
Silver light swept across the land, and the dark tide froze.
It flickered, distorting into something unrecognizable, transforming into a pixelated world.
Bai Yan executed a series of precise, almost choreographed moves.
Snap.
“Stop!”
The relentless dark tide came to a halt, suspended in mid-air.
“How is this possible!”
The Head of Dark Night cried out in disbelief, his form now pixelated as well.
As the world shifted, everything around them turned into a surreal, pixelated version of reality.
“What is happening?” Mu Ling asked, her confusion evident.
“I don’t know either!” Alan replied, equally astonished.
“What kind of power is this?”
The Head of Dark Night, desperate, shouted,
“Profligate, stop this! Even your tricks cannot overcome the Dark Light!”
But as he fought, the tide of Dark Light continued to move, slowly working its way forward.
Suddenly, a massive gray-white “health bar” appeared above the Tide of Dark Light.
“What is that?” the onlookers gasped.
In that moment, Bai Yan held a sword forged from moonlight.
Gorgeous Moonshine.
Power Possession · Seizure.
A wave of energy surged through the Crown-level extraordinaries, stripping them of their powers.
They became ordinary, powerless, and feeble, unable to adapt to their new state.
The power drained from them, fueling the brilliance of the Gorgeous Moonshine.
Bai Yan snapped his fingers.
“Game, continue!”
The Dark Light tide resumed its descent, only to be severed by the brilliant moonlight.
Everything was torn apart.
“Ding!”
The health bar of the Dark Light reset to zero.
The Head of Dark Night, unable to accept the reality of the situation, roared in frustration.
“Who are you, and how do you possess such unimaginable power?”
With a sudden flash, a silvery-white mark appeared on his pixelated body.
And then, with a thunderous explosion…
The Head of Dark Night’s body shattered into countless black pixels.
But the explosion caused no harm, it was as if the entire event were merely a cinematic effect.
Alan and Mu Ling could only stare, mouths agape.
Bai Yan had become something far greater than before.
After every breakthrough, Bai Yan reached the upper limits of his newfound strength.
He had become semi-divine.
The Head of Dark Night’s defeat was inevitable.
Then, a voice boomed.
“Mission complete!”
“What does this mean?” everyone asked, still reeling from the events.
Only Bai Yan, with a deep sigh, murmured, “I can’t believe no one here has played ‘Metal Slug.'”
He turned to Kessel and calmly said, “Apologies.”
And with that, Bai Yan opened the Babel Tower’s gates, forcibly sending the new operators inside, leaving no room for refusal.
“Looks like the number of Non-core Operators in Babel Tower has increased significantly,” he mused.
With this breakthrough, the Babel Tower game entered an entirely new phase, destined to unfold in ways it never had before.