Chapter 514
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Chapter 514: Who Are You?
Every person’s neck was on the verge of being ensnared by dark shackles. Chris and The Cursed String Music found themselves immobilized—unable to move even a finger, let alone speak.
It felt as though their own bodies no longer belonged to them.
They had become slaves to each other!
Before the battle had started, everyone present had known there was a difference in strength compared to Mr. Xia. However, they never imagined it would be so vast. It was an entirely different level—something incomprehensible.
The dark chains easily controlled Chris and The Cursed String Music. But when Ganis, The Final Gun, and Amy—the soul inside the “God of Destruction”—encountered the dark shackles, a different outcome emerged.
The power of “Contact·Dominance” surprisingly had no effect on them. The dark chains simply bypassed the three of them.
It was a failure to dominate.
The man with deep pupils fell into silence.
He quickly understood why.
A stronger, darker chain was already in control of the people from Babel Tower.
His own power was dwarfed by theirs.
“So that’s it. This is the truth behind the power of the Savior?”
It became clear.
It was as if he had a dog already under his control, and no second set of shackles could be placed on them. Or perhaps, his power simply paled in comparison to the Savior of Babel Tower.
This made perfect sense.
“Mr. Xia” knew that the Savior of Babel Tower was likely an immensely powerful deity—the highest-ranking force among the Outer Gods, an entity far beyond the reach of the twenty-seven Outer Gods themselves.
It was a magnificent being, created by the “Connector” and the “God of Games.”
Even behind this Savior, there seemed to be subtle support from the Outer Gods.
Perhaps even his true form could not defeat the Savior.
Given that, it was natural for his own shackles to be ineffective.
But even if the power of connection and control failed, the battle here had already been decided.
Ganis and The Final Gun were still caught under Psychic Domination, which was no concern to him. As for the “God of Destruction” and the girl within, they were soon to become his possessions.
Facing seven opponents alone, it was effortless.
He muttered to himself:
“Next, it will be our final battle… the ‘Profligate’ of the Babel Tower. Deep down, I have always known that you are the most powerful person in the Babel Tower.”
Just as Mr. Xia finished speaking, a completely different, unprecedented momentum appeared at the edge of the battlefield. In an instant, it had already approached.
The man with deep pupils turned around, his gaze locking on the “Profligate” who had appeared not far away.
“You’ve finally arrived, Profligate. I thought it would take much longer for you to arrive, but here you are now, just like the ‘hero in a story,’ always showing up at the critical moment, when people are in dire straits.”
There was a hint of irony in his voice.
Bai Yan quickly realized that this was different from the original “Mr. Xia.”
The man from before had never used sarcastic remarks; he was practical, focusing more on actions than words.
“Sorry, I had something to do just now,” Bai Yan said, a smile on his face.
He held the head of Silence in his hands, the eyes never closing.
The reason the enigmatic girl, the leader, hadn’t been summoned was that Bai Yan had intercepted her on the way.
But after killing Silence, Bai Yan realized that he hadn’t truly killed “her” in the conventional sense. The entity was non-human, and this body was just a shell.
The real Silence was even more mysterious.
However, Bai Yan had managed to snatch the Ruin-level Relic, “Realm of Infinity, Ever-changing Facade.”
Whether he could resolve Silence wasn’t important—what mattered was securing the Ruin-level Relic.
He glanced at the unconscious Maryse and the others on the battlefield and sighed.
“Perhaps the Savior was too cruel to them, believing that these life-and-death experiences were a form of trial,” Bai Yan thought aloud.
His state of mind was a little off. Having the ability to go back in time and come back to life had caused him to gradually stop seeing “death” as significant.
In the simulated battles within Babel Tower, members would die many times a week. So in the real world, where they could return from death, dying once didn’t seem like a big deal…
He had unconsciously started to disregard life.
“However, that’s the end of it. I believe the Savior must think that they have done well enough.”
With that, Bai Yan activated the power of the “Savior’s Mysterious Ring,” instantly teleporting all the Babel Tower members present back to the Babel Tower.
A black mist rose, swirling around the group as it always had.
“Mr. Xia” hesitated for a moment but realized he could do nothing. He could only watch as Maryse and the others were rescued.
“The power of Babel Tower is truly terrifying,” he murmured to himself in awe.
As Bai Yan watched, he calmly asked:
“You—what exactly are you? Are you the demonic king of hell, Asmode, who is comparable to the higher deities?”
Even in the face of great adversity, Bai Yan remained calm. There was no anger or negative emotion. No doubt or confusion.
It was as if everything was already within his grasp.
“Hehe… My name is Xia, and I am also the Demon King of Hell,” the man with intense eyes replied, his voice deepening.
Listening to him was enough to invoke immense fear and despair. It was not a human voice.
“How could you think I’m not Xia? If I weren’t him, how could I possess the power of ‘All Things Are Ready’? In truth, I have always been a part of him. Since Xia was born, my soul fragment merged with his. I have been secretly influencing the course of many events.”
“I am indeed a fragment of the soul of the King of Hell, but Xia and I are two parts of one soul. How can we be considered separate people?”
The King of Hell.
Bai Yan fell into deep thought and then spoke:
“I command you. This is my third request…”
“The incarnation of the Demon Lord Asmodeus, you shall now crumble and dissolve, becoming dust hidden in the deepest, darkest recesses! Never to be restored, until the end of the universe!”
But nothing happened.
This time, even Bai Yan was taken aback.
“Hahaha!”
Mr. Xia suddenly burst into laughter, completely different from his usual self. His laughter was sinister and crazed, sending a chill through the air.
Caught in my trap!
Indeed, it was the right decision to arrange for The Cursed String Music to uncover the ‘truth’ and escape back here. I truly thank you, Profligate of Babel Tower, for dealing a heavy blow to my sworn enemy!
“Asmode will surely experience great pain. Though this contract may not truly kill him at this stage… Hahaha…”
He nearly went mad.
“Even if your Savior could use that time travel, you would never be able to make your demands again. The contract is the ultimate will of the multiverse—a power higher than the time travel of the annulus civilization!”
Bai Yan fell into silence, then derived two key pieces of information.
First: The person on the other side wasn’t Asmode, the Hell King, but an enemy of Asmode—most likely one of the other three Hell Kings.
From the moment The Cursed String Music was banished to hell, this conspiracy had been unfolding. And now, it had successfully wasted a crucial power of the contract.
Second: He also knew about Babel Tower’s time-traveling power—and even with that knowledge, he felt invincible.
“In the face of absolute power, even if you possess the ability to go back in time, you cannot accomplish anything!”
Suddenly, the calm and imposing Mr. Xia disappeared.
“I will obtain Babel Tower! Become the true owner of Babel Tower! I will become the 28th Outer God!”
At that moment, suspended in the sky, there was a terrifying presence—one filled with madness, evil, and almost bursting forth.
Bai Yan remained indifferent.
Looking back is useless? He had a different view on such matters.
And then, he gently reached out, smiling as he said:
“The demon king from hell, I don’t need to look back to make you taste the bitterness of failure.”
He instantly turned World into a game.
“World transforming!”
At the same moment, “Mr. Xia” unexpectedly produced two copies of himself, and three “Mr. Xia” reached out simultaneously, unleashing the same innate power.
“World transformed!”
The same innate power was unleashed, causing the World to twist and distort.
The three upper-ranked Apocalypses possessed power that could rival Bai Yan, a quasi-god. What’s more, they were even slightly stronger.
As a result, the fleeting balance of power shattered, and the entire world transformed into a game led by Mr. Xia.
Mr. Xia and Bai Yan’s bodies became pixelated, as did the others present. The intensity of this battle was overwhelming, leaving Chris and The Cursed String Music breathless, waiting for the outcome.
Mr. Xia, now controlling the game, wore a victorious smile.
“I have all of your power. How could you possibly defeat me? And your special power… What is your relationship with the God of Games and Competition?”
“Actually, I’m not quite sure either,” Bai Yan said calmly, shaking his head. “Don’t ask any further. You only need to know one thing: Counterfeits cannot defeat the original.”
