Chapter 523
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Chapter 523: The Moon Witch’s Game
Bai Yan was embarking on the Moon Witch’s introductory mission.
The format of the game presented in this mission was no longer the familiar pixel art style. The Moon Witch wasn’t depicted as a 3D model either. In fact, the game format was quite rare — a live interactive movie format.
To put it simply, it resembled something like The Invisible Guardian.
Through a large projection screen, Bai Yan sat inside the Babel Tower. As he looked up, he could clearly see the Moon Witch, frozen in shock and unable to move.
It had been a long time since they last crossed paths. Bai Yan couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her, reminiscing about the days when she used to gaze at him with such intensity. It always made him feel nervous and uneasy. He remembered the many embarrassing moments she experienced after transforming into a cat — the satisfaction of seeing her humbled amused him.
“Ah, at last, as you wished, Miss Witch. You’ve always wanted to join the Babel Tower. Sadly, I had bad luck and could never fulfill your wish… I truly feel sorry. But now, I can finally keep my promise.”
“So… how do you feel now?”
Bai Yan muttered to himself. He pondered that perhaps joining the Babel Tower wouldn’t be as glamorous as Merete Chambers had imagined.
Through the projection screen, he saw the Moon Witch standing motionless in the mayor’s office. She was draped in a black evening gown, her figure striking and elegant.
And beside her, four large “bubbles” had appeared, floating in the air.
Inside the bubbles, black text was displayed. Upon closer inspection, Bai Yan realized these were the options for a game.
He glanced at the task prompt on the upper right of the projection screen:
“Headed towards the outskirts of Stone Bridge City, to resolve the upcoming ‘sacrifice’ event in Clear Water Village.”
“Countdown: Three hours.”
It didn’t seem like a very difficult task. Dealing with incidents like this was just part of everyday life at Babel Tower.
Bai Yan then turned his attention to the four game options:
Option one: Go to Clear Water Village immediately.
Option two: Investigate the news about Clear Water Village first.
Option three: Send someone to Clear Water Village to search for relevant information.
Option four: Stand still and wait for the bathroom.
Bai Yan couldn’t help but chuckle. Option four seemed completely out of place.
As amusing as the options were, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Babel Tower had a will of its own. From the moment it refused to let him in, Bai Yan felt something was off.
Later, he realized that the Babel Tower game wasn’t emotionless. It felt like it was alive, almost mischievous. The Tower and its game didn’t just respond mechanically; they acted like sentient beings, capable of making decisions.
But despite this, Bai Yan was certain of one thing: Even if Babel Tower had self-awareness, it couldn’t control the game. Only the player could manipulate the course of events.
He was, after all, the Lord of the Tower.
“Alright, let’s choose the third option,” Bai Yan muttered to himself, dismissing the idea of playing pranks. He didn’t rush the decision, carefully selecting the option to send someone to investigate Clear Water Village.
Merete Chambers wasn’t feeling very nervous.
The Moon Witch, after being away from the World of Noah for over a hundred years, had come to terms with the fact that joining Babel Tower might never happen. But now, suddenly, she found herself “captured.”
The Savior hadn’t forgotten her. Maybe even Bai Yan hadn’t forgotten her.
Whenever she thought of Bai Yan, even the calm and composed witch couldn’t suppress the annoyance that rose within her. That guy… is he dead or not?
She knew how powerful the Savior of Babel Tower was. His strength rivaled that of the gods, and she realized she could never defy him. Since she couldn’t resist, she chose to lie down and accept it.
She didn’t mind being controlled by the Savior.
Facing someone much stronger than herself, Merete Chambers had always willingly submitted. It felt like a natural occurrence to her.
In her worldview, there was always one side in control, whether it was parents and children, bosses and subordinates, or even lovers. There was never true equality. One side always dominated.
If, one day, she became stronger than Babel Tower, she would have no hesitation in overthrowing the Savior and turning him into her obedient pet.
A smile crept onto the witch’s face as she entertained this thought. Hehe, let me experience it first. What does it feel like to become the Savior’s dog?
Among all the Core Operators, Merete Chambers had the happiest and most willing mindset when joining Babel Tower.
Soon, she noticed her body starting to move involuntarily.
The feeling was strange yet magical. It was as if she were a spectator of her own actions.
This body no longer belonged to her. It was now controlled by the Savior of Babel Tower. An invisible chain wrapped around her neck, even harsher than the “collar” Bai Yan had given her — filled with malice. Perhaps she would never be able to remove it.
Is this the price of joining Babel Tower?
Merete Chambers fell deep into thought, continuing to observe her body’s movements.
She walked to the window, extended her hand, and with a wave of her fingers, conjured a white dove. The dove flew off, carrying a message to Samoyed to investigate the situation in Clear Water Village.
Clear Water Village…
Merete Chambers had heard of it, but she had never paid much attention to it. She couldn’t understand why the Savior would be so interested in this place.
After some thought, she concluded that the Babel Tower had a tendency to meddle in crises, always involving itself in various events. This time was no different.
There was a crisis in Clear Water Village, and the Savior had arranged for it to be resolved. It was nothing more than a remote-controlled operation.
Merete Chambers, with her intelligence, easily deduced the truth. She calmly squinted her eyes, watching the scene unfold as if it were a play — completely unfazed by the sensation of being manipulated.
Compared to the inexperienced Mu Ling, Maryse, and others, her attitude had evolved to an entirely new level.
A while later, Samoyed arrived.
“Master, I have arrived.”
The blind girl knelt on one knee, her head bowed, afraid to meet her master’s inscrutable gaze. She was dressed in a glamorous white evening gown now, no longer the dowdy figure from before.
Just thirty minutes ago, she had been attending a dinner with the upper echelons of Belan World.
Samoyed was a prominent figure in Belan World’s society, wielding the power to control the fate of thousands. Yet, before the Moon Witch, she was nothing.
Every time Merete Chambers smiled and stroked Samoyed’s fur, the girl instinctively trembled.
The witch was terrifying.
She had witnessed Merete’s ability to break down people’s character and weaknesses, which made her fear the witch even more.
However, Samoyed could never have imagined the truth:
The master she had feared for centuries, the witch who had stirred storms in Belan World, had now become a “slave” to the Savior of Babel Tower. She couldn’t even move a finger.
Samoyed spoke up, “Master, is your destination Clear Water Village? I’ve arranged for people to investigate, and they should return with information soon. I’ll organize the relevant intelligence for you.”
Merete Chambers pondered for a moment, then realized her mouth was moving involuntarily.
“You did well, my Samoyed.”
Without thinking, she began stroking Samoyed’s fur, and the young girl allowed it.
“This is what Samoyeds should do, master.”
To Merete Chambers’ surprise,
Samoyed could even imitate
her voice.
A terrible, malicious thought
suddenly occurred to the witch
— a possibility that no other
Core Operator had ever
considered.
Was it possible that all Babel
Tower members were
permanently trapped in the
same situation as her?
That their true souls were
imprisoned, and every action,
every move they made, was
merely a performance under
the Savior’s remote control?
If that was the case, then their
true selves no longer had any
reason to exist.
For the first time, deep within
the calm and composed witch,
a small flicker of nervousness
and fear arose.
She looked at Samoyed and
automatically said, “Okay, let’s
continue investigating Clear
Water Village.”
Oh no… this is bad. I hope it
doesn’t turn out this way.
