Chapter 526

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Chapter 526: “You Don’t Have to Follow, but You Will Bear Witness”

“Ah!”

“Oh, magnificent Savior! You are our shining light, our glory, our one and only!”

Inside the Babel Tower, a strange scene unfolded.

Many wicked cultists, criminals, and black wizards—captured by the Babel Tower—were gathered on a vast grassy field. At the center of them stood a woman with fiery red hair, leading them as they collectively knelt before an enormous sculpture.

Bai Yan’s eyes scanned the scene before him. The massive humanoid sculpture depicted the Dark Robed Savior.

“…”

This place had been completely transformed. The “D-class individuals” brought here were exceptional in many ways, and in just six months, they had managed to construct a small town on what was once barren land.

Bai Yan had neglected the situation for some time, but now he found himself surprised at how much it had grown.

“It’s strange…” he thought. “These were prisoners, but now they’re treated almost like experimental subjects—better than those monsters.”

It was clear that the tens of thousands of people here were being managed well, at least on the surface. Inside the Babel Tower, rules prevented powerful individuals with extraordinary abilities from attacking one another, ensuring a semblance of order.

People were, after all, social creatures.

In the span of just six months, these prisoners, despite their circumstances, had formed a unique little society. Under the leadership of the woman with red hair, they began to worship the Savior fervently.

Those who refused to worship were excluded from the community.

Though the extraordinary individuals were prevented from physical confrontations due to Babel Tower’s rules, the believers still found ways to harass those who didn’t conform. They resorted to petty actions—stealing food, interrupting baths, hindering grooming, preventing sleep.

Anyone who stayed long enough would soon realize the grim nature of Babel Tower’s judgment on battles.

For those powerful enough to come here and refuse to obey the red-haired woman’s sect, torment would soon break them. Soon, they would yield or be driven to the brink of collapse.

Unfortunately, the rules prevented direct combat for now.

The woman in question had once been the Dark Sorcerer’s Apprentice. At one point, she was insignificant. But now, she had transformed into the unquestionable ruler of this small community—or perhaps, more fittingly, the High Priestess.

She led the prisoners in worshipping the Savior of Babel Tower.

The red-haired woman claimed to have heard the voice of the Savior himself. He had told her that only by worshiping Him could their sins be relieved. Only by completing their redemption could they leave this place.

Bai Yan’s eyes narrowed as he spotted a familiar yet somewhat distant face in the crowd.

Maryse’s father.

The man stood beside the red-haired woman, expressionless, seemingly doing well among the tens of thousands of “D-grade personnel.”

What was his name again?

Bai Yan furrowed his brow, then recalled. “Reno Augustus.”

Did they still need to arrange a meeting between him and Maryse?

“Maybe not,” Bai Yan mused.

As for the elaborate farce of these prisoners, Bai Yan had no desire to get involved. There was no need for him to concern himself with the struggles of these weaker individuals anymore.

Mini Heaven.

In the shimmering clouds, radiant light enveloped several “figures.”

These were the people whom Bai Yan had forcibly brought back to life.

“Head of Dark Night, The Cursed String Music, Chris, White Lion (Power), Moknow (Death), North (Justice), Austin…”

Seven figures hovered in mid-air, surrounded by a black mist.

Bai Yan, gazing from above, calmly reached out his hand. Within moments, Shi Nianyu—unable to move—appeared out of thin air.

Shi Nianyu, still dressed in her white gown, appeared unharmed. But her eyes blazed with anger, even though she couldn’t move a single finger. She stood at Bai Yan’s side, sensing the immense power emanating from the swirling black mist around them. It was a power that could swallow everything in its wake.

“The Tower of Babel… Savior?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Facing a divine being wasn’t easy, especially when one stood in opposition to them. But Shi Nianyu quickly regained her composure. Her voice grew resolute.

“Please, kill me. Even if you don’t kill me, you won’t gain anything from me!”

A moment of silence passed.

Bai Yan, inwardly bemused, said nothing, his silence meant to project mystery. He was secretly complaining, though. “You still haven’t added the word ‘gu,’ have you?”

Shi Nianyu, still determined to die, silently pleaded, “Kill me, erase my soul if you must. What are you waiting for, Babel Tower’s wicked god? I won’t do anything for you. You won’t gain anything from me… I will never betray Xia.”

The mention of Xia caused a visible pang of pain on her face. She realized, perhaps for the last time, that she might never see him again, and the thought twisted her heart like a blade.

Then, a voice echoed in her mind:

[Silence.]

Shi Nianyu’s resolve faltered.

Bai Yan glanced at her coldly.

In truth, what Shi Nianyu thought no longer mattered.

From now on, she would serve the Babel Tower wholeheartedly.

Even if her will was strong, when commanded to attack Xia, she would execute it without hesitation.

It was a twisted form of servitude, but one that would serve its purpose.

[You don’t have to follow,]

[But you will surely witness.]

Next, Bai Yan awakened the seven revived individuals.

Shi Nianyu stood frozen in place, stunned as the golden light around the figures dissipated, revealing their true forms.

Head of Dark Night, The Cursed String Music, Chris, White Lion (Power), Mo Zhi (Death), North (Justice), Austin.

The seven individuals, each with their own perspectives, stared at the world with astonishment and confusion.

“What… what is going on? Where am I?” North, the most rattled of them, was the first to speak. Her voice trembled with disbelief.

The White Lion, rage clouding his eyes, was the second to speak, his voice filled with urgency: “Miss Shi Nianyu! Are you alright? North, are you okay?”

He tried to move, to rush at the mysterious figure in the black robe, but realized his body wouldn’t obey. No strength, no movement.

Death remained silent, his eyes closed, indifferent to the situation. But inside, he was seeking an opportunity.

The Cursed String Music muttered softly, “It seems we’re captives now… If my guess is right, He might be the Savior of Babel Tower.”

“The Savior of Babel Tower truly looks like this,” he added. “A sight more fitting than a hundred rumors.”

His gaze remained fixed on the figure shrouded in black mist, but despite his effort, he couldn’t pierce the darkness.

Chris, however, remained calm, his voice steady. “Great Babel Tower Savior, I come in support under the orders of the Divine Executor. Please release me and The Cursed String Music. There has been some misunderstanding.”

Austin mumbled to himself, “But there’s something else I care about more… Shouldn’t I have already died?”

“Yes,” the White Lion echoed. “We were supposed to be dead. So why are we alive?”

The Cursed String Music frowned deeply. He had never imagined Babel Tower would end up like this. The Savior’s intentions seemed unclear, but they felt malicious.

What was the Savior planning?

Bai Yan remained silent.

His silence was deliberate, a strategy of psychological pressure that worked surprisingly well. Everyone around him felt the weight of it, each of them sinking deeper into anxiety.

Eventually, they fell silent, awaiting their fate, hoping for some hint of what the Savior intended.

Then, the Head of Dark Night, the seemingly calm old man, finally spoke, his voice a roar of defiance:

“No! The Savior’s power will save me! He is the guiding light of our destiny, a divine being! You will get nothing from me, nor will you control me!”

And then, the voices spoke again.

[There is no need for you to follow,]

[But it will witness.]

The words echoed in their minds.

In the next moment, the eight individuals, standing before the exalted Savior, knelt on one knee, their heads bowed in a collective submission.

Despite their past positions, despite their strength, they were now pawns.

Bai Yan, as the Savior, would make use of them—whether they liked it or not.

Freedom? That was something for another time.

Right now, the Babel Tower required every bit of power it could harness.

[Become the power that I can command.]

But why? Why could He control them?

The shock and terror surged through everyone. They had once held high positions and been revered by the world. Yet, now they were mere pieces on a chessboard.

Shi Nianyu’s heart sank. Despair filled her, as the black shackles around her neck tightened, binding her very soul.

The Savior of Babel Tower could control them—body and soul.

And in the future, if he had to battle against Xia, what would she do?

Her tears fell, for she knew now that she could do nothing.

Her fate would simply be witnessed.