Chapter 533

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Chapter 533: The Last Night

Holly took a deep breath and reached out her hand to knock on the door of her own house.

"Mom, Dad."

She looked at her weary parents, tears uncontrollably streaming down her face, and her long rabbit ears trembling slightly.

"I’m back."

Holly’s parents were crying as if overflowing with tears, unable to stand straight, overwhelmed with excitement.

"I’m so glad you’re back, I’m really, really happy… It feels like a dream, just like being in a dream."

"Holly, ever since you briefly came back to life, we have always had a lingering thought in our hearts, but we were afraid it might just be a dream. We dared not think too much, yet we didn’t want to forget about you…"

As Holly’s parents continued speaking, their words became increasingly incoherent. Holly sobbed, choked up, feeling a whirlwind of emotions in her heart.

"Sorry…"

Once full of vitality and innocence, Holly’s spirit had faded away. Now, with tear-streaked cheeks, Holly tightly embraced her parents, sobbing loudly.

Bitterness, unfairness, fear, gratitude, confusion…

Holly had so many emotions she wanted to express.

She knew she was the Savior of Babel Tower, saving Tatsumi City, as well as saving herself.

I really wish that He…

And could also save their companions.

In the end…

Save World.

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Hell.

In the endless flames of hell, there was a completely dark "cocoon" enveloped by countless black mud. The black mud was purely negative energy, filled with terrifying despair and curses.

Inside the black cocoon, there existed a vague human figure.

If a extraordinary person like Noah were to see him, they would be absolutely amazed, even unbelieving.

Because, this man is one of the strongest extraordinaries in Noah’s world.

"World," said Mr. Xia.

He lay unconscious, his eyes closed, completely still, as if he were a lifeless body.

But inside Xia’s inner world, the conflicts never ceased.

The gray, desolate wasteland, the boundless world of darkness-this was a glimpse into Xia’s inner world.

Xia stood upon the earth, gazing at the immensely tall, winged Cyclops demon before her.

Up until now, all of his resistance had been completely futile.

With his own meager strength, it is practically impossible for him to curb the opponent’s control.

The Cyclops demon had completely dark eyes, like a sinister deity lurking in the shadows.

It had a slender figure, yet it stood thousands of feet tall. Its head had deep red pupils, resembling the entrance to a sea of blood, capable of instilling tremendous intimidation and oppression upon anyone.

This demonic Crown resided in the depths of Hell, embodying such an image. However, it could not materialize itself in the physical world.

So, it could only divide its soul into fragments and then parasitize powerful individuals in various worlds. Afterwards, it slowly manipulated one material world after another through this method.

Noah, from World of Noah, was also one of the chosen ones.

[Give up, Xia. Since the day you were born, I have already been a part of you… Your entire life is merely a fragment of my grand plan, spanning countless millennia.]

[With your strength, you cannot do anything.]

[And, didn’t I save you from death? I simply took your place to fulfill your wishes.]

Xia remained silent for a moment.

[Astaru…]

[You simply couldn’t kill me, for our souls are intertwined. Once I vanish, you too will cease to exist.]

The name of this wicked demon was Astaru.

It was one of the four most powerful demons of the underworld, possessing immense strength, even greater than the Heart of Radiance.

In the depths of the underworld, The Cursed String Music had once heard a "true name," but it was merely a false memory implanted within it.

[Hahaha, don’t you understand? Xia, well then, why not accept my presence, embrace more power, and I can even make you my devoted follower…]

The demon’s words were filled with temptation. It was one of the four great kings of the underworld, equivalent to a higher deity. Making Xia become a god was indeed a possibility.

Xia remained silent for a while.

[It’s over…]

[My journey has come to an end here. I am well aware of my own limits and no matter what, as someone who has not yet become a god, I have no chance to resist the relentless invasion of your soul that has lasted for many years.]

[Even so, I will not easily surrender.]

The demon lord simply sneered.

It looked down upon the feeble mortals from its lofty position.

The ignorant person.

[You still don’t understand, Xia]

[As a mere mortal, you simply don’t understand… The Tower of Babel, it is something that must be obtained…]

[You cannot comprehend, the reason I set my eyes on World of Noah millennia ago.]

[Winter is coming, the ultimate end is approaching. If one is not prepared, everything will perish, even this Hell that has existed for countless millennia.]

[At that time, nothing will be left.]

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Golden radiance continuously descended from the sky, like shooting stars.

Each time a golden light falls, it signifies the revival of a resident of Tatsumi City, granting them a fresh start.

The entire city’s people were praying, celebrating, and at the same time, people of all ages, men and women, were engulfed in an immense revelry.

No one could sleep tonight.

This was also the last night before the Second Doomsday Crisis.

Bai Yan, dressed in the simplest modern attire, stood silently on the rooftop of a building in Tatsumi City.

He couldn’t be more familiar with this neighborhood.

Because this was the home where he had lived for many years, before the sudden appearance of the Babel Tower, he had even thought that he would stay in the room of this building for his entire life.

With a single thought, Bai Yan had already walked into his own house.

He discovered that after he moved out, no new residents had come into the house.

"Stay in touch."

Bai Yan closed his eyes and watched as scenes from the past flashed through his mind, remembering all the little moments he had experienced in this house from a long time ago until now.

Everything had become the past.

"Originally, I thought I would live my life casually. After graduating, I would casually find a job and then find a wife who could play games with me and wasn’t too bad-looking… Well, the latter would be my lifelong pursuit."

"Sometimes, when there’s a holiday, Alan or other people are invited to play together. Once they have children, they start saving money…"

He shook his head.

"But if I were an ordinary person, Mu Ling and Maryse probably wouldn’t even look at me, as the boundary between the extraordinary and ordinary is always incredibly clear."

Setting aside the issue of social class and not even considering whether ordinary people and extraordinary individuals belong to the same race, just talking about the "theory of lifespan," it almost ensures that extraordinary individuals cannot have positive outcomes with ordinary people.

Although countries encourage extraordinary individuals to have multiple spouses in order to produce more new extraordinary individuals, the occurrence of female extraordinary individuals marrying ordinary men one-on-one is truly rare.

"And, if it weren’t for the Babel Tower, they would have all met their end several months ago. Their lives would have ended tragically… And World would have been destroyed."

Bai Yan understood that the Babel Tower had already changed everything.

The life of an ordinary person feels incredibly distant from my current self.

Unreachable and impossible to return, my own reflections are nothing more than memories.

Even if given the chance to start over, how could one possibly accept a mundane life?

Now, at this very moment, every decision made is exactly what one desires.

I will never have any regrets.

He even felt very grateful for this, after all, how many people in World can truly decide their own destiny?

Not to mention, deciding the fate of the whole world.

Bai Yan lay on a small single bed and once again took out his headphones, putting them on his ears.

"The piercing sadness gathered like snow, and regret made tears flow endlessly. I will undo all and start anew…"

Why do I like this song so much?

Bai Yan was taken aback slightly, suddenly feeling that something was not quite right.

No way!

It seemed like he had heard this song many times before, and he never seemed to get tired of it. But in reality, he didn’t actually like this song that much!

What’s going on?

What on earth lurked in his subconscious?

What was it that made him like this strange, sorrowful, and regret-filled song?

The sad song continued to play as Bai Yan slowly closed his eyes.

Using the power of the Connector, he began to search within himself, delving deeper and deeper into his subconscious… in search of the fragments of memories belonging to the Connector and the God of Games.

There must be important information that he had yet to grasp.

Finally, at the deepest depths, Bai Yan came across a tangled fragment of memories, intertwined and originating from both of them.

"…"

Suddenly, Bai Yan opened his eyes.

His expression became relieved, as if he had understood many things. His eyes were filled with self-mockery.

"Oh, so this is how it is! Now I understand… I can’t believe it’s like this."

"I understood everything."

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