Chapter 541

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Chapter 541: Loop

Steel Throne.

Above the sky, He transformed the endless white flames into a colossal fireball, so terrifying that it seemed like the very sun itself.

No!

That was not just any fireball—it was a white sun!

He soared high above, casting a watchful eye over everything. His divine power was boundless, capable of obliterating anything in an instant.

Before the vastness of this white sun, a few black dots appeared so tiny they were almost negligible.

Bai Yan, Mu Ling, Maryse.

The three of them stood together in the sky, facing an immense, mighty deity.

“We… can we really win? I can’t see it at all. Is the Savior dead? Should we run to find out…?” Maryse’s voice trembled, her words on the verge of breaking into tears.

But even in her fear, she remained standing. Her little hand tightly gripped Bai Yan’s, unwilling to let go.

Bai Yan didn’t refuse; he didn’t let go either.

He understood. Maryse’s determination was not as unyielding as the others’. She always needed him… and more so now.

“Don’t worry,” he reassured her, taking a deep breath. “We will be fine.”

Maryse looked up at him, nodding with trust. She believed in his words.

Mu Ling, however, gazed at the endless white sun. Her sword gripped tightly in her hand, she felt so small, so insignificant. A sense of unworthiness overwhelmed her.

Though the gap in strength between them might not be as immense as the difference in size, she knew with her own power, she would never be able to defeat the Steel Throne.

There was an unreachable gap between gods and mortals.

“I can only wait for the Savior’s redemption…” she thought.

Then, she heard a voice.

“Mu Ling.”

“Become a god.”

Mu Ling froze.

The voice was so familiar. It was Mr. Profligate’s, but it didn’t sound playful or carefree as usual. It was… different.

Could it be?

She turned instinctively toward him.

His eyes met hers, filled with an unprecedented seriousness, and a belief she couldn’t quite grasp.

What was he believing in? In her?

Why her?

The white sun hung in the sky, blocking out the light. Its fiery waves surged, but there was no warmth—only a terrifying, pure divine power.

After accepting the power of the Outer God, the Steel Throne’s strength had only grown stronger.

Now, He was just a step away from reaching the rare status of a “supreme deity.”

Suddenly, the voice of the Steel Throne filled their minds. It was oppressive, malicious, and exuded unmatched power.

[You have finally arrived.]

[You will all become my sacrifices.]

[This will be the foundation and burial ground for progress.]

Bai Yan, calm as ever, responded with his usual smile.

When facing the Outer God, he felt immense pressure. But before the Steel Throne? He felt strangely relaxed.

He shouldn’t have been standing here, yet he still came.

A wave of emotion filled his heart, but he shook his head gently.

“It won’t be us who fails here,” he said confidently.

“And it is you.”

“You will become a sacrifice for a new world. Noah, after today, will not be destroyed. Instead, it will enter a brand-new chapter.”

“From now on, there will be no more dominance by Rainbows. This fragile world will continue to exist under the protection of the Savior.”

His words rang out naturally, as if it was expected.

Maryse looked at him, trying to stay calm in the presence of such a mighty deity. Then, she heard a voice—inner thoughts, from Profligate.

[Maryse.]

[I’m sorry… all this time, I never dared to open up to you.]

Tears welled in her eyes. She had always cared so much. But Profligate had never opened up to her.

Was it too late? Was everything coming to an end? If they died by the hands of the gods, would their souls even remain?

Would they never return?

[Let’s stop here.]

[I will annihilate you, and you will become remnants in the endless cosmos.]

[Gone forever.]

The white sun grew ever larger. Its power, cold and formidable, was a terrifying divine strike about to descend.

Mu Ling stood frozen, staring up at the sky.

She wished to raise her sword, but deep down, she knew she would never be able to overcome this.

In her mind, she heard the voice of the Savior of the Babel Tower. Always cold and merciless, yet it carried a strange comfort for her.

[Right now…]

[It is time for you to save the world.]

[Everything was for the past and the future—to save the crumbling destiny.]

[Mu Ling, you are the Savior of this world.]

Her thoughts raced. Me? No, you are the Savior, not me!

Mu Ling was overwhelmed with trepidation. Why was He calling her the Savior?

[Each of you has the potential to save the world.]

[And you, are the most exceptional among them all.]

[You are the true Savior.]

Was it just an illusion?

There was a faint, human emotion in His words—a mix of awe and determination.

Us?

Mu Ling fell into deep contemplation. She had always believed that she, and the others in Babel Tower, were simply pieces of a puzzle. The true Savior was the one who held the puzzle pieces together, putting everything in place.

He was the one who controlled the fate of the world.

But how could she not believe His words? How could she betray His trust?

She, too, must become the Savior of Noah’s world.

And at that moment, a white light blossomed. The divine power of the Steel Throne reached the land and the sky.

Whether it was Mu Ling and her companions, the vast Tatsumi City below, or even the grand kingdom known as the Air Alliance… everything would turn to nothingness.

Mu Ling opened her eyes.

She was still on the ground of Tatsumi City, surrounded by shifting phenomena. Above her, the sky stretched with an endless sea of white flames.

What was going on?

She saw Mr. Profligate turn his head and look at her. His eyes… were filled with guilt, reluctance, and an overwhelming surge of emotions he could no longer suppress.

What was happening?

Mu Ling couldn’t quite understand why she had returned to this place, unharmed by the boundless divine power.

“Was I just dreaming?” she wondered.

Above the sky, the white flames converged once more, forming the vast white sun.

Mu Ling’s heart sank. Even if she “returned” to reality, she couldn’t escape this despairing situation.

She journeyed once more to the sky, alongside Profligate and Maryse, confronting the terrifying Steel Throne.

And once again, the three of them were consumed by the boundless white light.

But then, in the next moment, Mu Ling found herself back at that same instant.

“Am I…?” she wondered.

[“Enough,” the Steel Throne’s voice echoed, filled with scorn.]

[“No matter how many times you repeat this moment, you will never defeat me,” He declared confidently.]

[“Do not resist, for the cycle will continue until the Black Abyss Deep Sea breaks free, ending the world of Noah.”]

[The ending was written from the very beginning.]

Mu Ling realized the truth. She was not trapped in a dream; she was stuck in a repetitive cycle.

She remembered when she first joined Babel Tower.

At that time, she had entered a training mode, facing death and resurrection over and over again. Each time, she surpassed herself to defeat an unbeatable foe.

The situation now felt eerily similar.

The great Savior was eagerly awaiting her ability to overcome the impossible foe.

The fate of Noah’s world didn’t rest with the Savior in Babel Tower, but in the hands of her own hands.

“Mu Ling, become a deity.”

Once again, the voice of Profligate reached her.

The same tone, filled with trust and affection.

Mu Ling turned to him, taking a deep breath.

“I understand.”