Chapter 545
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Chapter 545: Epilogue
The Tree City
The Wise Ones’ Meeting
“Is it already over?”
“Finally, they came to a halt. The recent battle was… terrifying.”
The Wise Ones gathered, astonished beyond words. Moments ago, they had witnessed an earth-shattering event—a battle so grand it had the power to reshape Noah’s fate entirely.
A divine battle, true in every sense.
Even a minor slip from any participant could spell catastrophe for Noah’s inhabitants. Though the gods’ mastery of energy made such missteps unlikely, the implications of the conflict had shaken the Wise Ones to their core.
The Tree City’s inhabitants, proud of their technological advancements, had always believed in their ability to shape the world. But the upheavals over the past year—changes that turned the heavens and earth—forced them to confront their insignificance. Their technological marvels were mere toys before the overwhelming might of divine beings.
At that moment, the Nine Trees System’s alarm blared, echoing through every mind.
[Ding! The alarm sounds, signaling the beginning…]
[A divine power is approaching. Stay calm and attempt to meet the target’s demands.]
[Facing the possibility head-on: 0.0000013%.]
Confusion gave way to terror.
From the shadows emerged a
man dressed in black. His
curly hair framed a
mischievous smile, though his
eyes betrayed exhaustion.
“I am the ‘Profligate’ of Babel
Tower, the messenger of the
Savior of Babel Tower. I’ve
come to speak with the Nine
Trees System.”
The Wise Ones exchanged
glances, hesitating to respond.
Before they could, the man
raised a finger and smiled.
“Do not speak casually to me…
You are not worthy yet.”
A surge of divine power
blanketed the city. One by one,
the Wise Ones fell to their
knees, trembling. Among them
was Professor Bai Lan, the
creator of slimes, now
powerless before the
overwhelming presence.
In hushed awe, the realization
swept through the crowd.
This man was a deity.
Chord City
Bai Yan and Anomalous Star
stood at the city’s peak, gazing
over its expanse.
The battle had ended, but its
memory lingered. Bai Yan had
stepped out of his Nightsaber
possession, yet traces of the
divine experience clung to him
—a transcendence unlike
anything he’d ever imagined.
Now he understood. To a deity,
the line between the
extraordinary and the ordinary
blurred. Mortals, no matter
how powerful, remained
fundamentally different from
gods.
“Hmph, the Fate’s Strings
Master was wise,” Anomalous
Star remarked. “She foresaw
the outcome but chose not to
wait for it. Instead, she left
before the Doomsday Crisis
unfolded. A clever move.”
Bai Yan nodded, deep in
thought.
Though the Doomsday Crisis
had passed, unease lingered.
There was something about
Noah’s world—a secret that
continuously drew the
attention of Outer Gods.
“Perhaps the people of Noah
should migrate to another
world,” Anomalous Star
suggested.
Bai Yan frowned. Escape
wasn’t a solution. If the
multiverse fell, no refuge
would remain.
Tatsumi City
Under a clear sky, Tatsumi City
buzzed with life. Despite the
lingering dread, people
resumed their routines. Cafés
opened their doors, and
laughter filled the air, defying
the shadow of collapse.
In one such café, Bai Yan sat
across from Mu Ling.
“I don’t really like coffee,” Bai
Yan admitted, staring at his
cup of bitter black coffee.
Mu Ling smiled and tapped the
cup lightly. The liquid
transformed, its bitterness
replaced with a refreshing
sweetness.
“World listens to me now,” she
said softly. “But even with that
power, it comes at a cost…
Saving the world always does.”
Bai Yan sipped his drink,
marveling at the unique flavor.
“I can also hear prayers now,”
Mu Ling added. “But they’re
overwhelming. So, I sort them
—filtering for the most serious
ones.”
Her efforts to aid those in need
touched Bai Yan deeply.
“I want to know more about
you,” Mu Ling confessed, her
voice trembling slightly.
Bai Yan smiled. “Do you wish
to know how the Savior of
Babel Tower came to be?”
Mu Ling nodded, hanging onto
his every word.
Bai Yan revealed the story of
the Connector and the God of
Games—two mortals who
ascended by merging their
souls, becoming a singular,
formidable entity. Together,
they accepted the Outer Gods’
commission to save the
multiverse, creating the Babel
Tower in the process.
As Mu Ling absorbed this
revelation, she reached out,
placing her hand gently over
Bai Yan’s.
“I hope to always stand by your
side,” she said.
Bai Yan’s gaze softened. “Mu
Ling, how could I ever abandon
you?”
As night fell, Bai Yan lingered
alone in the café. He
transformed his coffee once
more, savoring its unique
flavor.
“There’s still much left unsaid,”
he murmured. “But perhaps…
not yet.”
Rising, he stepped into the
night, disappearing into its
shadows.
