Chapter 546
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Chapter 546: A New World
Tatsumi City.
In the heart of the bustling street, a crowd had gathered.
Kneeling at the center was a handsome yet frail young man, eyes closed, hands clasped together in fervent prayer.
“Praise the Savior of the Babel Tower!”
The reverence in his expression was unmistakable.
His name was An Yi, the younger sibling of An Yang, who had once crossed paths with Mu Ling. Like his sister, An Yi had long admired the Babel Tower and the Savior.
More than anything, his admiration was directed at Mu Ling—the Goddess of the Night.
“After the Heart of Radiance vanished, the Rainbow shattered into pieces, and the Steel Throne betrayed us!”
“Rainbow, you are no longer worthy of being our god!”
Draped in a black robe, An Yi raised his arms high, his fervor growing with every word.
The crowd grew restless, their emotions stirring as An Yi continued.
“Under the guidance of the great Savior, the Goddess of the Night defeated the rebellious Steel Throne! She saved the world once again!”
“And thus, the Age of the Savior began! The Age of the Babel Tower arrived!”
“Noah’s New World is coming!”
Months had passed since the Second Doomsday Crisis.
Noah’s world was reborn, reshaped into something new.
A new world was dawning.
Even the Air Alliance, the Night Union, and the realms of Dark Light had come to acknowledge the Babel Tower’s significance—willingly or not.
For many, the Savior of the Babel Tower had grown so powerful, He seemed capable of replacing the once-revered Rainbow.
However, the Rainbow’s influence ran deep. Its hold on the people could not be undone in mere months.
But Tatsumi City was different.
The people here had witnessed firsthand the Savior’s miracles. They had seen Him resurrect and watched the Goddess of the Night defeat the Steel Throne.
To the citizens of Tatsumi City, the Savior of the Babel Tower was no ordinary being—He was the one true deity.
“Rainbow and the ancient gods cannot compare to Him!”
“Praise the Savior of the Babel Tower!”
“As long as we do not abandon the light within ourselves, He will never forsake us.”
“The Babel Tower will always protect us from danger.”
A figure stood among the crowd, a warm smile spreading across their face.
This was Comfort.
Once filled with anger and hatred, they had nearly committed a terrible act against the Babel Tower. But in a moment of rage, they were stopped by the Goddess of the Night herself.
Now, Comfort understood the importance of worshiping the Babel Tower—protecting its name from slander and misunderstanding.
With renewed conviction, Comfort raised their voice:
“Noah has entered a new world!”
Inside Sylve’s Villa.
“Teacher, come and take a look,” Sylve said, her voice filled with excitement.
She sat cross-legged on the floor, holding up a diagram of a ritual—a summoning spell called Barenel.
The ritual was intricate.
It required twelve wild frogs as offerings and had to be performed on the third night of every month. Anger was the key emotion, and the chalk-drawn magic circle needed exactly thirty-seven strokes.
But summoning Barenel came with a price: an unquenchable thirst and hunger lasting an entire day.
Sylve’s proposal was bold.
“Teacher, I think we can improve this. Frogs represent ‘water,’ but what if we replaced them with white jade flowers? They symbolize ‘coldness,’ which might resonate better with Barenel’s nature.”
Bai Yan watched her closely, a soft smile forming on his lips.
“Your idea has merit. You have a gift for summoning magic.”
Under Bai Yan’s guidance, Sylve’s talents had blossomed.
Though not as extraordinary as the Core Operators of Babel Tower, she had taken the right path, supported by the Savior himself.
“I want to be as strong as you one day,” Sylve confessed.
Bai Yan hesitated, then replied with a sigh:
“That may be… challenging.”
At the Mu Family’s Ancestral Home.
The estate had transformed.
Once a place of decay and desolation, it now radiated warmth and light.
In the piano room, Bai Yan played a gentle melody.
The music filled the air with hope and joy, mirroring the emotions of Noah’s people in recent months.
He stopped and turned.
“Are you ready, Mu Ling?”
From the shadows, Mu Ling emerged.
Clad in a black evening gown, she was a vision of elegance and mystery.
Despite her divine status as the Goddess of the Night, she knelt before Bai Yan.
But only for a moment.
Over time, their relationship had evolved. The initial reverence had deepened into something far more profound.
Bai Yan extended a hand, his smile warm.
“Let’s go.”
As a dense black mist enveloped them, the world around them shattered and transformed.
A New World.
Steel skyscrapers towered over the horizon, casting long shadows over a sprawling city.
Within the buildings lived countless elves—beings with metallic skin, unique mutations born of this iron world.
But fear gripped the city.
A colossal sand monster loomed in the distance, absorbing everything in its path. Metal structures disintegrated into dust as the beast grew ever larger.
Mu Ling drew her weapon, Burning Steel.
Once known as the Imperial Light Execution, it had been reforged after the Second Doomsday Crisis, infused with the remnants of the Steel Throne.
The blade shimmered, shifting between black and white, brimming with newfound power.
Together, Bai Yan and Mu Ling stood against the chaos.
The Savior and the Goddess of the Night—poised to save another world.