Chapter 548
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Chapter 548: The Final Babel Tower Meeting
A new Babel Tower meeting was taking place.
This time, the venue was unlike any before. It wasn’t the Sky Temple, the Crystal Palace, or a castle beneath the stars.
The gathering took place above the clouds.
Beneath their feet, the ever-moving world of Noah stretched vast and alive. Looking down, they could see every inch of the land they fought for—mountains, rivers, cities, and the intricate details of life below.
Maryse mused that this gathering could be called the “Hall of the Sky Clan,” complementing the “Water Clan’s Aquarium.”
From their vantage point, the members of Babel Tower marveled at the intricate beauty of Noah’s world: the cities filled with life, the wilderness where sinners sought refuge, and the barren wastelands where no one dared to live.
Together, these elements formed a fragile yet complete whole.
Though everything might one day fade like a whisper in the wind, at this moment, the warriors of Babel Tower stood united, fighting to protect the land beneath their feet. They believed, with all their hearts, that their efforts had meaning.
High above Tatsumi City, the golden World Tree stood tall, its branches shimmering with a radiant white glow. It soared beyond the Golden Palace, which flickered in and out of the clouds, and its energy served as a bridge, opening paths between worlds whenever the Babel Tower’s chosen called upon its power.
At the highest peak sat Bai Yan.
He watched over everything, his gaze encompassing the world below.
The members of Babel Tower had grown familiar with one another, and this meeting carried an air of ease and camaraderie. The atmosphere brimmed with confidence—unshakable hope in a future they were determined to shape.
Among the gathering, a man approached Alan and spoke with a smile.
“Thank you for attending my wedding with your wife,” he said warmly. “My sister loved the gift she brought.”
Alan returned the smile. “It was only right to do so.”
The man paused briefly before his expression turned solemn. “But… I still haven’t let go.”
Standing beside Alan was Ganis, the Fist of Duel.
Dressed in the attire of Tatsumi City, Ganis gazed at Alan with steady eyes.
“In the past few years, my people and I have endured pain, cruelty, and injustice beyond measure. Even now, I carry a grudge against the people of Noah.”
He hesitated before continuing.
“The Persecuted—my people—were the original inhabitants of this world. When the Noah arrived with their Rainbow, they claimed everything, condemning us as sinners under the sorrowful Dark Light.
“But my resentment toward the people of Noah isn’t tied to my ancestors’ suffering.”
Ganis spoke of his people, descendants of the Doomsday Race who once worshiped Outer Gods with dark rituals, their powers built on destruction and bloodshed. “Perhaps they were destined for ruin,” he admitted quietly.
Alan listened, silent but attentive.
“My anger,” Ganis said, “comes from the pain inflicted on those I love.
“But even so, I cannot rally the oppressed for revenge—not because of any restrictions placed by the Savior, but because I have a friend who is one of Noah’s people.”
His voice softened. “I will never forget the hatred, but I will not abandon friendship.”
Alan couldn’t help but smirk. “How did you become so eloquent?”
Ganis laughed, nodding. “I’ve changed too much, haven’t I? But you were right about one thing—I’m no longer afraid.”
After the Second Doomsday Crisis, reforms swept across Noah’s world.
Slavery, hierarchies, and unjust systems were abolished, either willingly or by force. The Persecuted—once exiled as sinners—gained the right to live among Noah’s people, though deep-seated animosity lingered on both sides.
Yet among the Persecuted, reverence for the Savior grew unwavering. To them, the Savior of Babel Tower was a divine figure, foretold to bring salvation.
Ganis had witnessed the divide between his people and Noah’s. He dreamed of building a city exclusively for the Persecuted—a sanctuary of their own, as prophesied.
Bai Yan, however, did not interfere with such aspirations. His focus remained on greater matters—tasks that would reshape the world and save it from annihilation.
With the Babel Tower now nearly self-sufficient, its members handled many crises independently, freeing Bai Yan to concentrate on the most critical challenges.
Amid these responsibilities, Bai Yan often visited the imprisoned Crimson Sovereign.
Bound within the power of night, she suffered endless torment, her strength drained by the crimson mist as she sought redemption for her past sins.
Occasionally, Bai Yan
personally intervened to
resolve extraordinary threats
across Noah’s world, though
these instances were rare. The
Babel Tower’s chosen were
more than capable of handling
most matters.
Progress was steady, and hope
filled the air.
Bai Yan finally broke his
silence, addressing the
gathered members of Babel
Tower.
“Everyone, you are the Saviors
of this world.”
The crowd quieted, their eyes
fixed on him with admiration,
trust, and awe.
“The Babel Tower belongs to
all of us,” he declared.
“You have the power to shape
the future, to bring balance and
beauty to this world. Together,
we will save it.”
Later, on a rooftop overlooking
the vibrant lights of Tatsumi
City, Bai Yan sat alone, gazing
up at the night sky.
The people of Noah admired
him—the Savior who had
brought hope and change.
He let out a soft sigh. “The
game is nearing its final
stages…”
Mu Ling appeared silently
beside him. “You seem weary,”
she said gently. “Lonely,
even… and perhaps a little
afraid.”
Bai Yan chuckled. “You’ve been
spending too much time with
Maryse, trying to read me like
she does.”
He turned to her, a flicker of
emotion in his eyes. “Mu Ling,
do you think you truly
understand the Savior of Babel
Tower?”
Her answer was calm and
unwavering. “If extraordinary
power were required to
understand you, then what
right would I have to stand by
your side?”
Her words struck a chord
within him.
Bai Yan hesitated, then spoke
softly.
“Mu Ling, it’s time.”
Confused, she asked, “Time for
what?”
He met her gaze, his voice
steady. “Tonight. It must be
tonight.”
Though uncertainty flickered in
her eyes, Mu Ling trusted him
without hesitation.
From the beginning to the end,
she was the one constant in
his life. And now, as they stood
on the precipice of destiny, Bai
Yan’s heart swelled with
gratitude for the bond they
shared—a connection that
transcended fate itself.
