Chapter 550
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Chapter 550: The Third Doomsday Crisis
A dark gathering loomed in the sky, like an evil curtain descending, casting an overwhelming sense of imminent destruction upon the world.
People across the earth began to feel the change.
Bai Yan stood, gazing at the chaos unfolding before him. He had already learned the truth.
I am not a traveler from another time.
The memories had been false. Fourteen years ago—no, it had been even longer—he realized the truth.
At that moment, the newly arrived “Savior” had perished quickly, and he was born in their place.
“Thinking carefully about it… it’s very interesting, isn’t it?”
Bai Yan couldn’t help but smile slightly, his thoughts turning to Maryse and Mu Ling.
Maryse is older than Mu Ling, but her true age is even younger than Mu Ling by nearly five years.
“Our generations are all mixed up,” he mused, looking at the sky, fully aware that a great crisis awaited.
The Third Doomsday Crisis has arrived.
He spoke to himself, his voice a low murmur:
“The Seal of Reversal…”
The theory was clear—if the sacrificed soul had a high enough essence level, it would rebound with immense strength. The stronger the sealed entity, the more it would trap itself.
As one of the three pillars, the “Master of Ceremony”—a Ruin-level Relic—the Seal of Reversal was terrifying precisely because of this.
It was powerful enough to seal Outer Gods, and even they would struggle to find a way to escape.
Bai Yan knew one thing for sure: using the Seal of Reversal couldn’t fully resolve the Doomsday Crisis, but it could at least postpone it.
He desperately wanted to end the Doomsday Crisis. They had to finish the game of “Babel Tower.”
Only by defeating it, by completing the ceremony, could they solve all of their problems.
Taking a deep breath, Bai Yan murmured to himself, “It’s a pity… this seal requires a willing sacrifice. I wouldn’t mind throwing that little girl in the red dress into the mix…”
But to seal the Outer Gods all at once, they needed to sacrifice a soul of a god.
A deity’s soul.
Although Bai Yan didn’t possess divine powers, his own soul’s essence had long surpassed the level of a god.
This was a choice he had to make. Or perhaps there was a simpler one: sacrifice Mu Ling.
He knew she would willingly offer herself, thinking that it was her ultimate mission.
Bai Yan took another deep breath, feeling the weight of his decision.
The heavens and earth began to tremble violently. The colossal influence of the Outer Gods had begun to manifest, their power spreading throughout every corner of the Noah world.
Cracks tore through the ground, and the very plates of the world cried in agony.
In the polar regions, glaciers shattered with a thunderous rumble.
Cities were torn apart by massive earthquakes, while volcanoes erupted one after another. The warming seas turned into towering tidal waves, crashing upon the land with unimaginable force.
The sky remained an endless shade of black.
The world of Noah was not just a planet. In the vastness of the universe, a distant star suddenly went dark, and countless planets—large and small—were instantly destroyed.
The people of Noah were helpless.
They knelt, praying desperately for the arrival of the Savior.
Once again, the world stood on the brink of annihilation.
The creatures of Noah were at a loss for what to do. Everything was on the verge of collapse.
But in the hearts of the people, there was still faith. They believed in the Savior of Babel Tower, who had performed miracles time and time again to save them.
“Did I finally bring about my own downfall?”
In Chord City, an old man—known as the Anomalous Star, a being who was also revered as a god—stared up at the sky. His eyes reflected deep and complex emotions.
Born as a Noah and elevated to divinity, influenced by the Heart of Radiance, he had chosen to protect the world.
But was he truly benevolent?
He had witnessed many civilizations devoured by divine beings, entire worlds destroyed without a second thought. He didn’t have to care about Noahs or this world.
It was just like the Fate’s Strings Master. In the end, she had chosen to leave.
Had he made the wrong decision?
With his divine power of insight, Anomalous Star understood a dreadful truth.
A deep sadness overwhelmed him as he murmured to himself:
“No… Fate’s Strings Master, it is you who are wrong…”
“Even if we escape from here, we cannot escape the end.”
“Even if we consider ourselves gods, true eternity never exists.”
“This is the end.”
After Noah’s destruction, more worlds would fall.
Once the foundation crumbled, the complete collapse would only be a matter of time.
Maryse stared blankly at the sky, her gaze distant and full of uncertainty. After a long pause, she took a deep breath.
“Has this day finally arrived?”
This Doomsday Crisis was different. She could feel it deep within her.
A small tear gathered in her eyes as she whispered, “Mr. Profligate, where are you?”
“Maryse.”
She blinked in surprise and turned around, but the man was nowhere to be found. Instead, she saw only a letter.
She opened the envelope and calmly read the words inside.
“Oh, so that’s how it is…”
Tears flowed freely as she laughed and cried, her emotions a mix of confusion and understanding.
Why didn’t you tell me earlier? It would have been better if it had been a little sooner.
Kaluoer stepped out of her house, gently caressing her belly. Tears fell from her eyes.
Evie, understanding her pain, reached out and held her hand.
Neither of them knew what to say.
Anyone capable of sensing the impending Apocalypse could feel it.
This Doomsday Crisis was unlike any before.
They were powerless.
It wasn’t a crisis from within the world of Noah; it came from outside, threatening to squeeze the world to its breaking point.
Everything was about to cease to exist.
And yet, they could do nothing.
Kaluoer’s eyes held a strange, bittersweet emotion. “I truly wish she could survive… and be born into this world.”
The Scarlet Moon sat calmly in her ancestral residence, surrounded by her kin.
“This power…”
For reasons unknown, at this moment, she felt more hungry and thirsty than ever before.
Not only did she crave that person’s blood, but there was something else she yearned for.
With a lazy yawn, Queen of the Scarlet Moon muttered, “Finally… is it coming to an end?”
Merete Chambers, the Witch, sat in a villa in Belan World, far from Noah.
She gazed out over the city, dressed in a black evening gown, like a guest waiting for the start of a feast.
The wind chimes beside her chimed, and a subtle smile crossed her lips.
“Let me see, Savior… how will you make your decision?”
The ultimate seal might be their only chance.
A huge white book floated beside her, titled: Overflowing in the World, Recording Everything.
It had already uncovered the secret of the Seal of Reversal.
Merete Chambers knew what needed to be done to delay the Doomsday Crisis.
“The Babel Tower needs a sacrifice.”
She gazed with mixed
emotions—hatred, confusion,
disdain, and a deep desire for
revenge.
“You can order that young girl
to sacrifice herself… and save
the world.”
Just as you have always done.
“You have cared for her… until
now…”
“Weren’t they all just
anticipating this moment?”
“Mu Ling, you must remember,”
Bai Yan said softly, turning to
face her.
In the darkness, the young
girl’s white hair stood out.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
Bai Yan took a deep breath, his
voice firm.
“The Savior has never been
me, but the Babel Tower. Not
the physical Babel Tower… but
you and I, the organization
itself, are the true Savior!”
“You all have the possibility to
save the world.”
If they were the Connector, or
the God of Games, or perhaps
a Savior born from their
fusion, Mu Ling would surely
offer herself.
But Bai Yan was not like them.
There was no identity, no fate,
no past, or mission that could
force his hand.
He gazed into Mu Ling’s eyes,
where a feeling stirred—a
feeling unforgettable, that
would never fade.
“Mu Ling, live well… and lead
the Babel Tower.”
“This is not a command, but
my plea.”