Chapter 573
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Chapter 573: The Ways of the Tower Organization
Before the rise of Babel Tower, the term “Tower” in the vast multiverse was synonymous with the organization under the command of the God of Games and Gambling.
It was a truly terrifying and dreadful force.
The members of the Tower were fearsome beings, driven by madness and wickedness, willing to go to any lengths to seize whatever they desired. Their methods were ruthless—schemes, violence, and… games.
Game duels were the preferred method for members of the Tower organization. They held a deep belief in the power of the game and the God of Games. In these games, the loser would forfeit everything they cherished.
Once, in Tatsumi City, the newly emerged Bai Yan—still unstable in power—defeated “Pride” in a game, saving Alan in the process.
However, when facing members of Babel Tower, they usually opted for direct violence instead of relying solely on their prowess in games.
Solitary had already warned them that defeating the people of Babel Tower in a game would be nearly impossible given their abilities. The Savior of Babel Tower was a master of games.
But this time, the situation had changed.
Only a few members of the Tower organization remained, and they wanted to challenge Babel Tower using the organization’s traditional way—through a game duel to determine the victor.
The false Savior was no more.
Babel Tower was no longer the unbeatable force in the game.
At that very moment, a few members of the Tower organization were on the First Main Star.
However, they were tens of thousands of kilometers away from the Babel Tower, using powerful Ruin-level Relics to conceal their presence.
Neither the Immortal Dragon nor the witch could detect their whereabouts.
Solitary stood on the surface of the water, his expression calm, dressed in a long black robe.
Though humanoid, Solitary was far from human.
He was part of the Super Fusion Race, a highly unique and intelligent race born from an experiment by a higher civilization. His ancestors were an amalgamation of different humanoid creatures, and Solitary inherited the characteristics of all humanoid races.
The Super Fusion Race was rare, but its members were often incredibly powerful. They possessed the strengths of all humanoid races while compensating for their weaknesses.
But this artificial race had one fatal flaw.
The frailty of their souls.
Compared to ordinary beings, the souls of the Super Fusion Race were weak, and they were vulnerable to special abilities unless they ascended to godhood. Only then could their souls become strong enough to resist such powers.
Solitary had ascended to a deity, making him immune to the frailty of his race. However, his advantages as a Super Fusion Race were rendered insignificant in the realm of god-level combat.
Interestingly, his current appearance was identical to Bai Yan’s—this was a disguise.
Solitary, being from the Super Fusion Race, never revealed his true form. Instead, he automatically transformed into what he considered to be a “mighty” being.
The disguise of his race extended beyond appearance—it also affected their personalities.
Timidity.
The boy with half his face angelic and the other half devilish stood beside Solitary at that moment.
Once easily frightened, trembling in fear, this boy seemed unusually calm and at ease in Solitary’s presence. His timid expression appeared serene, as if Solitary offered him safety from any harm.
Fear and Greed.
The two positions once vacant were now filled.
They stood by Solitary’s side, in his solitary place.
Fear appeared as a human-like figure, but his body was shrouded in a cloak and mist. No one could see his true face or discern his race.
Greedy, a familiar name to the members of Babel Tower, especially Alan, smiled.
“It seems that joining you was the right decision. I get to play with the Babel Tower again. Last time, though I lost, I didn’t find much fun in it.”
“So, this time, we will win in the end, greedy,” Solitary said, his tone indifferent, unbothered by the deaths of the other members. There was no emotion in his voice—such matters were simply unnecessary.
He raised his hand and spoke calmly, “Come back to life.”
Solitary possessed a Ruin-level Relic called the “Moon Candle.” This ring, resembling liquid moonlight, constantly flowed with silver moonlight within it.
The “Moon Candle” was connected to the Outer God “Eternal Moon” and contained endless Yin energy. It was this Relic that allowed Solitary and his allies to hide, concealed from the Immortal Dragon and the witch, tens of thousands of kilometers away.
Besides its concealment abilities, the Moon Candle had two incredibly powerful abilities.
The second ability was…
It could record the soul imprints of all Tower organization members.
As long as Solitary didn’t die and the Moon Candle wasn’t taken, the Tower organization members would never truly perish. Even if their souls were destroyed, as long as their soul imprint had been recorded beforehand, they could be revived using the power of the Moon Candle.
The power of the Moon Candle was so coveted by countless deities. What most didn’t know was that it had always been in the possession of the God of Games and, now, passed to his successor—Solitary.
Jealousy, Pride, Cruelty, and Hunger were revived.
“Hahaha! I came back to life! I will crush those guys!” Cruelty shouted in excitement, his three bug-like heads trembling.
The Mercury Mask of “Jealousy” floated, Hunger rippled like water, whispering softly.
Lastly, a towering, slimy monster with six arms and eight eyes stood—Pride.
Pride, unfazed by the resurrection, said, “Let’s begin the most marvelous game yet.”
The six members of the Tower organization stood united with Solitary.
“This is the legacy of the God of Games and Gambling—the power to forcibly initiate the ‘Ritual of Games’…”
“Let’s begin the final game with the people of Babel Tower.”
“I know they will definitely accept the challenge.”
The God of Games, with his last remaining divine power, left behind a silver-glowing sphere in Solitary’s hands. This power, the ability to forcibly initiate games, was notorious across the multiverse. The God of Games had once used this power to challenge countless civilizations, deities, and demons.
After each victory, the God of Games would seize everything of value from the opponent—life, power, soul.
Though the God of Games had passed, a small portion of his power remained.
Now, it rested in Solitary’s hands.
He waved his hand gently, sending the silver sphere into the sky. The beam of light shot thousands of miles toward Babel Tower.
“Accept the invitation to this game, people of Babel Tower,” Solitary declared.
“The wager… it’s the Babel Tower.”
