Chapter 582
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Chapter 582: Arch-Nemesis
Another point was gained.
Babel Tower had already scored two points.
The third game was about to begin.
In the special dimension formed by the silver divine power, Bai Yan encountered Solitary once again. However, he noticed that Solitary remained completely indifferent, unaware that he was on the verge of defeat.
Hmm.
Bai Yan couldn’t help but ponder. It seemed that Solitary was more than just emotionless. In fact, he didn’t care at all about the outcome of the previous two games.
Could it be that he had absolute confidence in winning the upcoming games?
Where did this certainty and confidence come from?
Bai Yan entered a deep state of contemplation.
The third game was about to begin.
Solitary was chosen again.
Paper slips appeared, with simple and easy-to-understand words written on them. This game seemed very simple and straightforward, just a common type of game.
“Tug of war.”
A traditional game that was easy to understand, but very effective in determining the winner. All that was needed was to pull the marker in the middle of the rope over a certain distance, and the winner would be decided.
But Solitary had added a new rule.
“The rope used in the tug-of-war… weighs as much as a little mountain.”
Hmm?
Bai Yan fell into further contemplation. The crucial keyword of this rule was weight… Why had weight been chosen?
Who should be sent in to face this Solitary character?
In the previous game, he didn’t send the Tower organization’s former members, but instead, he sent Silence—the peculiar one who was hard to deal with.
The new enemy could also very well be an unknown entity.
The information about the Tower organization that he currently possessed was, in fact, of little use and could even be misleading.
Since that was the case, all he needed to do was select someone skilled in tug-of-war and send them into this game.
So, who was the best at tug-of-war?
Hmm…
Bai Yan pondered for a moment. There were no restrictions on supernatural abilities for this game, so he ought to choose a fighter from the Apocalypses.
And the one who could adapt to all sorts of situations, all kinds of enemies… only he remained.
He muttered to himself, saying, “…”
“So, it’s decided. It will be you.”
Alan.
He waited for a long time in the silver glow.
During this waiting process, Alan wasn’t completely cut off from any information. Instead, he learned about the game and Solitary’s information through the voice of the Savior.
And… the situation of the previous two games.
At first, Alan had a peculiar feeling.
He would join the battle himself.
It was mainly because of his diverse abilities that he always found a way to win in any game he encountered.
Someone like Maryse, a highly specialized player, would surely lose if she played a game where “you can’t guess what the opponent is thinking.” It would be a complete defeat.
Finally, in this very moment, Alan realized that it was his turn to join the battle.
And the game to be played was…
Tug of war!
“Pull, pull the rope?”
Alan questioned, then immediately realized that this tug of war was not an ordinary one.
Because, the darn rope was as heavy as a whole mountain!
“This isn’t called tug-of-war… I suggest renaming it… Move the mountain!”
Soon, Alan arrived at the scene of the third game.
It was a black platform beneath a cosmic starry sky. On the other side stood a man wearing a black cloak, and in between them was an ordinary-looking black rope.
The black rope was fifty meters long. In the middle, there was a red symbol, and below the symbol, a very precise white line.
As long as the red symbol was pulled past the white line, about ten meters away, the winner would be decided.
Alan gazed at his opponent and said, “Hmm… There’s no mistake… It’s you!”
Underneath the black cape, a familiar voice quickly emerged.
“All of a sudden, Aaron was recognized. Oh, Alan, long time no see. I missed you so much… It seems that our ‘destinies’ are entwined. Unexpectedly, we’re going to have another life-and-death showdown.”
The opponent was none other than Amicio, the Son of God who was saved by Fate’s Strings Master all those years ago.
The present Silence, a new member of the Tower organization, went by the name “Fear.” Meanwhile, Amicio had also become a new member of the Tower organization.
Its name was…
Its name was Greed.
Amicio removed his black cloak.
He was as charming as ever.
That unique demeanor, no one could ignore.
He smiled, seemingly unconcerned about the barbecue incident from last time.
Amicio said, “Alan, it’s amazing how we meet again. And this time, it’s while playing a tug-of-war game. Isn’t it magical?”
“This was a seemingly childish and simple game, but in reality, it’s full of excitement…”
“Because this rule is just too simple, and our extraordinary powers are still intact, so there are almost no limits to the game… It should be fun, right?”
Alan remained silent, not responding.
But in reality, he shared the same thought as Amicio.
The simple, understandable game of “Tug of War” actually had a simple and understandable way to win.
Kill the opponent!
As long as they defeated the opponent in the tug of war, the game would naturally become a victory!
“Alan, how about giving up? Well, this time won’t be any different from before. Last time, you couldn’t defeat me in a one-on-one fight… right?”
Amicio stood high above, a smile on his face, almost looking down on the man before him.
He was becoming a more and more boring fellow.
Amicio had always believed so.
Ganis, at one point, contemplated taking control of this guy’s destiny or stirring up discord between him and Ganis, ultimately leading to both of them fighting each other.
However, under the leadership of the Savior, the people of the Babel Tower possessed an incredibly strong bond.
He couldn’t squeeze in anymore.
And this man, too, was without confusion, becoming dull.
Alan looked calmly at him, realizing that the other person hadn’t changed much.
He suddenly shook his head lightly.
“You don’t understand, Amicio… I have changed a lot since then. In the past, you were a highly respected son of the gods, always superior. But now, I have gained true godly power…”
“You are no longer my opponent!”
Without hesitation, Alan activated the Pupil of the Alien Gods!
Inside the golden halo, there were ethereal silver eyes—an incredibly unique and mysterious kind of pupil.
Even Amicio was momentarily taken aback.
“How did you acquire this ability?”
Throughout his life, Amicio rarely experienced fear.
He had never imagined that he would feel intimidated by such a boring person.
Amicio, in fact, was the incarnation of Fate’s Strings Master. Unlike Bai Yan’s unconscious incarnation, Amicio was a dual-split soul created through a process of birth.
All along, the Fate’s Strings Master, who gave birth to the “Son of God” Amicio, had remained hidden behind the scenes. They were indifferent to worldly affairs, existing within the Rainbow as a neutral and observant presence.
Meanwhile, Amicio, time and time again, was responsible for influencing changes in the World, with most of his actions providing assistance to the Fate’s Strings Master.
Various insults, fears, and absurd rumors were burdened upon Amicio.
He tried to resist his “mother,” the origin, but ultimately discovered that it was futile.
And Amicio also didn’t have the possibility of becoming a god, only able to exist as part of the Fate’s Strings Master.
He behaved recklessly and selfishly, doing many dreadful things, without caring about his own life. No matter what happened, in the end, Fate’s Strings Master would always lend a helping hand.
If she didn’t intervene, choosing to abandon herself would be better, and Amicio would be able to break free from the predicament of being manipulated all this time.
Today, she might die here.
Amicio, who realized this, smiled.
“Come, guardians of the Babel Tower, let us begin this game!”
