Chapter 583
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Chapter 583: Overwhelming Crush!
The Pupil of the Alien Gods.
It represents the evolution of the Pupil of Mystery after it has been imbued with divine power. This is the most mysterious and powerful dual-pupil in the multiverse.
Anyone who unlocks it gains unparalleled mastery over powerful energy.
Delicate and intricate.
This is an extremely potent ability. Those who possess it can manipulate the same energy with greater precision, resulting in a massive increase in the efficiency of energy utilization.
With the same strength behind a punch, someone who can delicately control energy can unleash a far mightier blow.
Alan’s Pupil of the Alien Gods shimmered with brilliance.
Golden light.
In the next moment, swaths of black flames erupted around him. Though Alan himself stood still, the black fire surged towards the enemy. They seemed to become an extension of him, as if his very heartbeat guided their movement.
“Hahahaha!”
Amicio laughed, his realization dawning that his enemy was far stronger than expected. Despite appearing as a middle-ranked Apocalypse, there was an almost divine aura radiating from Alan.
That fire, burning everything in its wake, was wild, twisted, and terrifyingly powerful, capable of annihilating anything in its path!
Under Alan’s control, the flames had become incomparably more deadly than before.
The warriors of the Babel Tower were indeed not to be underestimated.
Amicio did not hesitate. He unleashed a barrage of dark sorceries, creating a vast black sea before him.
But it was futile. The Fire that Burns Everything consumed everything—whether the sorceries were physical or abstract, none could escape its grasp.
Alan had truly mastered the Fire that Burns Everything. Now, he could destroy anything with it.
This was the might of the Fire that Burns Everything!
Though it wasn’t as quick or instantly devastating as other powers, given enough time, the Fire could burn anything down, even the mightiest of beings.
Even the Outer Gods, in theory, could fall before it.
Currently, apart from Bai Yan, Alan was the only one in Babel Tower capable of threatening an Outer God.
The battle raged on fiercely. Gradually, Alan gained the upper hand, moving steadily towards an absolute advantage.
Amicio fell silent. He knew that if the fight continued, the outcome was inevitable.
But then, he laughed again.
“Hahaha, Alan, you’ve truly become strong!”
An exhilaration he had never felt before surged within him. Today, he would finally face death.
Amicio was not a man seeking death—he simply feared it not. He had no concerns.
The meaning of an extraordinary life lies in experiencing those rare “special moments.” Only through such moments can life be truly cherished.
Amicio, discontent with his fate, took it upon himself to create such moments.
He lived without worry.
He embraced the freedom that came with death.
Just as the black flames closed in, the rope beneath Amicio’s feet stirred.
As the flames neared him, shadows slithered from the ground, like tentacles, grabbing the rope and pulling it towards him.
Victory and defeat had long transcended the fear of life and death.
If he had given all his strength to fight the flames, there might still have been hope. But by splitting his focus, he had chosen the path to certain death.
Amicio, courageous enough to face death, yearned more for victory in this game.
But Alan’s eyes remained inscrutable, and his voice calm as he spoke.
“Don’t overthink it, Amicio. Today, you will be defeated here.”
Amicio knew this was coming.
From the very start, Alan had cast a spell on himself—a “future foresight”—allowing him to predict almost every move of Amicio.
This moment had already been foreseen by Alan!
At that very instant, the red flag on the rope was about to cross the line, bringing victory within Amicio’s grasp.
“It seems I’m one step ahead… Alan, you may as well settle for second place!” Amicio chuckled.
Then it happened.
The rope snapped!
Amicio stared in disbelief. The rope that had been infused with divine power by the God of Games and Gambles should have been unbreakable by any non-divine entity.
But the Fire that Burns Everything was no ordinary force. It was the most destructive power known to man.
The rope was burnt through by the black flames!
It was not pulled before Amicio.
A massive phoenix, bathed in black flames, flew from Alan’s side, its cry echoing as it seized the rope from the ground.
Amicio quickly used his powers to stop it, but he soon realized that he was already surrounded by the Fire that Burns Everything.
This was the end.
Pain coursed through his body as the dark flames corroded him, but he stood undeterred. However, even his courage could not overcome his powerlessness.
The one he had once dismissed had now grown into a formidable force—one that easily surpassed him.
Amicio smiled.
“The Babel Tower… it’s truly fascinating.”
“Ji, keep winning! I believe in you… Don’t lose, just keep winning like this.”
His journey ended here.
Amicio’s body and soul shattered into nothingness.
The game came to an end.
The rope was pulled up to Alan’s feet.
The third game remained unchanged…
Victory for Babel Tower!
Three to zero!
If Babel Tower wins the next game, the fifth match will become irrelevant, and Bai Yan will claim ultimate victory.
…
Suddenly, Alan’s calm demeanor shifted. He felt a surge of anger.
It was the wrath of the Fate’s Strings Master.
However, she did not appear.
Though she should have been able to arrive at Amicio’s side in an instant, she refrained. The Immortal Dragons were too powerful, and even the Fate’s Strings Master feared the consequences of facing them directly.
Alan understood.
He looked down on the goddess, for she never dared to face danger personally.
A god that resembled nothing more than an insect.
Alan remained silent for a while before letting out a sigh.
“We won.”
For as long as he could remember, he had always sought power—the power to protect the innocent. The scars left by the First Doomsday Crisis had never faded.
But it wasn’t until this very moment that Alan realized:
The present Alan was no longer the same. Now, he truly possessed the power to protect others.
He recalled the day over twenty years ago.
Back then, he was just a pawn, trapped in a cage, serving as an innocent sacrifice while witnessing Bai Yan’s game with “Pride.”
At that time, Alan had looked up to Bai Yan—admiring the incredible boy who had won everything and defeated the mighty Apocalypse, Pride.
From that moment on, Alan had admired him.
But when Bai Yan disappeared, Alan was filled with anguish. It felt unbelievable—not just because of friendship, but because of the admiration that had shattered deep within him.
For a time, Bai Yan had been invincible in Alan’s eyes.
“But now, I can’t say that anymore.”
“Bai Yan, I will first help everyone and revive the Savior… Then, I will revive you after.”
The silver divine power around him gradually dissipated as Alan smiled to himself.
“This time, I won the game. Now, I will come to save you.”
