Chapter 584
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Chapter 584: Cheating
Another game had ended.
Amidst a shimmering silver glow, the two of them stood face to face once more.
Bai Yan, dressed in black robes, regarded the other figure calmly.
The person before him bore an uncanny resemblance to himself—a perfect mimicry of his face.
“You lost again,” Bai Yan stated flatly.
Solitary remained silent, his expression unchanged. There was no trace of emotion on his face, not even a flicker of frustration.
Yet, Bai Yan could feel it—the deep-seated confidence emanating from him. This man radiated an unshakable belief that he could never truly lose.
The Edge of Defeat
The Tower organization stood precariously on the brink of collapse.
But even now, Solitary seemed to believe in his inevitable victory.
Bai Yan knew the stakes. One more loss for Solitary, and Babel Tower would claim a decisive triumph. The outcome of the fifth and final round would become meaningless.
The current situation was dire for Solitary.
To reclaim his position, he needed to win the remaining two team games. Only a flawless reversal could turn the tides in his favor.
Still, Bai Yan couldn’t understand the source of Solitary’s unwavering confidence.
Did he have an ace up his sleeve?
A hidden strategy?
Whatever the case, Bai Yan wasn’t afraid.
Though the Babel Tower’s tactical and entertainment cards were mostly depleted—largely due to Mu Ling’s actions over a decade ago—he still possessed something far more powerful.
Ruin-Level Relics
Unbeknownst to others, Bai Yan had access to Ruin-level Relics:
“Thousands of Ruins, Everything Is Used”
“Realm of Infinity, Ever-Changing Facade”
“Overflowing in the World, Recording Everything”
These relics, in addition to the Babel Tower itself, could be deployed to members at any time.
With these resources, even seemingly insurmountable opponents could be crushed.
Solitary should have known the true strength of Babel Tower’s members. So why was he so confident?
Bai Yan couldn’t figure it out. But one thing was clear: until victory was in his hands, he wouldn’t allow himself to lower his guard.
No Celebration Yet
Bai Yan had seen too many games where the tide turned at the last moment, where a “drop of blood” led to a miraculous comeback.
Pride and arrogance were dangerous when paired with weakness, ignorance, or foolishness.
He wouldn’t celebrate prematurely.
The Fourth Game
“The fourth game,” Solitary announced, his voice devoid of emotion.
Before him lay countless paper tags, each inscribed with the name of a game.
Bai Yan’s enhanced vision allowed him to see the names clearly, but the game details remained hidden.
This concealment was the God of Games’ attempt at fairness. Otherwise, as the one choosing the game, Solitary would have had an unfair advantage.
Still, Bai Yan scoffed inwardly. He never believed in fairness.
Solitary, as the game initiator, could modify the rules. Where was the fairness in that?
After a moment of silence, Solitary selected a tag.
“This one,” he said, holding it up.
The chosen game: “Game of the Brave.”
A Familiar Setup
Bai Yan furrowed his brow but quickly understood.
This was a tabletop game, a board game resembling a scene from a movie he had once watched.
Players would gather around a map, roll dice, and move their characters forward, encountering various events along the way—similar to Monopoly.
The goal was simple: guide your character to the end of the map and win.
But in the Game of the Brave, the events were fraught with danger. Unlike the trivial perils of a movie, Bai Yan knew these dangers would be far more lethal.
Even for super-beings, rules-based threats were nearly impossible to counter.
An Unfair Rule
Just as Bai Yan was piecing the game together, Solitary spoke again, his tone steady and calm.
“There’s a new rule,” he said.
“Babel Tower god-level members are forbidden from joining. But Tower god-level members are allowed to assist.”
Bai Yan blinked in surprise.
This rule… was completely unfair.
Even as the God of Games, the creator of the Dueling Game, Solitary had no right to impose such a rule!
Bai Yan’s gaze sharpened. In the silver glow surrounding them, he noticed something darker—a faint shadow.
It was Solitary’s power.
“You’ve eroded His power,” Bai Yan said, his voice laced with accusation.
Solitary nodded.
“Indeed,” he admitted. “The gap in power between me and Him is vast. But after thousands of years of analysis, I’ve managed to integrate a small fraction of His divine power.”
He continued, his tone unwavering.
“With this, I can create a backdoor—a way to manipulate the rules at critical moments.”
Cheating in the Open
“There are only two games left,” Solitary added.
“In one of them, I’ll use the backdoor. That will ensure your loss.”
He paused, his gaze fixed on Bai Yan.
“What’s wrong, false Savior of Babel Tower? Are you going to cry about fairness?”
Solitary had openly cheated.
Everyone knew the insurmountable gap between gods and non-divine beings. The idea of defeating a god was almost laughable.
An Unexpected Response
Solitary waited for Bai Yan’s reaction.
But instead of outrage, Bai Yan smiled—a smile that was equal parts amused and wild.
“Clap.”
Bai Yan gently applauded, his demeanor radiating a sense of calm excitement.
“Fairness? Don’t be ridiculous,” he said, his tone almost mocking.
“This game was never fair to begin with. Why would I waste time blaming you for doing what we’ve all been doing from the start?”
He leaned forward, his smile widening.
“Go ahead, Solitary. Let’s see how far you can push this.”
Acceptance of Unfairness
In truth, Bai Yan had no reason to complain.
The members of Babel Tower, strengthened by the tower itself, were effectively “cheating” in their own way.
Fairness was a myth.
In the real world, there was no such thing as an equal playing field. Bai Yan knew this better than anyone.
A Challenge Accepted
Solitary nodded, understanding Bai Yan a little better now.
Bai Yan, meanwhile, clapped his hands again, his enthusiasm palpable.
“Finally, something interesting,” he said. “The first three games without you were putting me to sleep. Come on, Solitary. Show me your ‘brave’ game.”
