Chapter 588
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Chapter 588: The Game of Ruin-Level Relics
Rolling dice.
“Knock, knock, knock…”
A large die tumbled across the ground.
The sound was both melodious and unsettling, immediately capturing everyone’s attention.
Amy’s game piece advanced to the store. Within the shop, players could spend their accumulated coins to purchase treasures or services.
Each of these so-called “treasures” carried unique effects. Some provided an extra burst of temporary energy during player battles, others halved one’s energy. Some granted a +2 bonus to the next dice roll, while certain treasures even allowed a player to roll twice and choose their preferred outcome.
Beyond that, the store also offered a variety of services, each with distinct advantages. However, one thing remained consistent—every service had a valuable purpose.
Amy spent nearly all her coins, selecting a particular service: exemption from the effects of two trap squares.
After analyzing her options, she concluded that this was the most cost-effective choice at the moment.
The game had already progressed through more than ten rounds. Both teams’ pieces had crossed over half the board.
Yet, one undeniable fact stood out—Solitary and Pride were far ahead.
They weren’t just leading in terms of position on the board; their resource advantage was overwhelming.
From an objective standpoint, Amy and Maryse had little chance of overturning the situation.
Even so, the two remained calm and unwavering.
Their belief was firm—with the great Babel Tower hero back, victory was inevitable.
No matter how dire the circumstances seemed, they were convinced they would triumph in the end!
A Turning Point
“My turn!” Maryse declared, picking up the dice and rolling once more.
The die spun across the board, bouncing erratically before finally landing.
A six.
“Hmm…”
Pride frowned. Something felt… off.
Yet, no matter how he analyzed it, he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was wrong.
And then, as if by some unseen force, the tides began to shift.
Maryse and Amy’s fortunes started rising—luck seemed to be on their side.
Meanwhile, Pride and Solitary encountered an unexpected streak of misfortune.
“This is impossible!”
Several rounds passed before Pride could no longer hold back his frustration.
“This is absolutely ridiculous! You two are cheating!”
Maryse widened her eyes, feigning innocence.
“Oh? Strange, what do you mean? I don’t understand. Weren’t you the ones cheating?”
Her words dripped with mockery.
Pride’s expression darkened. “What trickery did you use?”
Amy remained silent, while Maryse flashed a mischievous smile, her expression reminiscent of a smug little cat.
“It’s nothing,” the half-elf replied with mock seriousness. “Just pure luck.”
“Luck? Impossible!”
Pride, a being who prided himself on absolute control, was seething. How could he lose in luck?
But despite his fury, there was nothing he could do.
These were the rules of the game.
Suspicion Rises
“Wait… what exactly did you two do?”
All eyes locked onto Maryse and Amy. A powerful aura surged from the furious Pride.
At the same time, Solitary, his silent companion, remained eerily composed.
As one of Pride’s most trusted allies, Solitary was no ordinary opponent. His strength was unquestionable—an upper-ranked Apocalypse, wielding devastating power.
Even so, Maryse showed no fear.
She sneered. “Idiot, just roll the dice already. Stop acting like you’ve been wronged. In a game like this, it doesn’t matter how we win. Do you really think it makes a difference whether we cheat or not?”
Her words were sharp, laced with defiance.
“In a battle of life and death, both sides will use any means necessary.”
The Real Power Behind the Game
Bai Yan silently observed the unfolding events from Amy’s perspective.
The sudden shift in their luck was no coincidence.
It was a result of the Ruin-level Relic and his authority over the game itself.
Yes—his “game” power could alter the data within Babel Tower. It extended beyond the tower’s rules, allowing him to manipulate the dice within this match as well.
Paired with the Realm of Infinity and the Ever-changing Facade, Bai Yan’s influence over the game was profound.
He controlled the dice rolls.
The once-absolute “luck” of Pride was now utterly meaningless in the face of Bai Yan’s calculated interference.
More importantly, Bai Yan had deduced a critical truth—his opponents had also been tampering with fate.
Pride and Solitary’s previous streak of good fortune was unnatural. They had been using some hidden force to manipulate their own luck.
A game where dice rolls could be controlled was no longer a game of chance.
It was outright warfare.
A Silent Enemy
Yet, one thing troubled Bai Yan.
Despite Pride’s frustration, Solitary remained disturbingly quiet.
While Pride raged, the most formidable opponent—Solitary—stood unshaken, watching the events unfold with eerie detachment.
It was as if he still believed he had the upper hand.
Bai Yan narrowed his eyes.
“This is not a good sign.”
The Final Rounds
Several more rounds passed.
The chess pieces advanced, closing the gap between both sides.
Only three to five rounds remained.
Victory was within reach.
Maryse and Amy knew it—they had already won.
Their Savior had ensured it.
“Hahaha!”
Pride suddenly burst into laughter.
“We’ve reached the final stretch… and this is where things truly become interesting!”
Maryse scoffed.
Interesting?
To her, the only thing that mattered was winning.
Once this game ended, she had many questions for the Savior.
A Web of Lies
The Third Doomsday Crisis.
A mysterious letter.
The Keeper of Secrets and Profligate—both were the same person.
That person was none other than Bai Yan.
Years ago, Mu Ling had once knelt before him.
What exactly was his connection to the Savior?
Maryse had spent years digging through every trace of information she could find about Bai Yan’s past in Tatsumi City.
She slowly pieced together the truth.
His deception ran deeper than she had ever imagined.
And yet…
There were still things that didn’t add up.
Bai Yan possessed the ability to “split himself.” But despite all her findings, something felt off.
Now, in the depths of her mind, something called itself “the incomplete soul of the Savior.”
But was it really him?
Even Maryse wasn’t sure anymore.
No matter what, she would make him confess everything.
She needed the truth.
And then, she would decide—to leave him or to stay.
Perhaps… she had never been the one he loved.
Maybe it was all just wishful thinking.
If that were true…
Maryse’s heart sank.
A Sudden Change
“Maryse!”
Amy’s urgent voice broke through her thoughts.
Maryse snapped back to reality.
Something was wrong.
The board game, the dice, the opponents—all of it was gone.
Even Amy had disappeared.
She was alone.
“Maryse, you’ve vanished from my sensors! Can you hear me—”
Amy’s voice abruptly cut off.
Silence.
Maryse’s breath hitched.
What the hell just happened?
Was the game still in progress?
Then—
The sound of dice rolling echoed in the emptiness.
Amy’s turn.
Maryse’s eyes widened.
Were they still in the same room… but unable to see each other?
A voice echoed in her mind.
[Stay calm, Psychic Dancer.]
[This is the power of a solitary Ruin-level Relic.]