Chapter 69
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Chapter 69: Bestowing and Powerlessness
Alan couldn’t understand why he had to perform such actions here.
He had fought with his “self” numerous times.
At least twenty times already!
Each time, he was unable to defeat “himself” within the given time limit, until now, when Alan finally realized something with stark clarity.
Ah, it turns out my power is so frustrating! I can only survive by being this weak!
His survival capability was too strong but his offensive power too weak, making it truly challenging for Alan to defeat “himself” in mere two minutes.
Throughout this battle, Alan gradually recognized the shortcomings in his role as a supernatural being.
Perhaps he should truly thank the owner of the Babel Tower for this.
If this weren’t a simulated trial, but reality instead, he wouldn’t have so many chances to begin anew.
Another defeat!
[Within the prescribed time frame, you must overcome your own projection. After each failure, the projection will reset.]
“I must become stronger, though this isn’t something achievable overnight, but at the very least I must push harder.”
He watched the office door open once again and the cycle beginning anew.
His “self” stepped back inside.
Alan smiled as increasingly more red balloons materialized around him.
More and more red balloons.
“Since this is an Imaginary Space, not the real world, then I won’t perish either, right?”
He continued creating more and more red balloons, his expression unwavering.
“Bang!”
The balloons exploded.
[Congratulations, “Mysterious Magic,” you have transcended your limitations.]
——
“Ah, finally free!”
Alan was drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. To his astonishment, he found himself seated in his original spot surrounded by familiar colleagues.
The situation moments ago…
Was it all just his imagination? It seemed as though nothing had occurred.
He had a sensation akin to a distant memory, and soon noticed that Lin Bian across the room had turned toward him.
“What’s wrong with you? Why do you look so agitated?”
Lin Bian is simply too perceptive!
He readily noticed something was amiss with Alan, nothing in the office seemed to escape his attention… except for the Mystical Power of the divine Babel Tower.
Alan smiled awkwardly, clutching his stomach while sweating and said, “No, it’s nothing. Just a slight stomach upset. Sorry, I’ll step out for a moment.”
“Given your physical constitution, is it even possible for you to experience indigestion?” Lin Bian inquired with a raised eyebrow.
Alan nodded repeatedly and anxiously replied, “Well, my body still falls within normal human parameters, although it has grown stronger… This morning, I ate Whataburger, extremely spicy crayfish, and super spicy hotpot…”
He exclaimed “ouch”, ceased explaining, quickly left the office, and rushed to the bathroom.
Alan stood in the bathroom, deep in thought, his expression growing serious.
Nevertheless, he didn’t want Lin Bian to know the truth. If this man discovered that he himself had become part of the Babel Tower, he would likely understand that he was being compelled by the Babel Tower.
But Lin Bian would certainly feel deeply troubled.
Once again, he failed to shield the important people around him.
Alan no longer wished for the man to experience sadness and despair again.
At that moment, a thick black mist surged from all directions, causing Alan to immediately feel an unsettling shock.
“Is this the dark mist of the Babel Tower?”
He instinctively attempted to use magic to escape, but found himself immobilized once again, completely unable to move.
Damn it!
[This is the reward bestowed upon you.]
Alan watched in horror as his arm extended automatically forward. Soon, an acute and piercing pain resonated throughout his body, indicating that the Blood of Darkness had been forcefully injected into him.
So excruciating!
What is this essence… the power to heal the body? Why do I possess this knowledge?
The reward from the Babel Tower?
The influx of information was overwhelming, and his reactions were sluggish. He only knew that Babel Tower harbored no malicious intent toward him, which provided slight comfort, but he remained in a state of profound shock.
Not yet complete, the next moment, vast information appeared in his mind in systematic order, revealing certain universal secrets. Alan felt dizzy and unable to process it all.
“Substitute Puppet Technique… what formidable magic.”
Why would such advanced knowledge be implanted in my mind?
Finally, Alan’s hands began to warm, and a collection of golden, sun-shaped patterns gradually formed.
What exactly is this phenomenon? Why is its power so overwhelming?
The Sun Anthem?
Faced with the steadily appearing golden patterns on his hands, Alan was greatly shaken, for the aura emanating from the patterns was overwhelmingly powerful and remarkably similar to that of the white obelisk!
Could this be the power of an ancient deity?
Pain overtook him again, and he was already soaked in sweat from head to toe, as if he had been thoroughly drenched.
“Ah!”
The continuous and excruciating pain nearly caused Alan to lose consciousness, but ultimately, with fierce determination, he endured and gritted his teeth.
Alan could sense himself growing increasingly powerful!
In mere seconds, it was as if a transformation had occurred, and he had become entirely different from his former self!
“The Savior of the Babel Tower, huh, hahaha, is this your method of attempting to win my allegiance?”
Alan’s face was covered in sweat, breathing heavily, but his eyes held a contemptuous gleam.
How could one’s loyalty to the Demon Hunt Agency and to the people of Tatsumi City be swayed by mere enticement of power?
Lin Bian, Mr. Trap, Bai Yan… I could never betray them and pledge fealty to some inexplicable Babel Tower!
“Stop trying to control me!” Alan almost roared, striking the bathroom wall.
After considerable time, he emerged from the bathroom wearing an oddly composed expression.
That day, Alan requested leave in advance and returned to his residence.
At nightfall.
He arrived at the deserted rooftop and raised his arms to both sides.
The resplendent and dazzling sunlight erupted instantly, leaving nothing but golden radiance in its wake, purging all evil and impurities!
The Sun Anthem!
The terrifying energy shockwave swept across the rooftop, yet it caused no substantial damage.
This is a powerful attack targeting the soul level, nearly ineffective against inanimate objects, equivalent only to a warm current.
Alan stared at the golden patterns on his hands and muttered in disbelief:
“The power of this force is indeed tremendous, equivalent to the impact of ten Explosive Balloons detonating at close range on a living organism… If the target is evil or corrupt, the lethality increases several fold.”
Preparing ten Explosive Balloons requires time, but “The Sun Anthem” needs only a single gesture.
Most crucially, this power surprisingly originates from an ancient god!
Though it was merely an extremely weak divine power, it left Alan deeply unsettled. Indeed, only the legendary “chosen ones” in Noah’s history possessed power from the gods!
The most renowned chosen one in the entire world happens to be the current Savior of Dark Light’s “Divine Executor.”
People fearfully refer to him as the “Incarnation of Dark Light.” He stands alone at rank “Zero” in the Euro League’s hierarchy, and is, in fact, the supreme ruler in the Euro League’s secular world.
“I’m clearly not the chosen one… why do I possess divine power?”
The mysteries of the Babel Tower are numerous, its wonders endless. Alan gazes at his hands, overwhelmed by profound unreality and helplessness.
It seems as if the owner of the Babel Tower uses the universe as a chessboard and all living beings as pieces, and regardless of their struggles, they remain nothing more than helpless ants trapped in a game.
“What course should I take?”
Perplexed, confused, frightened… Even as his power grew stronger, or rather, precisely because it had suddenly increased, Alan felt even more powerless before the mysterious existence of Babel Tower.
The notion of wanting Demon Hunt Agency and Babel Tower to collaborate is perhaps too presumptuous.
Both entities exist on entirely different planes.
In the following days, he never slept well, his eating and sleeping patterns disturbed, and his condition deteriorated significantly.
Alan underwent another Training Simulation after two days, and this time his “projection” proved even more formidable than before.
After fighting desperately again, Alan grew increasingly confused and acutely realized that regardless of his struggles, he had become “prey” in Babel Tower’s grasp.
He couldn’t even glimpse the “Savior”!
His own perspective of himself held no significance!
“Damn it!”
Just as Alan was lamenting his inadequate strength, a familiar cold voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
[Mysterious Magic, you will soon be summoned.]
What?
Alan was stunned momentarily, realizing… the mysterious Savior actually intended to meet him!
“The Savior?”
The dense black mist had already engulfed him, Alan hadn’t even time to react, and everything before him disintegrated and collapsed.
When Alan fully regained consciousness, he found himself no longer in Tatsumi City.
He had arrived at a magnificent place!
A gentle breeze swirled around him, Alan opened his eyes and beheld a circular temple standing tall amidst the clouds. Towering ancient Roman columns stretched skyward on all sides. Before him lay a grand and noble white staircase, leading to a pure marble throne.
“That being is…” Alan’s pupils contracted.
The mysterious figure seated on the throne wore a black robe, exuding an exceptionally eerie and enigmatic aura, emanating such powerful oppression that Alan struggled to breathe.
Behind the mysterious being blazed a golden sun occupying half the sky!
Within the dense black mist nearby, two women wearing white masks resembling a dog and a cat respectively materialized, one tall and one short. Undoubtedly, they were Babel Tower members who had appeared in the video!
“Nightsaber” approached slowly, placing a hand on her chest and respectfully announced, “Owner of the Babel Tower, I, Nightsaber, have arrived at your summons.”
“Psychic Dancer” observed Alan in silence.
Alan, facing the golden sun, felt uncertain and swallowed hard. He gazed, slightly trembling, at the mysterious figure upon the pure white throne.
“This is…”
The Savior of the Babel Tower?
