Chapter 83

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Chapter 83: Metamorphosis

After returning home in the evening, Mu Ling entered the bedroom only to discover that her clothes had still not reverted to their original form, and she remained unable to transfer to other garments.

“…”

She stood before the mirror, observing carefully, and there were no signs of her appearance returning to normal.

“How long will this state persist? Surely it cannot be permanent, can it?”

Could it be that the Savior prefers me in this state?

Mu Ling’s mind was filled with various events from today. After repeatedly reviewing them, she suddenly recalled the “Savior” she had encountered at school.

That person was experiencing life as a student at the time…

Perhaps he possessed more humanity than she had imagined.

Upon careful reflection, the Savior might possibly be some ancient deity who had recently been revived and was gradually regaining self-awareness and recognition in the present world.

Compared to Outer Gods, whose existence cannot be comprehended by normal life, most of the ancient gods buried in history or new gods like the “Rainbows” possess “humanity” that humans can understand.

Or, describing it as “conventional thinking of intelligent life” would be more accurate.

Mu Ling couldn’t figure it out, knowing only that she had never seen the Savior as an ordinary person again. The subsequent encounters with him in Babel Tower were all more mysterious and unfathomable.

She had already been given too much, making it difficult to repay. The feeling of gratitude had already overflowed.

But they were ultimately beings who existed in two different worlds.

Mu Ling struggled to comprehend his thoughts, as the mysteries of both the Babel Tower and the Savior’s presence remained inscrutable puzzles.

She shook her head and ceased contemplating about the Savior.

Mu Ling still didn’t want to sleep in clothes, even though she couldn’t change into her pajamas for the time being. She removed her new clothes, arranged them neatly, and then got into bed to prepare for sleep.

“I feel quite comfortable sleeping like this… Mmm.”

She lay on the bed silently contemplating many things.

“I must become stronger, and then I must kill that man.”

Mr. Mystery.

He is a high-ranking priest in the Black Star Faction responsible for Tatsumi City, who has been active throughout the Air Alliance for decades, and has single-handedly created the tragedy of the Hunter Clan.

If Mr. Mystery is not eliminated, all revenge will be meaningless and honor will never return to the family.

And after killing Mr. Mystery?

She suddenly experienced this unprecedented thought.

Continue, continue the fight, until the entire Black Star Faction is destroyed by her own hands.

Mu Ling paused momentarily and suddenly felt engulfed in uncertainty.

And then?

Yes, once the Black Star Faction is destroyed… Hmm, everything will come to an end.

However, what lies beyond “the end” of a story?

She had never considered it before, but recently, with the Savior’s assistance, the progress of revenge had been soaring. Mu Ling’s spirits were so elevated that she could hardly contain herself, until now when they had gradually settled.

So, what shall I do after achieving my goal?

Mu Ling gazed silently at the nocturnal scene beyond the window, but no conclusion emerged for a long while.

Indeed, since that day, I have been living solely for “glory and revenge,” without considering anything else.

However, my present self has already changed…

What is it that I ultimately live for?

Who am I truly?

Mu Ling? Hunter? Nightsaber? The Hound of Babel Tower?

The girl fell into deep contemplation, as certain seemingly meaningless things can perpetually haunt a person’s life.

If it were for more secular-minded individuals, they might scoff at it, but some rationalists act neither for profit nor for themselves, spending their entire lives searching for the value of existence.

Suddenly, Mu Ling felt a burning within her soul.

The familiar and dispassionate voice resounded once more, as if devoid of any trace of humanity.

[This is the sublimation given to you.]

Savior?

Mu Ling paused briefly, realizing that she had been bestowed with something again.

In truth, she was somewhat overwhelmed by all the gifts she had received in less than a month. Indeed, she had already received too many favors.

As someone who believes in avenging grievances and repaying kindness, she no longer knew how to reciprocate so many favors.

“My heart is ablaze with emotion!”

Mu Ling drew a deep breath and could feel the fervent heat of her body, generating an immensely significant transformation!

This scorching heat wasn’t illusory, but genuinely burning. Two light blue flames constantly burned deep within her own body!

They seemed like a part of her very soul, undergoing a dramatic transformation!

Burn! Rise! Soar!

Mu Ling felt every cell from the depths of her body to the crown of her head calling out, with her soul continuously overflowing with greater power, more acute senses, and a more resilient and flexible body.

She couldn’t help but recall a line from “Traveling with an Enlightened Heart,” written by the “Truth Scholar.”

“I have ascended to a higher realm today, and am wandering in the company of fellow travelers.”

Physical sublimation!

Mu Ling eventually regained consciousness from this extraordinary and unprecedented experience, though she couldn’t determine how much time had passed. Upon coming to, she realized her entire body was drenched.

I, myself, have become powerful.

She was deeply moved, and her transformation was not merely growth, but a fundamental awakening, realizing that she had risen to a position of power.

“It’s truly remarkable, how did it happen… difficult to comprehend.”

Even though Mu Ling had increasingly been able to accept the various extraordinary aspects of the Babel Tower, at this moment, she remained deeply shaken and unable to regain composure!

Suddenly boosting a person’s power beyond normal limits is not impossible, but often both the enhanced and enhancer must pay a considerable price.

The Savior’s methods resemble more of a divine miracle that only a “rainbow” could achieve, but even rainbows rarely demonstrate such… miracles.

Regardless of whether the Savior possesses humanity, Mu Ling could once again confirm one thing.

The Savior is undoubtedly a divine and magnificent being!

——

Tatsumi City, East district. Within a narrow alley.

“Engaging in illegal trading of ‘Peeping’ beyond a certain quantity warrants the death penalty. Surely you are aware of this.”

After speaking, Alan calmly laid the unconscious criminal on the ground with an impassive expression.

“Peeping” is an extremely dangerous liquid medicine. Once consumed, people instantly gain an “overdose of knowledge,” and during the period of the drug’s efficacy, they experience a sensation of near omniscience.

Both ordinary people and extraordinary beings can easily become addicted to it, but the cost of consumption is the gradual loss of one’s soul.

It is said that the inventor of this substance was an ancient worshipper of an evil deity, and the process of continuously using this potion is equivalent to sacrificing one’s soul step by step to the Outer God he worships.

The Mist of the White Shore.

Under the moonlight, Alan’s emotions were quite complex.

Tatsumi City had been increasingly turbulent lately, with wave after wave of unrest.

The affairs of the Augustus family had been fully exposed, and the entire family was under investigation. Meanwhile, the missing Maryse Augustus, suspected to be a member of the Babel Tower group, was also being thoroughly sought.

“Ah, that girl turned out to be from the Augustus family.”

Alan felt conflicted. He couldn’t shake the feeling that perhaps he shouldn’t have pursued her, but no, he mustn’t think that way.

I am an undercover agent hiding within Babel Tower, but ultimately I remain a Night Watcher for the Demon Hunt Agency.

Alan was communicating with his team members in the voice channel.

“I have reached my position here. Hmm, it appears to be a foreign immigrant who cannot communicate, a half-orc with tremendous strength.”

“Hurry over here, I have already subdued the target.”

“I…”

He suddenly felt an internal surge of fervor!

Damn it, what’s happening?

[This is the sublimation bestowed upon you.]

Bai Yan’s voice, wait, is he also the Savior of the Babel Tower?

Alan was startled, his body grew increasingly hot, yet he was completely powerless to resist this transformation occurring within him.

Fortunately, the criminal had already been rendered unconscious, otherwise there might have been an incident at this moment.

“Hey, Alan, what’s wrong?”

“No, it’s nothing…”

Several minutes elapsed before Alan regained consciousness in a daze, feeling dehydrated.

He soon discovered, to his amazement, that he had become significantly stronger.

It really was that straightforward to become stronger!

“Why does the Savior keep bestowing things upon me in waves? Could he be attempting to bribe me? What’s the true story behind this?”

In just a few days, Alan had already received numerous benefits, and his progress toward becoming stronger had been advancing rapidly.

He couldn’t help but contemplate a possibility.

The prophecy book had explicitly stated that he was the one who would ultimately save the world, which meant he was truly significant.

The Savior also believed there was a possibility for him to save the world, and had been providing various benefits to cultivate him.

The Savior could very likely be a reviving ancient god. Moreover, many malevolent ancient beings similarly nurture their significant offspring and followers.

I’m not a believer of the Savior.

Could it be that my true identity is actually…

The Child of the Savior!

After deducing this seemingly absurd yet actually logical conclusion, Alan was plunged into silence.

“Upon careful consideration, it is more likely that I’m the Savior’s descendant. Could the Savior actually be my ancestor?”

His thoughts became increasingly scattered.

——

“Alas, it’s unfortunate that I’ve already completed the game once and know that you’re not very useful at this stage. I apologize, little one.”

Um, I can’t inform her about those two individuals leveling up.

“Psychic Dancer’s period of peak performance has not yet arrived; her strongest ability needs to be triggered during the middle period, and gradually diminishes towards the later stages.”

Bai Yan languidly reclined on the sofa, calmly playing that obscure game.

Midnight had already arrived.

The current time was precisely when they had initially agreed to meet.

After a while, Bai Yan entered the game and registered an account named ‘Seeking Thrill’, then joined the second game server.

He waited for an extended period but encountered no one else.

Just as Bai Yan was suspecting he might have been deceived and was preparing to exit the game to sleep, a notification appeared in his friends list, indicating a new friend request.

Account name, “Autumncamesoon.”

“This person again,” Bai Yan narrowed his eyes and chose to accept the friend request.

“Autumncamesoon: It appears you truly and sincerely wish to join us.”

“Seeking Thrill: Yes, I genuinely admire the Babel Tower. I believe this organization is impressive from beginning to end. I’m certain its owner must be incredibly powerful and remarkable!”

“Autumncamesoon: Haha, you’re correct.”

“Autumncamesoon: Actually, I have a way to arrange a meeting between you and the true owner of the Babel Tower.”

“Autumncamesoon: He… is our Savior.”