Mu Zhen thought and recalled the scene when he first met the savior.
She knelt down on one knee in front of the cultist as if to pledge her allegiance to him.
He talked to himself a lot.
"Saving the world is not a game..." "Continuously meeting challenges is your destiny..."
Mu Zhen suddenly realized something.
Perhaps, the savior he knows is more "human" than the gods in the hearts of other members of the Tower of Babel.
It would be nice if he wasn't such a great being as the savior...
For some reason, this thought came to Mu Zhen's mind.
She herself was stunned.
"Hosin."
"Miss?"
"The snow in the yard is getting heavier and heavier. Let's sweep the snow again..."
"Um."
Huo Xing nodded and said with a smile: "In addition to the snow in this yard, there are many, many things you have to clean."
"But sooner or later you will clear them out."
—
Maryse sat blankly on her bed.
She could see her little self in the mirror from the bed, and an incredible feeling suddenly arose in her heart.
save the world
Just by yourself
It’s over, it’s the turn of people like me to save this world!
It’s really hopeless now!
She kept shaking her head, lost in thought.
There must be a mistake somewhere!
Why is this so? My first thought was just to get the attention of that guy Renault... but before I knew it, I started saving the world.
She smiled bitterly and lay stretched out on the bed, feeling that all the strength in her body was drained.
"Savior, I hope your idea of choosing someone is right. Maybe I really have the power to save the world..."
Although her strength has reached the level of a monarch, she is very self-aware.
Maryse knew in her heart that there were still hundreds of people stronger than herself in this world.
It seems a bit outrageous that it's my turn to save the world...
However, there is nothing we can do about it now.
"Let's think about happy things."
She shook her head and suddenly realized that her best friend, the former personal maid and now the housekeeper of the Augustus family, Ewen, had arrived outside the house.
[One by one, I'm scared.]
[So are you still afraid of something?]
Yiwen walked in with a smile and said: "I don't understand the big things in the Tower of Babel. I just think that as long as you can be happy, don't think too much, or you will be anxious."
"Thinking too little and acting like a fool will not lead to happiness." Maryse shook her head.
Yiwen was silent for a while and said: "Whether you are a human or an elf, what you should pursue is happiness. If you are anxious because of wanting 'happiness', wouldn't it be putting the cart before the horse?"
Maryse stuck out her tongue.
"Hey, I asked you to say all the words, but it's easy to say, how can it be so comfortable?"
"Then let's talk about something happy. Let's not talk about this now."
She and Maryse sat down on the big bed together and started talking as usual.
Yiwen smiled and said: "Let me think about happy things. For example, do you have someone you like recently?"
Maryse was stunned for a moment, and then she didn't speak for a long time.
"Ah, am I really right?" Yiwen was stunned.
She just gave it a try.
"I actually...can't count..."
Maryse gradually narrowed her eyes and said calmly: "There is a person who always makes me happy, makes me feel safe, and always thinks about me... But I can be sure of one thing... I haven't really fallen in love with him yet."
"Why?" Yiwen was stunned.
Maryse's tone suddenly became subtle, which was more in line with a twenty-eight-year-old woman.
"He is indeed very good, good in all aspects, great, but I still feel uneasy and dare not take action without permission... because he is so mysterious and has never let me listen to his heart."
Marys lowered her head slightly and said: "I can play with him, fight with him, eat, drink and have fun with him, because as long as he is around I can be happy... But I can't take this last step."
"That's it." Ewen nodded, completely understanding Maryse's thoughts.
She is indeed the kind of person who will not hand over her true feelings easily.
It is also because of the power of the mind that Marys can't believe it... There are many cases of knowing people but not knowing their hearts in the past twenty years.
Ewen asked tentatively: "So, try to get him to open his heart to you?"
Maryse smiled and said with some sadness: "I'm not stupid, how could I make such a request? In the end, I'm afraid even if I'm not a friend, I won't have to do it."
Her voice became lower and lower, and she hugged her knees and said: "Now I am living precariously, and I don't even belong to myself. It's not bad to maintain the relationship like this..."
Ewen was silent.
She knew that Maryse was actually afraid.
The girl had been hurt so much from friends and family that she was afraid of being hurt even more.
Does the true heart matter? Very important.
But things are not bad now, at least for her.
—
The last day.
Bai Yan returned to Chenhai.
He has lived in this city for more than ten years.
Bai Yan originally thought that he would not forget everything before the time travel, but now he discovered that after more than ten years, many details of the past have become blurred.
"Who am I?"
He stood on the university campus, suddenly changing back to his original appearance of Bai Yan, wearing ordinary clothes.
Not a savior, not a hedonist, not Viscount Edmond...
It's just Bai Yan.
To be honest, he would feel vaguely uneasy during this period of time.
His own time travel, the game at the Tower of Babel, the "game" ceremony thirteen years ago... everything seems to be a huge conspiracy.
And in this conspiracy, he seems to be the executor, but he has only a partial understanding of the whole thing.
What will happen at the end of the game "Tower of Babel"
he does not know.
But Bai Yan knew one thing very well. At this point, he had no choice but to stop the "Tower of Babel" game.
In three months, I gained too many things and encountered too many people and things...
Perhaps, even though I just wanted to play games, I was burdened with something.
Because some people trust him.
Bai Yan could never regard these operators as mere pawns, and could not ignore their trust and expectations for him... At this point, it was no longer possible to say that he was doing all this purely to clear the game.
"The purity is getting lower and lower... But, does purity help?"
Bai Yan laughed at himself and walked on campus.
He looked at the students coming and going. Three months ago, he, like many people here, was an ordinary person in the same grade.
Now I have completely gained a different life.
"I can't go back..."
He shook his head and left the university gate.
Will never come back here again.
"Mu Zhen, Maryse, Aaron..."
Bai Yan smiled when he recalled everything he had experienced during this period and the people he met.
The Tower of Babel is your "now".
Something to cherish.
"Let's face the next new challenge together."
At this moment, Bai Yan suddenly froze.
That black box…
He suddenly recalled many things. He was watched by the Eyes of Chaos in another dimension. He found a black box that might trigger a crisis of annihilation. He left the black box in the Tower of Babel...
Why would you do this
"I actually put such dangerous things into the Tower of Babel!"
Not long after, the "Tower of Babel" game began to experience interference from the Eyes of Chaos.
Yes, there were traces of Chaos in Chenhai not long ago.
You know, this city is obviously completely under your control! But they were able to bypass him without anyone noticing, and suddenly appeared in Chenhai!
"My thinking is disturbed..."
Bai Yan frowned deeply. He had never realized this until now!
He watches the world.
Watching me too.
In a daze, Bai Yan slowly raised his head and saw a dark golden, extremely huge, "bloodshot" pupil as big as a river in the sky.
It covered the sky and the sun, as if it was about to swallow the whole world.
Chapter 278: When the world is destroyed!
Rainbow calendar.
December 30, 1795.
The fantasy sea that separates three continents is boundless, and the gray-white turbulent waves rise and fall, as if they can swallow everything.
The old man in black and purple wizard robes stood calmly on the sea. No matter how violent the waves of the sea were, they could not shake him in the slightest.
He stared at the sky.
Moreover, there is no strange sky.
"The world is going to end."
The old man spoke slowly, and what he stated was not a prophecy, but an absolutely destined fact.
"All struggles are powerless, and no one can change this fate."
"Teacher, you are still so pessimistic."