I'm the Mysterious Leader of the Salvation Organization

Chapter 529:

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Long-standing wish, finally to be fulfilled.

Merete Chambers closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Moon Witch, Savior of Babel Tower, is this the title you wish to bestow upon me?"

Ha ha, oh witch.

"Indeed, it is true that I have always been a witch, and on this point, there is no room for debate."

Merete Chambers remained in Belan World, without returning to Noah World.

She sat on the chair in her house, with a calm expression.

This is a large mansion located at the highest point in the city. Merete Chambers, dressed in a black evening gown, sat on a chair by the edge of the rooftop. The chair was reclined, allowing her to relax. Surrounding the rooftop were beautiful white flowers and green foliage.

Merete Chambers would often sit here, holding a cup of coffee, calmly perceiving the happenings within this city.

Occasionally, she would also find some joy.

For example, she would witness some extremely unlikely coincidences, and strange occurrences that ordinary people could never achieve.

Merete Chambers would sometimes leave this place, capturing the criminals she had been keeping an eye on, to participate in a rather large-scale "death game" together.

Each time, she would only allow one person to leave the "death game" alive.

But in the next "death game," the witch would once again bring in the previous winner and engage in another fierce battle.

In short, throughout these years, none of the criminals who participated in the "death game" have managed to survive until now.

"Now everything has become boring."

Merete Chambers smiled gently as she lazily reclined on the wooden chair, gazing down at the bustling crowd below.

They could never understand what true destiny meant.

But deep down, they knew…

It was such a desperate situation.

The influence of the Ultimate Witch has been passed down to this day, and every night, Merete Chambers finds herself revisiting the past in her dreams.

The ultimate outcomes that herself has experienced, lifetime after lifetime, were forced upon her in dreams, as if in a VR game.

Until then, it was etched in her memory, unforgettable.

She knew why the Ultimate Witch would compel her descendants to experience those pains and despair, time and time again.

In order to always harbor hatred towards Rainbows.

She had indeed succeeded.

Merete Chambers considered herself no longer the same person as the Ultimate Witch, but still harbored a deep disdain for the existence of Rainbows. However, she still despised the Ultimate Witch the most.

That person, driven by revenge, even decided to ensure that "oneself" could never be happy again.

"What a terrible monster…"

She squinted her eyes and quietly judged "herself" in a murmuring tone.

Every dream deepened the hatred, every night was like that, even as a super being, there was no escaping it…

In the midst of hating, there was also fear.

Even Merete Chambers felt a faint sense of clear fear towards the inevitable despair that awaited her in every lifetime.

When she was five years old, she had already realized that she didn’t want to be trapped in such an ending. She had an intense desire to resist and destroy it.

Destroy fate!

Now, the opportunity has arrived!

The Savior of the Babel Tower will give her a chance to become a god, and once she becomes a god, destiny is no longer fixed, and everything will have a chance to change!

Merete Chambers squinted her eyes and muttered to herself:

"If I could become a god, I would definitely turn that scoundrel Bai Yan into a big, chubby cat and keep it in a cage… um, a jerk like it should stay in a cage for the rest of its life."

She knew several identities of Bai Yan, but no matter what, she couldn’t have anticipated one thing.

The "Savior" of Babel Tower, his true identity is that big scoundrel named Bai Yan.

This kind of thing was indeed too absurd to even consider in normal circumstances.

Unless…

Realizing that Profligate and the Savior shared a similar power…

But, during the recent Battle of the Beehive, Merete Chambers was not present at the scene.

She closed her eyes.

In an instant, consciousness had entered into the illusion.

Even without falling asleep, the present Merete Chambers could still enter into those "past illusions" at any time, witnessing her own deaths over and over again.

Familiar for a long time.

Fire.

She felt the heat, the smell, and the intense aura of the fire.

"Burn her to death!"

The witch opened her eyes and felt her arms and body, bound to the wooden frame, being struck by a terrible agony.

Even in her dreams, being burned countless times, she still found it unbearable.

In front of her were a group of excited farmers, fiercely throwing disgusting mud and waste at her, while the pristine white knights surrounding them remained immaculate and pure.

On a distant hilltop, the solemn and steady high priest stepped forward, raising his staff and gazing at the witch within the flames.

"Witch!"

"We, the representatives of the Almighty God, shall bestow upon you the most fair and sacred judgement! You shall not perish immediately, but instead be consumed by the divine flames for seven days and seven nights, enduring an unforgettable torment before being utterly destroyed!"

The taste of pain, etched deeply in her heart, Merete Chambers could feel every inch of her skin breaking apart, yet swiftly mending itself.

The sacred flames, under the church’s unique command, would burn for a full seven days before they could claim her life.

She closed her eyes.

All around her, everything started to change. The cursing and the sound of fiery explosions vanished, and were replaced by the calls of small animals and the mysterious sounds of various instruments.

It seemed like everything around her was filled with boundless joy.

Merete Chambers opened her eyes.

Her beautiful body was being impaled on a silver sword, stuck to a golden tree.

Blood trickled from the corner of the witch’s mouth, yet her eyes glimmered with disdain.

The brave heroes stood before her, their faces filled with anger and righteousness, despite being covered in wounds. In the end, they triumphed over the wickedness that plagued the land.

"Witch, we have come to vanquish you in the name of justice!"

But the witch replied,

"You simply don’t understand. Everything in the fairytale world has its own ‘destiny’. I just want to break free from the never-ending cycle of fate. You have killed me time and time again, yet you remain unaware that all the ‘stories’ are planned."

"This ‘fantasy world’ was a very frightening hell."

The heroes didn’t reply, but instead took out an axe and swiftly severed her head.

Using her fresh blood, they saved the sleeping princess, and made a magical treasure out of her eyes. They then protected the people for hundreds of years.

This time, Merete Chambers couldn’t open her eyes again.

"Dada dada dada…"

She sat in the steam-powered prison carriage, her eyes lost, her mouth sewn shut, heavy iron chains wrapped around her wrists and ankles, her frail body covered in gruesome scars.

But the witch still had a smile that was impossible to ignore.

Surrounding her were the church’s witch hunters, wearing crow masks and black cloaks, carrying steam-powered demon-slaying tools.

On both sides of the road, there were numerous curious townspeople.

They all wanted to witness what the legendary witch really looked like.

The leader of the witch hunters emitted a deep voice from beneath his mask.

"She committed an unforgivable crime, using evil powers to deceive the people with false help during the plague. Afterwards, she even dared to call herself the chosen one of the gods, misleading people to believe in her."

"This is the person who doesn’t respect the gods!"

A few children among the townsfolk lowered their heads, feeling uneasy and regretful.

The rumor of the elder sister being a daughter of the gods spread among them unintentionally, and confusingly turned into a children’s song.

Unbeknownst to them, it astonishingly spread throughout the entire city.

The prison carriage slowly moved forward.

She would be taken to the Steam Mechanical Tower, where she would spend the rest of her life as an experiment and a source of materials for medicine.

Merete Chambers opened her eyes once again.

In front of her were…Rainbows.

The deities of the Noah world watched her, and leading them was none other than the renowned Heart of Radiance.

Even the witches of that time trusted and worshipped the deities.

The goddess with golden long hair glowed radiantly from head to toe. Her expression was filled with remorse as she bravely faced the angry gaze of the witch and spoke slowly, without avoiding her wrath:

"I, unable to make any other choice… I’m sorry."

"I won’t ask for your forgiveness, but I’ll never forget today. I’ll keep trying to change and make up for it. That’s the only thing I can do."

Anomalous Star stood aside, shaking his head and saying, "There are no other solutions. Only the soul of the Ultimate Witch possesses the power of ‘endings,’ the Heart of Radiance. Even you cannot replace her."

"She is the only viable sacrifice, capable of postponing World’s destruction for thousands, perhaps even tens of thousands of years… By that time, perhaps everything will have a new turning point."

"Offerings? Am I some kind of doormat?"

The Ultimate Witch let out a sorrowful laugh, saying, "I was once filled with joy, thinking that you came to help me ascend to godhood and keep your promise. It seems I was truly too naive."

She grew more and more excited:

"I have always obeyed your orders and done countless good and bad things in Noah, constantly serving you guys who cannot act freely, just to hope for one day…"

"Enough!"

The young man in the darkness interrupted her, with a domineering and unsympathetic tone:

"Now, even with the appearance of the seventh god, World’s destruction cannot be stopped… Do not struggle, we will not hold back, go to your death!"

Fate’s Strings Master spoke, his voice calm, "You will not completely perish, for a portion of your soul will be preserved by the Heart of Radiance, allowing you to be reborn…"

"You can consider this as fate’s decree."

Among the six gods, only the Steel Throne and the Crimson Sovereign remained silent.

The Crimson Sovereign perhaps didn’t care about any of this at all.

And the Steel Throne…

"Hypocrite."

"I curse you!"

The Ultimate Witch glared at each deity with hatred, memorizing the appearance and expressions of every god. No matter how many times she was reborn, no matter what kind of person she became, she would never forget this moment!

She knew that there was no longer any chance of escape for herself, and she was definitely no match for the Rainbows.

She could only leave revenge to the future.

"You are not gods at all! You are just powerful beings! In pursuit of desires and benefits, for the so-called ideals and things that matter to you, you can do any despicable things, without rules and without keeping promises."

"One day, I will become a god and seek revenge on all of you!"

The Ultimate Witch continued, saying:

"Heart of Radiance! Even if I don’t seek revenge, one day you will drown in your own kindness. This world is simply not worth saving!"

The Heart of Radiance remained silent, without any argument.

She was the first among the gods to make a move.

"The Witch of the End…"

"Fate is so unpredictable. Can one become a deity and transcend it all?"

"Waiting for the day you become a god, you may realize that it is not so."

"Perhaps, one day… you will encounter your redemption… your Savior."

Darkness fell upon everything.

The Witch of Endings.

She was thrown into an endless abyss of darkness.

Countless pain and curses, despair, and fear filled every corner of the space.

When the Rainbow confronted the Outer God, her body was consumed by the Betrayers, becoming a cursed mark that prevented them from betraying the Witch’s reincarnation.

And as a sacrifice, her only remaining soul was cursed by the Outer God.

For eternity, a happy ending could never be reached.

Soul,

Plunged into darkness.

No more rays of light appeared, as if the eyes had closed forever, unable to open again.

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Merete Chambers opened her eyes once again.

The pangs of sorrow faded away, and an unabashed smile appeared on the witch’s face.

"Once again, I arrived at…"

"Babel Tower."

The black mist dispersed.

In front of her eyes, there stood a magnificent crystal palace, with a dome adorned with countless stars. Graceful musicians made of crystal were positioned all around, playing enchanting and ancient melodies.

Members of the Babel Tower stood in various places within the palace. They had different expressions, experiences, and even came from different worlds. They had different perspectives and belonged to different races.

At this moment, they were all invisibly bound together in one place.

The enigmatic Lord of the Tower, seated high upon the throne, was unshakable and unfathomable, beyond anyone’s comprehension.

The masked young girl took the lead and approached the towering and magnificent presence. She knelt down on one knee, filled with respect.

"Great Savior, thank you for summoning us. We have come in response to your call."

As if on cue, they all arrived at the same time.

Voices echoed in everyone’s minds.

["I am the Savior," he proclaimed.]

["Ladies and gentlemen, the warriors of Babel Tower."]

[All was done to save the past and the future, for this world on the brink of collapse and ruin,]

[Give up everything, ye shall.]

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