When Lilith used the permission of the humble citizens to enter the Tower and awaken high-ranking personnel such as Anastasia, only then did Anastasia realize how chaotic the situation on the continent was.
Alberto defeated the projection of the War God, and together with Anastasia, pulled the War God projection back to the Sea of Consciousness, but this triggered a mental plague, causing chaos across the continent due to the sudden downfall of Monarch An Zhu.
First to act were the dragons in the shadows. They quickly attacked An Zhu and the surrounding areas, helping the Avar and the Demon Clan stabilize the situation and control many ports, allowing Avars and demons at sea to continuously land.
The Avars and the demons appeared to have gained significant control; although they did not dare to go wild near Cape, they had already begun to collude with various cultists, attempting to replicate the War God projection’s arrival and summon other deities into the real world.
Some frenzied small kingdoms even wanted to sacrifice their own citizens to summon deities, causing these small kingdoms to continually declare war on their surroundings, and the entire continent had become a chaotic mess.
Originally, the dragons intended to take advantage of the chaos to give Cape a warning, but they were stopped by the dragons allied with Cape and the elves. Due to Cape’s impressive military deterrent, the dragons gave Cape face and invited him to the table to divide An Zhu.
However, at that time, Lind refused the dragons’ proposal and helped An Zhu stabilize the political situation, supporting a somewhat courageous puppet to ascend, which barely preserved An Zhu.
“Do I just need to press here?”
In the Tower, Lilith looked nervously at the futuristic device before her, which was completely out of place for this era.
Although she knew that the goddess was likely the artificial intelligence left over from the Golden Age, it was still strange for Lilith to see such advanced technology in this context.
“That’s right, you just need to place your hand on it,”
The awakened Anastasia and numerous tower personnel surrounded Lilith. Some cast curious glances, while others swallowed nervously, eager to see what the de-restricted Tower would be like.
No one was concerned about Lilith’s true identity anymore, or rather, it had become a level that most people could not reach.
This room was one that had almost never been opened within the Tower. Not to mention the other tower personnel present, even Anastasia barely remembered ever being here.
The entire room was bathed in a faint blue light, and flowing light shadows danced across the walls. The metallic walls subtly emitted complex light patterns, resembling some kind of intricate rune structure. The ceiling hung slender tubular lights, each emitting a soft glow and producing a faint humming sound.
Before Lilith was a screen embedded in the table, which displayed in three languages: “Please proceed with verification.”
Lilith gently placed her hand on it.
It seemed to have confirmed some information, and from within these technologically advanced yet ancient machines came the harmonized voice of the Golden Age: “Permission verification in progress, detected humble citizen permission, permission granted.”
“Connecting to the administrator, detected administrator’s line.”
“System self-diagnosis in progress.”
Listening to that precise Mandarin, although the prompt indicated that permission was granted, Lilith felt her heart unknowingly relax.
At this moment, the lights in the room changed, and the tower personnel and engineers from the Northern Border began to feel tense.
“System reboot in progress.”
After this impeccably formal Mandarin statement, the entire room dimmed, causing a stir among the people present, but before anyone could hold back, the lights suddenly brightened again.
“Permission verification in progress, confirming administrator’s line, elevating permission, welcome to the Tower of Babel, humble citizen.”
Lilith gained the highest permission currently available in the Tower.
Seemingly sensing something, Anastasia stepped forward and handed Lilith a note.
It contained three commands written using a universal phonetic method corresponding to three languages from the Golden Age, but for Lilith, these were unnecessary.
“Tower of Babel, activate administrator mode.”
Perhaps it was due to not speaking her native language for too long, but Lilith found the pronunciation somewhat awkward.
“Command confirmed, Tower of Babel, activating administrator mode.”
……
Meanwhile, several high-level professionals who had left the Tower were gazing at the towering structure from afar.
These professionals were external members of the Tower and not part of its core.
“What brings you here too?”
One high-level knight looked at a nearby high-level mage.
“I didn’t want to join the Avars; something about them feels off.”
This high-level mage looked quite young. Although high-level professionals generally have long lifespans when compared to ordinary people, and their appearances change less dramatically, being this young was indicative of considerable talent.
The high-level knight nodded and said, “Indeed, those Avars are now mixed in with the Demon Clan; I don’t like it.”
The other professionals observing the Tower also started chatting idly, agreeing with the high-level knight.
However, not everyone was opposed to the gathering of Avars and the Demon Clan; some found the offers made by the Avars unsatisfactory and decided to continue watching.
After all, while previously all high-level professionals would be managed by the Tower, high-level professionals were still quite rare and powerful for the locals, cloaked in a layer of mystery.
However, the Avars were different; many among them were also high-level professionals and had a complete evaluation system for high-level professionals. It was often difficult for these professionals to slip in, and even if they did, the offered conditions usually left them dissatisfied.
Especially the aspect of leaving their homeland to help the Avars fight against other nations on the Solun Continent.
In simple terms, it really came down to offering insufficient money and resources; anyone entering the Avars’ high-level professional circle could easily see that they would be stuck at the bottom, so these professionals preferred to remain the head of a chicken rather than the tail of a phoenix, opting not to join the Avars.
There were also some preparing to side with Cape. While Cape had employed many high-level professionals, it was noted that there had just been a war with Cape, and it was said that Cape’s management of high-level professionals would be even stricter than that of the Tower.
This made those high-level professionals, perhaps unknowingly, think back on the Tower and even feel nostalgic for its way of life, gathering here as a result.
“I heard Cape sent a team into the Black Fog; I wonder if they are waiting to restart the Tower.”
The high-level knight said with a hint of sentimentality while looking at the Tower shrouded in Black Fog.
“How is that possible? A dead Tower is just a fallen Tower; at least we are free now, aren’t we?”
One mage retorted.
Nostalgia for the Tower was normal, but they were unwilling to return to being managed by the Tower.
“Moreover, that administrator of the Tower has long since connected to the deep Sea of Consciousness; it’s basically impossible for them to return. Under such circumstances, if Cape wants to restart the Tower, it would require the goddess to truly manifest!”
The Tower would impart some forbidden knowledge to the high-level professionals below as rewards; it was evident that this mage had already contacted some of that knowledge.
But just at that moment, the Tower, enveloped in Black Fog afar, suddenly erupted with a light blue beam, piercing through the fog and shooting up into the sky.
The remnants of Eryx outside the Tower were continuously decomposed and purified under the illumination of the light blue radiance—rather than purification, it was more accurate to say that they were completely incinerated by this blue light.
In the eyes of the high-level professionals, the Tower began to “transform.”
Indeed, it was a “transformation” in the physical sense.
The body of the Tower continuously separated and reassembled; once a complete tower, it was divided into eight separate towers. At the center of these eight distinct towers, hollow circular rings with a mechanical texture began to rotate and rise.
The eight distinct towers separated from the Tower appeared merely as a base for this massive apparatus, supplying energy to those ascending rings, which soon rose to heights far exceeding those of the eight towers and even surpassed the original Tower, reaching limits beyond human imagination.
These floating rings formed a truly hollow “Tower.”
“The goddess… the goddess has truly manifested.”
The high-level mage stared in shock at the scene before him.
