I’m the Mysterious Leader of the Salvation Organization

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Another point is gained.

Babel Tower has already scored two points.

Next comes the third game.

In the special dimension formed by the silver divine power, Bai Yan once again encountered Solitary, but he discovered that Solitary remained indifferent, completely unaware that he was on the verge of defeat.

Hmm.

Bai Yan couldn’t help but ponder, feeling a sense of… It seemed like Solitary was more than just emotionless. In reality, he didn’t care at all about the outcome of the previous two games.

Could it be that he had absolute confidence in winning the upcoming games?

Where did this certainty and confidence come from?

Next, the third game was about to begin.

Solitary was chosen again.

Paper slips appeared, with simple and easy-to-understand words written on them… This game seemed to be very simple and easy to understand. It was just a very common type of game.

"Tug of war."

Such a simple and easy-to-understand traditional game, but it was very easy to determine the winner.

As long as they pulled the marker in the middle of the rope over a certain distance, they would win.

But Solitary was accompanied by a new rule.

"The rope used in the tug-of-war… weighs as much as a little mountain."

Hmm?

Bai Yan fell into contemplation. The crucial keyword of this rule, the essence, lies in the weight… Why was weight chosen?

Who should be sent in the end to deal with this Solitary character?

In the game just now, he didn’t send the Tower organization’s former members, but rather Silence, the peculiar one he found difficult to deal with.

The new enemy could also very well be an unknown entity.

The information about the Tower organization that he currently possesses, in fact, is of no use, and could even be misleading.

Since that’s the case, all he needed to do was select someone skilled at tug-of-war and send them into this game.

So, who was the best at tug-of-war?

Hmm…

Bai Yan pondered for a moment. This game had no restrictions on supernatural abilities, so he ought to choose fighters from among the Apocalypses.

And the one who could adapt to all sorts of situations, all kinds of enemies… only he remained.

He muttered to himself, saying, "…"

"So, it’s decided, it will be you."

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Alan.

He waited for a long time in the silver glow.

During this waiting process, Alan wasn’t completely cut off from any information. Instead, he learned about the game and the information about being solitary through the voice of the Savior.

And…the situation of the previous two games.

At the beginning, Alan had a peculiar feeling.

He would join the battle himself.

It was mainly because of his diverse abilities that he always found a way to win in any game he encountered.

Someone like Maryse, a highly specialized player, would surely lose if she played a game where "you can’t guess what the opponent is thinking." It would be a complete defeat.

Finally, in this very moment, he realized that it was his turn to join the battle.

And the game to be played was…

Tug of war!

"Pull, pull the rope?"

Alan had a question mark popping up in his mind, then immediately realized that this tug of war was not an ordinary one.

Because, his darn rope was as heavy as a whole mountain!

"This is not called tug-of-war… I suggest renaming it… Move the mountain!"

Soon, Alan arrived at the scene of the third game.

This is a black platform beneath a cosmic starry sky. On the other side stood a man wearing a black cloak, and in between them, there was an ordinary-looking black rope.

The black rope is fifty meters long. In the middle, there is a red symbol, and below the symbol, there is a very precise white line.

As long as you pull the red symbol on the rope past the white line, to your side about ten meters away, then you will be considered the winner.

Alan gazed at his opponent and said, "Hmm… There’s no mistake… It’s you!"

Underneath the black cape, a familiar sound quickly emerged.

"All of a sudden, Aaron was recognized, oh, Alan, long time no see, I missed you so much… It seems that our ‘destinies’ are entwined, unexpectedly, we are going to have another life and death showdown."

The opponent was none other than Amicio, the Son of God who was saved by Fate’s Strings Master all those years ago.

The present Silence, a new member of the Tower organization, goes by the name "Fear," while Amicio, in fact, has also become a new member of the Tower organization.

Its name was…

Its name was ‘Greed’.

Amicio removed his black cloak.

He was as charming as always.

That unique demeanor, no one could ignore.

He smiled, seeming completely unconcerned about the barbecue incident from last time.

Amicio said, "Alan, it’s amazing how we meet again, and this time it’s while playing a tug-of-war game, isn’t it magical?"

"This was a seemingly childish and simple game, but in reality, it was full of excitement…"

"Because this rule is just too simple, and our extraordinary powers are still intact, so playing is almost without limits… it should be fun, right?"

Alan remained silent, not uttering a word in response.

But, in reality, he shared the same thought as Amicio.

And that is the simple and understandable game of "Tug of War," which actually has a simple and understandable way to win.

Kill the opponent!

As long as they defeat the opponent in the Tug of War, the game naturally and effortlessly becomes a victory!

"Alan, how about giving up? Well, this time won’t be any different from before, last time you couldn’t defeat me in a one-on-one fight…right?"

Amicio stood high above, a smile on his face, almost looking down on the man before him.

He was becoming a more and more boring fellow.

Amicio had always believed so.

Ganis, at one point, contemplated taking control of this guy’s destiny, or stirring up discord between him and Ganis, ultimately leading to both of them fighting each other.

However, under the leadership of the Savior, the people of the Babel Tower possessed an incredibly strong bond.

He couldn’t squeeze in anymore.

And this man, too, was without confusion, becoming dull.

Alan looked calmly at him, realizing that the other person hadn’t changed much.

He suddenly shook his head lightly,

"You don’t understand, Amicio… I have changed a lot since then. In the past, you were a highly respected son of the gods, and you were always superior. But now, I have gained true godly power…"

"You are no longer my opponent!"

Alan didn’t hesitate for a moment, and he activated the Pupil of the Alien Gods!

Inside the golden halo, there were ethereal silver eyes, which were a unique and incredibly mysterious kind of pupil.

Even Amicio was taken aback for a moment!

"How did you acquire this ability?"

Throughout his life, Amicio rarely experienced fear.

He had never imagined that he would feel intimidated by such a boring person.

Amicio, in fact, was the incarnation of Fate’s Strings Master. However, unlike Bai Yan’s unconscious incarnation, he was a dual-split soul created through a process of birth.

All along, the Fate’s Strings Master, who gave birth to the "Son of God" Amicio, had remained hidden behind the scenes. They were indifferent to worldly affairs, existing within the Rainbow as a neutral and observant presence.

Meanwhile, Amicio, time and time again, was responsible for influencing the changes in World, with most of his actions providing assistance to the Fate’s Strings Master.

Various insults, fears, and absurd rumors were burdened upon Amicio.

He tried to resist his "mother" who was the origin, but ultimately discovered that it was futile.

And, Amicio also didn’t have the possibility of becoming a god, ultimately only able to exist as a part of the Fate’s Strings Master.

He behaved recklessly and selfishly, doing many dreadful things, without caring about his own life… No matter what happened, in the end, Fate’s Strings Master would always lend a helping hand.

If she doesn’t intervene, choosing to abandon herself would actually be better, and Amicio would be able to break free from the predicament of being manipulated all this time.

Today, she might die here.

Amicio, who realized this, smiled.

"Come, guardians of the Babel Tower, let us begin this game!"

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