I'm the Mysterious Leader of the Salvation Organization

Chapter 528:

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Mu Ling returned home.

Of course, it’s not her old home in Tatsumi City, but her new home in Giant Hive.

Her old home was now empty, Tatsumi City was the headquarters of the Imperial Guards, and staying there was a very unsafe thing to do.

The new home in Giant Hive was a Mu family estate that was constructed to perfectly resemble Tatsumi City. However, it never managed to evoke any sense of familiarity for Mu Ling.

The first reason is that Mu Ling’s perception is incredibly strong. Even the slightest difference can be keenly sensed by her. Although the two homes appeared completely identical, in reality, there were thousands of subtle differences in the tiniest of details.

The second reason is that, deep down, she always felt that Tatsumi City was her true home.

Perhaps, one day she might return there.

But now, the Savior needs me in the beehive. Since they wish for me to leave Tatsumi City and take care of myself, there is no need to insist on staying there.

If the Savior wished for me to stay in this city forever, then I would stay here forever.

"Miss... You have changed a lot."

Huo Xin, dressed in a suit, had arrived nearby. He bowed slowly, remained silent for a moment, and then gently spoke, "It seems like another great battle awaits. You must be weary from your efforts."

The girl with white hair turned around, saying,

"No, those were all things I should have done... and, in fact, this time I didn’t put in much effort, I was almost like a bystander."

Speaking of this, Mu Ling’s emotions were somewhat helpless, but she secretly made up her mind.

The battlefield next time will certainly be my stage.

I will no longer be just a bystander.

"Oh, I understand now! But I believe you must be very tired too, feeling weary in your heart... Do you need some coffee?"

"Um, thank you."

Mu Ling smiled and nodded.

Before leaving, Huo Xin hesitated for a moment and said, "Miss, I’m not sure if it’s just my imagination, but... you seem different."

Has she changed?

Mu Ling remained silent, but the truth was that she had indeed undergone significant changes, greater than ever before.

There was already a possibility of becoming a god.

Huo Xin seemed reluctant to continue the conversation, but couldn’t help but say, "What exactly did you go through just now? Did you lose all your powers? But please rest assured, the Savior of Babel Tower will never abandon you. Don’t be sad, and don’t be discouraged."

"Hmm? Losing power... Why do you feel this way?"

Mu Ling was taken aback.

Huo Xin froze, wondering, "Was it my mistake?"

He continued, "As a werewolf, my senses are incredibly sharp. I can distinguish between ordinary humans and extraordinary beings, and I can also sense the strength of an extraordinary individual."

"Once upon a time, you had a very strong presence before me, which sometimes left me breathless."

Huo Xin’s expression turned strange, and after a pause, he said, "The way you make me feel now is completely like an ordinary person, an ordinary girl without any extraordinary abilities."

"I see," Mu Ling smiled again, shaking her head. "It’s not like that, Huo Xin."

"Now, I am the most reliable blade in the hands of the Savior."

She blinked in surprise, sensing that a miracle was about to happen.

Golden rain descended from the sky, the powerful force of Mini Heaven. One by one, souls that had perished in countless attacks returned from the realm of death.

Resurrecting mortals was effortless for the Savior of Babel Tower.

The Battle of the Beehive caused countless casualties. People plunged into unbearable sorrow, immersed in a tragedy that was almost unimaginable.

Nowadays, there are ups and downs, and emotions change from one moment to another.

So, at this moment, the people who were originally filled with fear and confusion towards Babel Tower couldn’t help but admire the great Savior. They were filled with joy and gratitude for the miracles He displayed.

The resurrection of loved ones made everyone ecstatic with joy. Plus, there was a mysterious force quietly fueling the excitement. The whole city couldn’t help but uncontrollably shout and cheer His name, like a roaring tsunami.

"Savior!"

Alan, with a face full of joy, stood amidst the black mist, trembling, and gradually vanished from sight.

Ai stood still for a moment, with a hint of unnoticed emotion in her eyes.

It seemed both restless and seemingly aggrieved.

"Definitely, you must come back."

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"Grandpa!"

Old Mike sat in his home, staring blankly.

The granddaughter was right in front of him, the lively and lovely granddaughter who wasn’t dead, but instead rushed into his embrace.

Old Mike felt as though everything that had just happened was like a distant memory from another world.

Were those things reality or just a dream?

If everything that I am experiencing right now is just a dream, I truly hope to never wake up.

"Grandpa, what’s the matter with you?"

The granddaughter noticed that something was not right with her grandpa, causing her to furrow her brow.

Old Mike continued to gaze blankly at his surroundings. He had always been angry and restless, because life had been unfair and because he was forced by the Savior.

And his own escape...

He wanted to escape, to leave, to break free from everything.

Thinking that only in this way could he find happiness, freedom, and peace of mind.

But he was wrong.

He should have woken up long ago, realizing that this war was endless. The possibility of escaping the Savior was almost zero. Anger couldn’t help him accomplish anything.

The former self used to be a sufficiently cold and terrifying hunter, never allowing emotions to affect missions and objectives.

Now the assassin had become a grumpy and easily angry old man, filled with emptiness and escapism.

It was also time.

Settle your attitude and face it.

That’s all I could do.

"I’m fine."

Old Mike sighed and said, "I have always felt deeply uneasy and afraid about the future, fate, which I can never control. The weakness and sense of emptiness deep inside me seem to have once engulfed me."

"I was indeed so weak."

The granddaughter... didn’t understand at all.

"Savior!"

"Savior!"

"Savior!"

The old man turned his head to look outside.

Golden rain kept falling from the sky, with souls returning and resurrecting one after another. It was no longer the Ring City, but rather the Giant Hive.

The crowd shouted the name of the Savior.

Before long, black mist enveloped the surroundings.

He took a deep breath, feeling no resistance in his heart.

"Savior, I will no longer run away. Come, tell me about the new challenge."

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