I'm the Mysterious Leader of the Salvation Organization

However, every time he was really hammered to the literal meaning of "burst", Mu Tuan would realize that adaptation was impossible.

"I can't do it anymore, just stop."

"Let me rest for a while, I won't run away, just stop for a few minutes."

But begging for mercy has no effect, and the "voice" in my head doesn't give any feedback at all.

Mu Tuan was about to collapse, but held back.

"Savior" has no emotions.

He can only fight, and must be better at using weapons. Mu Tuo took a deep breath and began to think about how to break the situation.

The black cross sword fluttered in her slender hands. She challenged the monster again and again, but failed again and again.

Gradually, Mu Tuan found some ways to kill monsters.

Unlike people, you must have a broader sense of fighting.

The attack of large monsters is enough to cover multiple angles, so it is necessary to dodge through a larger range of sprints, rather than small-angle movement skills when dealing with people...

Gradually, Mu Tuan, who got the hang of it, persisted for longer and longer!

Tried again and again, failed again and again...

Until beyond the past!

"drink!"

Slashing head-on with the black cross sword, Mu Tun gnashed his teeth and slashed at the monster many times, but he didn't feel like tearing flesh.

It's just a shadow after all.

Finally, she successfully defeated the black phantom in front of her eyes.

[Congratulations, Nightblade, the training is over. 】

[You have successfully surpassed the past. 】

"..."

Mu Tuan didn't answer, and didn't even have the strength to speak.

Suddenly, everyone around came back.

Mu Tun was still standing where he was, and then sat down on the ground in an instant.

People on the street saw a beautiful girl who suddenly sat down on the ground, panting palely.

Mu Tuan lowered his head, he was so tired that he couldn't move a single finger, his eyes were dull, and his body was covered in sweat.

It was as if she had been thrown into a front-loading washing machine for three days and three nights.

"Huh, huh... Finally, it came out."

There was only one thought in Mu Ji's mind.

The "savior" is probably a little sick in his head!

Chapter 5

Mu Tuan was born into a family of legendary crime hunters.

Her family is a true legend, having saved the city from crisis several times.

Once upon a time, no one could ignore the powerful force represented by this crime hunter family.

But to this day, she is the only one left in the family who has inherited the blood of the "Sin Hunter".

She stood up slowly, not thinking of going to class anymore, but planning to go home and take a shower again.

Mu Tuan is not a good boy who loves to go to school, and his status as a "college student" is just a "stabilizer" to maintain his humanity and prevent himself from getting out of control.

Well, when you want to fish, you can fish as much as you want.

She took a nearby bus and quickly returned to her home.

This is the edge of the bustling city, and there stands a dignified and elegant independent villa that has been devastated by the years.

There are so many rumors of haunting here, Chenhai people would feel very taboo to mention it, and there are no neighbors in the surrounding streets, and the ground in disrepair is full of cracks.

Mu Tuan sighed. Once upon a time, there were family members and a large number of servants in the family.

But until now, all the family members died in the battle with the cultists, and the servants were dismissed by Mu Tuan on his own initiative.

Apart from Mu Tuan, there is only one old housekeeper named Huoxing in the family.

The exhausted Mu Tuan pushed open the door of his house. The hall inside the villa door was huge, the white floor was neat and clean, and the dark red walls were decorated with solemn and classical decorations.

Sofas are surrounded by tables and chairs, giant spiral chandeliers are hanging and shining, the only thing missing here is people.

The old butler Huosing appeared at the corner of the stairs on the second floor.

"Miss, shouldn't you be going to school today?"

Mu Tun raised his head, his eyes collided with the old housekeeper, and his tone was calm.

"Huoxing, I've had some troubles and I'm a little tired."

The old butler Huosing frowned slightly, and the young lady looked very tired, as if she had experienced many fierce life-and-death struggles.

It was the same with her last night.

He bowed slightly, then frowned.

"Miss, I don't know if I should say something or not."

"You are the glory of the hunter and the last hope of the family. We all know that... Even so, you are just a girl who has just grown up. Even if you give up this too heavy responsibility, no one will Blame you."

Huosing looked at her seriously, with pity in his expression.

"Perhaps leaving this city will make your life easier."

Mu Tuo looked at Huo Xin silently, knowing that he was thinking of herself, but in fact, she always regarded the old man as her last relative in her heart.

However, I don't want to just give up...everything.

She sighed and calmly replied:

"Huosing, I know you care about me."

"But you also know that I am the family's last hope."

"Leaving the city like a bereaved dog, trying to survive, marrying and having children like ordinary people, is not the life I want."

This is one's own responsibility.

Moreover, Mu Tuan thought of the Tower of Babel.

I already have more opportunities in my future, and it is my duty to revive the glory of the hunter.

Huosing took a deep breath, his eyes full of respect.

Yes, how can you question it.

Even the little girl she watched growing up by herself is now a glorious hunter.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have questioned your determination."

He bowed and left.

Mu Tuan looked at the empty villa and sighed.

The girl walked into the spacious bathroom, and slowly took off her black stockings, as well as other clothes one by one.

"call."

Mu Tun sat in the bathtub and took a deep breath.

The hot bath water relieved the physical and mental exhaustion. In fact, it was mainly mental exhaustion. She could feel that the body did not "suffer".

I don't know when it started, and only here can I feel the real relaxation.

What exactly is the Tower of Babel?

What kind of existence is his so-called "master", the savior of the Tower of Babel?

Mu Tuan lowered his body slowly, allowing the bath water to completely overflow his head.

If he, he is a god...does he really exist to save the world?

Or, to dominate or even destroy the world?

-

In the library, Bai Yan rested on his chin with one hand, and held the phone in the other.

"The next thing to do is infrastructure."

He already knows what to do in the first step of infrastructure construction, and what to do in the second step.

first of all......

What needs to be built in the initial stage is a "healing spring" for repairing injuries and emotions.

As I said before, the control of mood and loyalty is very important. Once the core operators collapse due to double lows, they will be finished.

Fortunately, Mr. Bai is already a veteran of Zhoumu, and he is very proficient in controlling these two aspects.

"As long as you can give enough sweet dates before you slap and cry."

There are 90 points in total, and he spent 30 source points to build and open the first infrastructure.

Healing Fountain (female only)

Well, even if it is raising pigs, males and females must be kept separately, so many infrastructure facilities in the Tower of Babel are divided into three types.

Only for women, only for men, only for non-male and non-female... Although it sounds a bit outrageous, some non-human operators do belong to the category of "non-male and non-female".

And because there are non-ethnic operators, many facilities cannot be called male-only, female-only, or non-male and non-female, otherwise "racial discrimination" and "major humanism" will also affect the mood of non-ethnic operators. and loyalty.

It sounds even more outrageous, but it is!

All in all, Bai Yan's physical impression of the first week is that the core operators are as troublesome as real people.