I'm the Mysterious Leader of the Salvation Organization

Tatsumi City.

Platinum Zone, Alan’s home.

"I went out for a trip."

Facing the unreasonably stubborn Ai, who forcefully moved in, Alan, unable to bear it any longer, tried protesting and negotiating. However, in the end, he couldn’t withstand the other party’s irrational behavior.

He thought about using magic to forcefully make this woman leave. Although it would have been effortlessly done, Alan ultimately chose not to do so.

Because Alan had once sneaked into Ai’s dream.

Knowing that she, who appeared strong and cold on the outside, was actually more fragile than people imagined, she was very scared. Even if the Leaf King and Mr. World no longer pursued her, after her spy identity was exposed, there was a possibility that her former comrades from the Demon Hunt Agency would seek revenge secretly.

So, Ai became a permanent resident of Alan’s home, and every day she would sit in the living room with her long legs exposed, watching television with her roommate.

This aloof and beautiful woman had almost no ability to take care of herself. When Alan was not around, Ai could only rely on takeout meals, and even making instant noodles turned into a complete mess.

Alan asked her in astonishment how she used to live all by herself. To his surprise, Ai confidently replied that when she was working undercover, she received salaries from both the Sword-wielding Troop and the Leaf King, allowing her to hire more than one servant in her affluent household.

Now, the situation has changed, and there is no income, only a mortgage to worry about.

"You…"

Luckily, both Alan and Bai Yan were capable individuals when it came to taking care of themselves. So, they endured it and tirelessly cooked and did laundry for Ai these days, without complaining.

"I’m going out for a while to meet someone, um, it’s work-related," sighed Alan. Ever since this person moved in, he had to notify in advance whenever he needed to go out for anything.

Otherwise, she might have nightmares at night, feeling extremely insecure.

Ai, wearing a white nightgown, sat on the couch. She remained silent for a moment, nodding gently.

"You may go…"

Alan put on his coat and left the house. Ai glanced back at the door before getting up and heading to Alan’s room. First, she searched for his clothes and socks, then she removed the bedsheet directly.

"I can’t just keep going through life relying on others and waiting to die…"

Ai let out a sigh.

The fate of a double agent like her often doesn’t end well.

Being able to survive was all thanks to luck and Alan’s protection.

Although she didn’t want to say it out loud, Ai was constantly pondering how to repay Alan.

The body is just the foundation… In life, one must also strive and not become a useless person.

Alan, who had left home, didn’t go too far. Instead, he arrived at a small alley near his house, dim, quiet, and empty of people.

He stopped in front of the wall at the end of the alley.

Alan murmured to himself, reciting a certain ancient and cryptic incantation with skill. The surrounding air gradually trembled as he unleashed a remarkably rare spell.

After a brief moment, a hazy halo appeared on the wall, as if possessing a mystical allure, drawing others towards it.

Alan took a deep breath and stepped inside.

This is a unique boundary space that is attached to the real world of Tatsumi City. It is similar in nature to the residence of Mu Ling’s family. Inside the boundary space, there is a small and rustic villa.

It was Ganis’ residence in Tatsumi City.

That man had been alone in this city for quite some time. Thanks to Alan’s constant reminders and advice, he hadn’t caused any trouble for the time being.

Approaching the front door, Alan murmured to himself,

"At first, I was even worried that this person might not follow the rules and cause something terrible. But now it seems like I worried too much, as he is actually a very rule-abiding person."

Alan smiled slightly, opened the door, and walked inside. Then, he furrowed his brow, and his smile froze on his face.

With his powerful perception, he still couldn’t detect Ganis’s presence in the villa. Either Ganis was skilled in concealing extraordinary abilities, or this jerk wasn’t here at all!

"Drat!"

Alan gritted his teeth, his veins pulsating, and soon discovered a note on the table.

"The nearest square."

Hmm?

The space captured by this barrier was the "reverse side" of the central square in Tatsumi City. In that case, that person’s current location should be in the central square.

Alan dashed out without hesitation.

The central square.

Ganis, dressed in casual white attire, sat on a chair, wearing sunglasses and peacefully watched the children playing, the caretakers, and the cooing white pigeons in the square.

People with smiles all around.

All this incredible harmony, the people of Tatsumi City were gradually freed from the suffering brought by the Doomsday Crisis.

But when Ganis, with a serious expression, took off his sunglasses, he saw a completely different scene.

In the wilderness, oneself fought with a sister and a stray dog over food, while a father and son wailed on the abattoir, forced into a brutal fight amidst the cheers of the crowd. The sister, refusing to fight with her sibling, was dragged out like a dog, stripped of all dignity, and subjected to a collective examination…

Flames.

There was a kind of fire, one that he could almost reach out and touch.

That was a negative feeling called hatred, always burning deep within Ganis, never extinguishing.

He tried to convince himself that those events had nothing to do with the people in front of him, but he couldn’t do it at all… The people of Tatsumi City didn’t have a good attitude towards the Persecuted either.

Sinner.

This was the unified name they gave us.

We were sinners… Amicio recalled the past shown to him by the Son of God, which was the history of his ancestors, who were invaded and slaughtered by the people of Noah.

"But we are indeed guilty."

He let out a sigh and, based on the records of the Demon Hunt Agency that Alan had found, their ancient ancestors worshipped the Outer God. They had an unclear and mysterious connection with the Doomsday Race, and it was highly likely that they were a branch of the Doomsday Race.

Did they never feel guilty themselves when they joined the Babel Tower and killed those cultists and members of the Doomsday Race?

So, the war between the ancestors and the people of Noah may not have had a righteous side.

But the torment he had endured in the past thirty years, the endless suffering his loved ones and friends had faced, still lingered in Ganis’ heart, and it would not easily waver.

Why was he fighting in the end?

Was it for the long-lost ancestors who had passed away, or was it for seeking revenge against the invaders and oppressors, or was it for the liberation of the persecuted, or perhaps simply for the sake of justice and righteousness?

Ganis knew very well that in this world, there wasn’t such a thing as pure and innocent justice.

He also understood very clearly that he could never turn a blind eye to the current situation of the Persecuted.

"If one becomes obsessed with every goal, it will only lead to a mess," Ganis muttered to himself, shaking his head.

"Why did you run here?"

Alan teleported next to Ganis, feeling very displeased, while the people around seemed completely unaware of his sudden appearance.

Ganis chuckles heartily and cheerfully says, "Oh, nothing much. I just feel like I’m about to leave, so I wanted to take another good look around before I go."

Alan blinked slightly and asked, "Have you decided to accept Mr. Profligate’s proposal?"

"Um, there is no reason to refuse."

Ganis nodded and stood up, continuing, "Since the Giant Hive is willing to shelter all the Persecuted, it should not allow them to stay in the wilderness or the abattoir anymore."

Alan fell silent, he had heard Profligate’s proposal before… to use the Babel Tower "gate" to transport the Persecuted from all over World into the Giant Hive.

This was certainly no small undertaking, but Ganis was clearly eager to make it happen.

"I actually knew already, even the people in the city have good people among them, and I don’t want to destroy everything in front of me… I am not a avenger, but a leader."

Ganis took a deep breath and continued, "But I cannot tolerate my fellow countrymen being slaughtered like animals."

"I hope that the Persecuted can also live a life similar to the people in the city, and the great Savior of Babel Tower cannot change everything, but perhaps, this is already the best result that can be achieved for now."

Alan chuckled and smiled, saying, "Phew, I’m relieved, Ganis. Actually, if you were determined to be enemies with the people in the city, I would have had to kill you."

Ganis knew that this guy wasn’t joking. The members of the Demon Hunt Agency had a great sense of purpose. They were willing to do anything to save World.

"I don’t know. If I were to be your enemy, it wouldn’t be your turn. The Savior can easily crush me with just one finger."

"I can only think of thanking the Savior now," Ganis sighed and shook his head, continuing, "Only His magnificent presence can miraculously bring together all of us, a bunch of mismatched individuals, in a strong bond."

"Mmm, thank you, great Savior," Alan also nodded, expressing heartfelt gratitude.

—

Meanwhile, at the same time.

Night Union,Giant Hive.

The hidden bottom level of Noy Military Headquarters building.

This is a clean and pure corridor, with nothing but a floating, semi-transparent annulus at the end of the corridor.

And in this very moment, the great Savior of Babel Tower, Profligate, the Keeper of Secrets…

Bai Yan, he stood in the middle of the pure white corridor, his expression serious as he took slow steps.

Approaching the annulus, Bai Yan stood in place, no longer moving forward. Silently, he reached out his hand to touch it.

A voice emerged from deep within the heart.

["O Connector, God of Games… whoever you may have been before, now you are the Savior of Babel Tower."]

[We are the annulus civilization, waiting here since ancient times.]

[For the agreement we had long ago reached.]

[…]

[Not right.]