I'm the Mysterious Leader of the Salvation Organization-Chapter 542:

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Death.

Cycle.

The end.

The cycle repeated.

The end…

The cycle continued…

Again and again, Mu Ling faced death, trapped in an endless loop, relentlessly testing and questioning her will.

The advantage of "Time Rewind" is that it can be activated instantly, with unlimited uses, and can rewind time throughout the entire universe. It doesn’t have any form of consumption, not even the slightest bit.

From the terrifying power of the annulus, there were scarcely any shortcomings.

It is precisely because of various unimaginable powers that the few advanced civilizations in the multiverse were able to barely withstand the attacks of the Outer Gods, preventing them from being completely defenseless.

It is clear that for a deity of the level of the Steel Throne, the advanced technology of the higher civilizations could not be deciphered.

But He was able to retain His memories while traveling back in time.

Death. –> The end.

循环. –> Cycle. –> Around and around it goes.

The end.

Spinning in circles.

Mu Ling, after countless cycles of death, still had not become a deity. She began to feel a bit confused and lost, but deep inside, her belief remained strong.

"How can I become a god?"

She asked Profligate, who seemed to know everything.

"Embrace the power that has always belonged to you."

In fact, Mu Ling had been speculating about the true identity of Mr. Profligate, whether he was the incarnation of the Savior or perhaps the heir of the Savior?

Looking back, various signs indicate that the relationship between the two is actually extraordinary.

Before the destructive attack struck again, the voice of the Steel Throne echoed.

[Ridiculous.]

[Even if they were to die and come back to life countless times, the outcome would remain unchanged.]

[Even if you were to rewind time across the entire universe, you still wouldn’t be able to prevent the resurgence of the Black Abyss Deep Sea.]

Mu Ling had no idea when the Black Abyss Deep Sea would awaken.

But she knew one thing.

If He could easily break the seal on his own, he wouldn’t have had to gather multiple deities to help him in the first place.

Even if he were to break the seal with his own power, it would probably take countless thousands of years, or even millions of years, as a measure of time.

All the words of the Steel Throne were merely attempts to make one’s will less resolute and weaken the mind.

She was truly on the verge of collapsing.

There were just too many failures and deaths.

"Mr. Profligate, what is your relationship with the Savior?"

Finally, after a certain turn of events, Mu Ling couldn’t help but ask the question deep within her heart.

He didn’t answer.

Once again, and again…

"Mr. Profligate, I feel so tired…"

"The Savior believes that you can persevere."

"How many times is this already? Can I really…?"

"Do not give up."

"Why am I the only one who can retain memories, why is it that all of you… cannot be like me?"

Bai Yan paused for a moment upon hearing this, but still replied:

"The Savior is with you and can retain memories, while others cannot… As for why you are special, it’s because of the Savior’s request… Anomalous Star bestowed upon you the power of magic in advance, this power enables you to retain vivid memories and consciousness even when time is reversed."

After listening, Mu Ling fell silent for a moment, letting out a heartfelt sigh.

"This is the Savior’s trust in me… but it is also a very dreadful torment, like a hell that I don’t know when I can escape from."

[Give up, you will never succeed.]

The Steel Throne changed its approach and started to not simply kill Mu Ling, but instead, it controlled its own power, gradually inflicting torment and agony, making Mu Ling die in utter despair.

So the girl seemed to have arrived in an endless hell.

Various forms of death brought various forms of agony, and she was on the verge of collapsing.

Every time she returned, she could see that look once again, hear that voice, and soon after, hear the voice that would appear in her mind…

It is these things that are supporting Mu Ling to keep going.

Mu Ling finally understood that those looks and words were actually part of a plan prearranged by Mr. Profligate, or perhaps the Savior himself.

Every time, she would rewind time to that exact moment, allowing herself to remain resolute.

She, in the end, had not been weak, nor had she crumbled or gone mad.

Even though she had once come to the brink of that boundary.

As long as her mind crumbled and perished, then it would be a complete failure for the Babel Tower, and a victory for the Steel Throne.

The triumph of the magical deity from another realm.

She didn’t want to compromise.

The girl, representing the darkness of the night, fought countless battles and endured numerous painful deaths, desperately searching for a way to break through the depths of despair, seeking the possibility of standing against the gods!

She no longer saw the Steel Throne as an all-powerful magnificent entity.

He was merely a more powerful extraordinary being.

That’s all there was!

If they were primarily extraordinary beings, then there was a chance they could be defeated!

I already had the power to surpass him!

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"…"

I didn’t know how long has passed.

It seemed that they had gone through thousands, if not more, cycles.

Mu Ling returned to that moment, but she closed her eyes, cutting off her own senses.

She could still hear the voice of Profligate, and the voice of the Savior.

And everything else, she couldn’t hear anymore.

At that moment, Mu Ling suddenly felt as if she had found a crucial key.

"I see now."

So, there were repeated deaths and time loops.

Gradually, Mu Ling could no longer hear the voice of Profligate.

Finally… at long last.

Finally, she even ignored the voice in her mind that belonged to the Savior, and came close to forgetting her own existence.

The girl only remembered one thing.

The power of the night.

[How is this possible?]

The voice of the Steel Throne is no longer proud and distorted, but filled with disbelief and incomprehensible shock!

Even the gods are astonished!

Finally!

After experiencing countless time loops, something accumulated to its limit, and eventually underwent a remarkable qualitative transformation!

Mu Ling slowly opened her eyes, feeling the power of the night coursing through her palms, under her whimsical command.

"I finally understood… becoming the final key to becoming a god."

"That is, pure."

Temporarily forgetting the external elements and impurities within her own soul, she only caught a glimpse of divinity itself.

With that, Mu Ling finally fully grasped the power that belonged to the night, assembled within her.

Celebrate!

God of the Night!

Born at this very moment!

"Congratulations, Mu Ling."

Bai Yan revealed a sincere and excited smile, his eyes even becoming slightly moist.

Maryse stood there dumbfounded, not understanding why… The person next to her suddenly turned into a god!

[After countless cycles, has a new deity been born? It was truly an incredible occurrence. The power of the Babel Tower was even stronger than I had imagined.]

The Savior of Dark Light, who had taken possession of the Divine Executor, was also amazed by the birth of the newly formed Night God.

Becoming a god was truly an incredibly challenging task.

"A new god appeared."

Within the endless crimson mist, even the silent Crimson Sovereign, who had gone through countless cycles, finally spoke up.

She gazed silently in the direction of Tatsumi City, her eyes filled with an unspoken emotion.

No one knew what this unusual and strange goddess was pondering.

Not far away, the Anomalous Star smiled and murmured to itself, saying:

"It seems that the plan has finally worked… Before her mind broke down, she gathered enough experience and found the key to becoming a deity."

"Yes, symbolizes God."

"Since that is the case, our chances of winning just increased by one point."

Above Tatsumi City, the story begins.

The Steel Throne wields boundless flames of white, growing increasingly fierce and wrathful, with a tinge of darkness seeping into the white flames.

[Don’t think this can change anything!]

[You, cannot change anything!]

[The me now is infinitely closer to a higher divine being. I wonder how much more powerful I am compared to you, who has just become a god!]

Mu Ling finally understood why she willingly submitted to the Outer God.

The Steel Throne, an entity constantly seeking progress, had no sense of security at this moment.

Regardless of the strength of power, his inner self was the weakest among the Rainbow Gods.

"Mu Ling, you know he was wrong."

Bai Yan smiled and glanced at the young girl beside him.

Through countless cycles, the inner self within the Babel Tower had witnessed everything, with memories etched deep within the heart. Each time Mu Ling endured painful torment, it only fueled Bai Yan’s growing anger.

He was already filled with uncontrollable anger!

The Steel Throne must fall here!

Mu Ling nodded and drew her sword.

Endless killing intent, accompanied by immense divine power, shrouded the Steel Throne.

The sky, once dominated by white flames, instantly turned into darkness, half of it.

She spoke softly:

"Did you feel it fully? The true meaning of being the Savior’s weapon, and her unbeatable reasons for fighting."

Elene and the dark night!

Two vastly different powerful forces collided from the heavens and the earth!

The day and night changed a thousand times!

The young girl will shatter the daylight with the dark night!