I don't want to conquer witches anymore.

If it were anyone else, even if they didn't have any intention of quitting, they would definitely hesitate in the face of Amber's warning, but standing here are Duke and Cecil.

It's the madman Duke and the stubborn Cecil.

Duke is a madman who made extreme sports his profession in his past life and has repeatedly risked his life in this life.

Cecil is a genius who is never afraid of strong enemies and always unleashes terrifying potential when facing desperate situations.

They didn't even know how to write the word "fear".

"Shall we go in now?"

"of course."

Duke and Cecil exchanged a glance, then Cecil reached out and patted the little black cat on its head, making the sleepy cat mumble, "Meow... I want more dried fish, meow..."

"Little Black, do you want to stay here?"

"No meow... I want to go meow too..."

As expected of my cat, it's incredibly bold.

"Don't go, meow, dried fish..."

Duke and Cecil: "..."

It's also possible that it wasn't because they were brave, but simply because they were too sleepy to concentrate.

Duke shrugged helplessly, deciding to pretend he hadn't heard the second half of the sentence; after all, Blackie's abilities could be quite useful sometimes. He looked at Cecil and suddenly said, "Speaking of witch games, that's indispensable, isn't it?"

Blessings to the players participating in the game.

"Three, two, one..."

Cecil, understanding perfectly, began counting down, then said with a smile:

"May the Holy Light bless you, Duke."

"May you have good fortune in battle, Cecil."

The two spoke words of blessing in unison, then walked side by side into the area influenced by the witch's game.

The changes in space began to affect Duke and Cecil, impacting their five senses and causing their souls to fluctuate. After a long yet fleeting moment, the two found themselves in a brand new world.

There's nothing here.

Norton was nowhere to be seen, nor were Amber and Anne, let alone the other prisoners who should have been imprisoned in the Tower of Babel.

Where is this place?

Duke frowned and looked around at the situation.

This world reminded him of the "Truth or Dare" world he and Annie had visited together. That world was also an empty platform, devoid of anything except for the world's will, known as the Game Rules, which governed it. In that game, the power of the Game Rules was immense, but it had its limits.

If it weren't for the persistent Talia appearing back then, Duke and Annie working together would have eventually exhausted the power of that world.

This witch game reminded him of that truth or dare game. To be fair, without using that kind of brute-force unlocking strategy, Duke really had no way to deal with that witch game. If the power of that world was infinite, then it would be an almost unbreakable witch game.

"Could it be that the secret to keeping the Tower of Babel from entering is an unsolvable witch's game?"

Duke muttered something under his breath, and just then, the voice of the World's Will rang out:

“A boy walked into a restaurant, drank a bowl of turtle soup, and then he committed suicide.”

"why?"

Duke was slightly taken aback, while Cecil beside him was even more confused: "What does this mean? Why did this boy commit suicide after drinking the soup? Was he crazy?"

“No.” The voice that filled the entire world answered Cecil’s question: “You have nine questions left.”

"Huh?" Cecil was stunned by this turn of events. Knowing her own intelligence very well, she immediately turned to Duke: "What do you mean by nine questions left? Duke, what do you mean?"

“Turtle soup game.” Duke’s furrowed brow relaxed, and he calmly asked, “Has the boy ever drunk turtle soup before?”

"No, you have nine questions left."

"The boy thought he had drunk turtle soup before, right?"

"Yes, you have eight questions left."

“The number of questions each player asks is relatively independent.” Having confirmed this, Duke turned his head and looked at Little Black on Guangbao’s head. Due to the spatial confusion caused by traversing worlds, it had now woken up and was looking at Duke in a daze as he asked two questions in a row. “Little Black, you ask a question too, and see if you have the right to ask one.”

"Meow?" Little Black tilted its head. "So... is the turtle soup delicious, meow?"

"It's irrelevant; you still have nine questions left."

Great, Xiao Hei is now counted as a player, which means we have a maximum of thirty chances to ask questions for each bowl of soup noodles.

Duke nodded, then gave the answer to the question of world consciousness without hesitation:

"This boy went out to sea with his father. They encountered a storm midway through the trip. On his deathbed, his father used his own flesh to make him a soup, telling his son that it was made from sea turtle. The father sacrificed himself to save his son's life. After the boy safely reached the shore, he went to a restaurant and ordered a bowl of real sea turtle soup. When he found that it didn't taste the same, he immediately understood the truth and then committed suicide."

"Correct answer."

Cecil and Blackie stared at Duke in disbelief. The two of them couldn't fathom how Duke could arrive at such a complete and absurd answer from just two questions... To be honest, they still hadn't figured out what was going on.

Duke clicked his tongue and explained to the two of them:

"This kind of game is called a 'situational reasoning game,' or a 'lateral thinking game,' or a 'yes/no game.' It's commonly known as the 'Turtle Soup Game' because the answer to the riddle I just heard is the most widely circulated and classic question in this type of game. As soon as I heard the 'soup' (the riddle), I knew the 'soup' (the answer)."

Turtle Soup is a puzzle game where players guess the truth behind a situational event. The game involves the presenter posing a difficult-to-understand event, and players can ask any questions to narrow down the possibilities and uncover the true cause behind the event. The presenter can only answer with "yes," "no," or "irrelevant." The puzzles themselves are not highly logical; the focus is on finding key clues to recreate the scenario.

Duke gave Cecil and Blackie a brief introduction to the basic gameplay of Turtle Soup. Seeing their somewhat confused expressions, he knew that they wouldn't be of much help in this witch game. Generally speaking, Guangbao couldn't help much with witch games that only required thinking and not physical exertion, but this time she could be of some help.

She can help take care of the cat.

"But here's the question: is this witch's game just a simple game of strategy? If it's such a simple game, how could the Tower of Babel have become the legendary prison where no one can escape?"

Chapter 244 Reshaping the World

"But here's the question: is this witch's game just a simple game of strategy? If it's such a simple game, how could the Tower of Babel have become the legendary prison where no one can escape?"

This is a very simple logic.

The Tower of Babel, the only prison in the floating city, has never had any escapees, which means that whatever the witch game guarding the Tower of Babel was, it was never as friendly and simple as it seems now.

In some ways, this game is quite different from the witch games in the floating city and the ground city. There is no presiding witch to ensure the safety of adventurers as much as possible, and there is no perfect exit mechanism. This witch game is closer to the dark witch game in the underground of the floating city.

There are no guarantees, no rewards, only a brutal and almost unbreakable core gameplay.

The difficulty of this witch game was soon revealed to Duke and the others.

The first turtle soup Q&A was more like a "beginner's tutorial." After Duke successfully answered the question about the broth of the turtle soup, the whole world suddenly changed, and a magnificent church appeared in front of them. The two of them and the cat were now standing in the square in front of the church.

Beside them, paladins clad in heavy armor and priests in robes carrying scepters lined up in rows, filling the entire square.

The three of them, not being part of the formation, not only looked out of place, but were also being watched by the silent paladins and priests, a silent pressure weighing on them.

What kind of hellish place is this?

Duke muttered something, not loudly, but still received a fierce glare from the paladin standing next to him—this made him immediately realize that these paladins and priests were not just decorations or NPCs; they actually had their own thinking abilities... and even their own souls.

Cecil ignored the murderous glares of the paladins around him, staring blankly at the church, and uttered a sound as if in a dream: "That's... St. Mary's Cathedral?"

"Cecil, what's wrong?" Duke noticed Guangbao's condition and quickly tried to wake her up. "What's wrong?"

“That’s St. Mary’s Cathedral, and this is the Papal Parade Square.” Cecil responded to Duke’s call, looking up at him, but her eyes still held a deep sense of bewilderment. “This is where I grew up, and I was once a member of this place… a member of the Knights Templar. I know everyone here, the angle of each formation, the gaps between the people, I know every tree, every crack in the ground, even the shape of every cloud.”

Duke understood what Cecil was trying to say, but ultimately got the answer from Guangbao.

"This is my memory."

“No, this isn’t your memory. This is just a world created based on your memories.” Duke immediately refuted Cecil’s words and reached out to take her hand. “Can you find yourself here? In your memories, are you dressed like this?”

Cecil glanced down at her Cinderella dress and suddenly blushed – she belatedly realized that she was still naked!

Enraged, she raised her fist and delivered a deliberate, heavy punch to Duke, then yelled irritably, "I'm dressed like this, and it's all your fault!!"

"What the hell! You're making baseless accusations, aren't you?"

Duke and Cecil's playful fighting drew increasing attention from the surrounding paladins, with almost the entire square focused on the two of them. However, so far, no one had spoken up to stop their reckless behavior or even left the formation to teach these two unruly outsiders a lesson... because the world's will (the rules of the game) had not yet compelled them to act.

But soon, the "plot" began to unfold.

A pure holy light appeared in Duke and Cecil's senses, while the shadow creature, Little Black, which was inherently incompatible with holy light, had already shrunk its head and turned into a shadow, burrowing into Duke's arms. Now that this pure and powerful holy light appeared, it could only tremble in Duke's arms.

Duke and Cecil both looked toward the church and the front of the square, where a dignified old man with a white beard slowly walked out. He held a magnificent scepter in his hand, wore a tall crown, and had wings of holy light faintly visible behind him.

But what's strange is that his expression was one of worry and even deep resentment.

"The Pope won the holy war, but he didn't seem very happy."

"why?"

The voice of the world's will resounded, but the world did not pause there. Instead, it suddenly pressed the play button as the question was raised.

"Hey—you two insolent bastards, where did you come from?!"

The paladin who had been annoyed with the two of them roared, drew his longsword from his waist, and slashed at them!

But soon, Cecil, looking nostalgic, knocked him to the ground and casually stepped on him, while he heard her apologetic voice: "I'm sorry, Brother Allen, did I hurt you?"

The paladin known as Allen: "???"

A scholar can be killed but not humiliated, you bastard!!!

The other paladins, who were also planning to make a move, took a half step back upon seeing this outrageous scene, their hands resting on the hilts of their swords, but none of them dared to draw their swords.

Meanwhile, Duke stood beside Cecil, basking in Cecil's shadow, his face practically screaming "Invincible." If you were to embellish those words, it would be "Invincible is too lonely." But simply overwhelming all the paladins present with his individual combat prowess didn't solve the problem.

"Cecil, do you know why the Pope is unhappy? Do you remember this holy war?"

"Yes, I did. I participated in that holy war."

When Cecil talked about this, he didn't seem excited at all; in fact, he seemed a little frustrated.

"Do you know why?"

“Of course, there’s only one reason why His Holiness the Pope would be unhappy,” Cecil said matter-of-factly, clearly having always thought so: “That is because after the Holy War, his favorite genius paladin, Cecil, asked him to leave the Knights Templar.”

"No." The voice of the World Will resounded throughout the world once again, directly negating Cecil's answer: "You still have nine questions left."

Cecil: "?"

Duke is professionally trained not to laugh, no matter how funny something is... unless he can't help it:

Hahaha! You're just being delusional!