MMORPG: Descendant of Sin Chapter 6: Tower of Babel

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After the call ended, Dobromir woke up again inside Sleipnir, staring at the screen before him. This time, he picked the [Epoch] icon. [To enter Epoch, you will need to enter a forcibly induced sleep state.] [Do you wish to use SFW mode, which will censor any gore or psychologically sensitive scenes?] [Yes/No] "I am not really into gore, so I will not mind the censorship." Dobromir picked Yes. And his vision went dark. --- Soon, I found myself in a strange black space. It was boundless. As far as my eyes could see, there was only darkness. No ground. No sky. No walls. Just an endless black void stretching in every direction. Yet, strangely enough, it was peaceful. Too peaceful. I almost felt like I could fall asleep here and wake up only after hundreds of years had passed. Then a rumble echoed around me. At first, it was distant. Then it grew louder. The darkness trembled. From nothing, stone bricks, wooden pillars, glass windows, iron beams, and all kinds of strange materials began to appear. They moved through the void as if pulled by invisible hands. Stones as huge as SUVs flew past me, each one perfectly finding its own place in the structure being built. When they settled into position, they fused with the rest of the construction as if they had always belonged there. Layer by layer. Wall by wall. Floor by floor. A tower began to rise before me. No. Rise was the wrong word. It was not simply rising. It was piercing the darkness. Soon, the tower was completed. It was gigantic. Far bigger than any skyscraper I had ever seen. I felt chills run down my spine from the sheer size of it. It had almost no visible end. Only this tower, penetrating the deep abyss infinitely, as if it intended to reach something even darkness could not touch. The gates of the tower opened. A strange force immediately pulled me inside. "Whoa—!" I almost lost my balance and flipped over from surprise. Before I could properly complain about being treated like luggage, I found myself standing in a hall. On the left, stairs spiraled along the inner walls of the entire tower, reaching endlessly upward with no visible end. Along the side of the stairs were portraits. So many portraits. Almost as many as there were steps. And those too continued upward without end, disappearing into the distant darkness above. In the center of the room stood a stone statue of an angel. I carefully walked closer, admiring its beauty. It looked like something from ancient Greece, a style prominent around 323 BC. The statue seemed to have been carved from a single piece of stone. A veil covered the angel's face and muscular body, making the hard stone look soft, almost like fabric. Whoever created it had been ridiculously talented. Or in this case, the AI had been ridiculously smug. I unconsciously reached for the hem of the statue's veil. It moved. The angel spread its wings. Its face, still covered by the stone veil, turned toward me. I took a step back. My heart started racing. "Welcome, Descendant." The statue spoke with a hoarse and ancient voice. "This is the Tower of Babel. Before you enter Epoch, you must reconnect your roots and legacy." I tried to pinch my arm to calm myself down. Again, I felt only pressure. No pain. Right. This was not reality. Only a game. A very realistic, very dramatic, very unnecessarily intimidating game. A transparent screen appeared before me, similar to the interface inside Sleipnir itself. This time, however, it hovered in the air. I tried to touch it, but my hand passed through it. "It looks solid, but it is more like a hologram." I commented quietly and read the contents of the interface. [Welcome to the Tower of Babel, the first step toward your great adventure in the world of Epoch.] [To proceed, you need to leave a drop of blood with the guardian angel.] [This will result in a real-life scan of your bloodline.] [If you do not wish to proceed, scream the word "Exit."] I stroked my chin as I thought about the real-life implications. "Ho