I'm here to save the world, what are you doing?

The strength of these people ranged from level four to level five. They might be considered a decent fighting force, but they posed no threat to Lucius.

What puzzled Lucius, however, was their relationship to one another.

It was called a siege, but it seemed like these guys were not from the same group at all.

A burly man holding a warhammer rushed towards Lucius while roaring, and without hesitation smashed the hammer on the head of his "companion" running in front of him.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the "companion's" head exploded like a watermelon, with red and white things scattered all over the ground.

The death did not cause any ripples in the others. They did not even glance at him and continued to rush towards Lucius frantically.

At the same time, a thin man holding a long sword took advantage of the opportunity when the archer next to him was concentrating on aiming at Lucius and quietly stabbed the sword into the opponent's back.

The archer screamed in pain, blood gushing from his chest.

So, he shot his last arrow at the murderer before he died.

Blood splattered and screams rang out one after another.

In the blink of an eye, the siege team that originally targeted Lucius fell apart and turned into a chaotic brawl.

Everyone is attacking everyone around them. There are no companions, no enemies or friends, only pure killing and chaos.

Lucius:? ? ?

What are you doing here?

Are they here to kill me, or are they here to kill each other?

As everyone knows, Lucius is a good-natured man who never takes the initiative to provoke disputes.

But since the other party attacked first, it was perfectly reasonable for him to kill all these guys in self-defense.

Right?

Soon, Lucius mobilized the magic power in his body.

He was ready to use fire to turn these ignorant ants into ashes.

Before he took action, he couldn't help but complain about the stupidity of these guys -

After all, he is a transcendent, not a warrior. Why does he have to fight with ordinary cold weapons that are not even alchemical weapons?

However, when Lucius waved his hand and released the magic, what appeared before his eyes was not the burning hell he had expected.

It was a warm and soft golden light.

It is as warm as the morning sunshine, full of vitality and hope. It is not only harmless to people, but also has a therapeutic effect.

The wounds on the bodies of those crazy extraordinary people who rushed towards him began to heal and their mental states became more excited after being illuminated by this light.

Lucius:? ? ?

He looked at his palm in shock.

He was clearly using the dragon flame that was born with him, the purest source of fire...

But why is it healing magic that is released?

Soon, Lucius made a bold guess -

The basic laws of the main material plane have probably become chaotic.

In this situation, any form of magic is unreliable; you never know what you might unleash.

Turtle, what a cruel method.

It feels like a super large cup.

In desperation, Lucius quickly adjusted his strategy.

Since magic cannot be used, let's return to primitive times!

--fight.

Lucius rushed into the crowd like lightning. His speed was as fast as the wind, and he appeared behind the enemies before they could react.

These extraordinary people who were in a state of madness were like fragile pieces of paper and were vulnerable when facing Lucius.

Fists pierced the chest, knife hands cut off the neck, knee strikes crushed New Zealand...

A minute later, Lucius personally twisted off the head of the last enemy.

Covered in blood, he finally had time to think and analyze the current situation.

Next, in order to verify his guess, Lucius tried to release several different spells.

No magic spell had the same effect as expected.

The fireball turned into ice, the thunder punishment summoned a rain of flower petals, and the healing spell released a poisonous miasma...

It seems that my guess is most likely correct.

Lucius began to observe his surroundings while thinking.

He now seemed to be on the brink of a large-scale battle.

No, it's more of an indiscriminate brawl than a battle.

Everywhere you look, there is chaos and killing.

Humans, dwarves, orcs...even some strange races that Lucius had never seen before.

They were mixed together, fighting without any purpose.

There are no camps, no battle lines, no command, no strategy...

Everyone is just fighting for themselves, or rather, they don't even know what they are fighting for.

They were just killing, pure, meaningless killing.

The ground was dyed red with blood, corpses piled up like mountains, and the air was filled with the smell of death.

If you look closely, you will find that many of these fighters have obvious deformities.

Some had three arms, some had tentacles, and some had parts of their bodies transformed into the limbs of wild beasts...

It was as if their bodies had lost their restraints and began to grow and mutate wantonly and madly.

In the distance, at the end of the unreachable horizon, Lucius saw a huge, vague shadow.

It was a tall tower, reaching into the sky, as if it was going to connect the earth and the sky.

The tower is straight and majestic, and its top disappears in layers of clouds, making it impossible to see its true height.

Even from such a great distance, the tower still looked so huge and magnificent.

That tower is like the center of this chaotic world and the source of all chaos.

Lucius's intuition told him that the final BOSS of this dungeon, Viviana, was most likely in that tower.

Just as Lucius was thinking, he was surprised to find that a strange impulse began to arise in his heart.

It was a frenzied and restless emotion, wriggling like a poisonous snake deep within his heart.

He wanted to fight, to kill, to destroy everything.

He wanted to join this meaningless melee and release the violent anger in his heart.

He longed to forget reason, forget his goal, forget everything, and simply immerse himself in the frenzied pleasure...

The beast sleeping in my body has awakened!

Lucius shook his head violently, forcing himself to stay awake.

Obviously, the underlying logic of this world has begun to affect him.

He was too weak in the simulation. Under this influence, sooner or later he would become like these mad dogs, completely losing his mind and becoming a frenzied slave.

Lucius immediately used the consciousness authority shared from Plotina.

Accompanied by a slight mental fluctuation, Lucius's mind became clear again.

The frenzied impulses were suppressed and reason took over again.

But he knew that this was only temporary.

Faced with this root-level chaotic force, he can only put up a brief resistance.

Over time, the defense will become ineffective.

At least, he had to see Viviana before he went completely crazy.

........

Lucius wasted no time and quickly took action.

He set his sights on the landmark Tower of Babel in the distance.

The further he advanced, the more Lucius realized that this world had gone completely crazy and out of order.

Chaos and imbalance have permeated every aspect of the world.

The line between good and evil becomes blurred; saving others may be considered a sin, while harming the innocent may be considered justice.

What was once considered common sense has become unpredictable and incomprehensible.

He saw with his own eyes that the sun suddenly disappeared at noon, then rose again from the west, and set three times in a row on the same day.

A mountain slowly melted before his eyes, flowing into a river like a candle.

A normally flowing river suddenly reverses its course, flies from the ground into the sky, and eventually disappears into the clouds.

Gravity comes and goes, making stones float in the air and birds fall to the ground.

This is a place of eternal conflict, a kingdom of ultimate chaos, and an abyss of despair where all meaning is stripped away.

In such a world, sanity is a sin and order is a blasphemy.

Only madness is normal, only chaos is eternal.

During the investigation, Lucius' mental state deteriorated day by day.

Auditory hallucinations, visual hallucinations, slow thinking...

Every day that passes, you will have an additional debuff.

Fortunately, he also obtained some key intelligence.

The witch Viviana is indeed in the Tower of Babel.

As the "Lord of Disaster" who controls the entire material plane, she looks down on everything from a high position.

And under the tower, the elves, as her "chosen people", enjoy order beyond chaos.

In this mad world, only the elves still maintain basic sanity and social structure.

They have a complete city, a normal life, and clear goals.

But this gift is not free.

In order to repay Viviana's mercy, they must continue to build the tower to the sky for her and spread her name on earth.

Build a tower?

This doesn't sound difficult.

But the problem is that the tower itself is a huge artifact.

To increase the height of the tower by even one foot would require an astronomical amount of precious resources.

But the elves had no choice.

If they stopped building and lost the protection of the Lord of Misfortune, they would soon become one of the frenzied creatures.

Lucius headed towards the Tower of Babel, but the tower was too far away from him.

Even though he had tried his best and ran towards his goal without sleep, the tower still seemed so far away in his eyes.

On the first day, Lucius was in relatively normal condition, with only occasional hallucinations.

The next day, hallucinations became more frequent and thinking became confused.

On the third day, he began to have trouble distinguishing between reality and illusion, and his memory became severely disturbed.

On the fourth day, his behavior began to become unpredictable, sometimes manic and sometimes silent.

On the fifth day, he was no longer able to think logically and could only move forward relying on his remaining instincts.