Chapter 281: The Authority Of The Night And The God Of The Night!

"Brother White, do you know her?"

Novak shook his head, ignoring Crow's question.

Crow frowned.

He had never seen Novak like this before—so calm, yet so distant.

A trace of surprise flickered in his eyes.

"Then… the Desire Sect you just mentioned—"

Novak shook his head again, still lost in thought, completely oblivious to Crow's words.

His mind was elsewhere, fixated on a question that refused to fade.

Crow, growing impatient, pressed on:

"But why did she give it to you and not me?"

Novak finally looked at him and replied, his tone flat:

"Maybe you're just too ugly?"

Crow nearly choked on his own breath.

Why did Hell Rose appear in the Black Tower?

The thought gnawed at him.

Even after Hell Rose' gaze vanished and her divine emblem faded, Novak hesitated.

Only then did he dare to shift his focus inward—toward the soul within the ring.

Yet, he did not lower his mental shield.

Not because he feared Satan, but because he feared—

Hell Rose's return.

Novak's question, however, had nothing to do with Hell Rose herself.

It was something seemingly insignificant, yet unshakable.

"Where is the Black Tower?"

The Black Tower dungeon was too peculiar.

Most Secret Realms within the Gods and Demons Trial Field were formed from the condensed Cosmic Will.

Like the Black Tower, they had no fixed location, appearing at random, existing even before Kepler became the Gods and Demons Trial Field.

This particular area—

Was special.

And the Black Tower—

Was it truly called the Tower of the Night?

Novak wasn't convinced.

Hell Rose was not an ancient god.

If anything, there was likely a gap in time between Satan and Hell Rose.

Thus, he didn't bother asking Satan about her.

But when Novak suddenly posed his question, Satan's soul within the ring hesitated—just for a moment.

Then, as if realizing something, Satan's voice echoed in his mind:

"Honored Novak… have you entered the Tower of Darkness?!"

Novak's eyes narrowed.

His voice was curt, almost commanding:

"I'm the one asking questions."

Satan flinched, then quickly answered:

"Yes, Honored Novak.

The Tower of the Night is renowned across all realms…

Because it is the kingdom of the God of the Night!"

Novak's expression shifted slightly.

The God of the Night?

A faint flicker of intrigue crossed his eyes.

"God of the Night?"

Satan's tone remained steady:

"That's right.

His name is Noctaris—the God of the Night.

He has long been at odds with the Creator of Light.

Ages ago, in an era lost to time, a war between the gods broke out.

Noctaris was defeated and fell into an eternal slumber within the Tower of the Night.

Since then, he has never awakened.

Even the Dark Night Sect that once worshipped him… receives only the faintest echoes of his power.

If you seek answers about the Tower of the Night or the God of the Night, ask Aga Reiss.

He possesses the power of the night—he will be more attuned to the presence of the gods in this domain."

A glimmer of understanding flashed in Novak's eyes.

He had caught onto something.

Something… important.

Novak suddenly pressed on, his voice sharp:

"If the God of the Night truly fell into a deep sleep after being gravely wounded in ancient times… wouldn't there have been a struggle for power?

Is it possible that other gods invaded the Tower of the Night to seize its divine energy—splitting it, condensing it into treasures infused with the Night's Divinity?"

Satan fell silent for a moment, pondering.

Then, his voice echoed from within the Ring of the King of Hell:

"It's entirely possible! The struggle for power takes many forms.

Even if an Evolutionary obtains a divine artifact, they may be unable to wield its full potential.

However—if the God of the Night's divinity were to fully collapse… he would likely fall completely, just as the God of the Underworld did in ancient times.

If that happens, the Tower of the Night will lose its cohesion.

Most of its divine power will fragment and collapse.

And when that moment comes—

The entire divine kingdom will become nothing more than a feast for the gods.

Whoever has the means to take the biggest piece of that feast… will do so."

As expected!

A sharp glint flashed in Novak's eyes.

Hell Rose possesses the power of darkness.

Although darkness is not identical to night, their domains and authorities are deeply intertwined.

Which means…

Hell Rose is using this method to strip the sleeping God of the Night of his power and authority?!

Could that really be it?

Novak's eyes flickered.

It was the only explanation that made sense.

But to deprive a god of their authority through such indirect means… was that even possible?

His gaze lowered to the job transfer scroll in his hand.

Meikanxie had once told him—

Any profession ranked S-tier or higher, its skills, and even its equipment or artifacts… all contain fragments of divine authority.

Through the dark forces lurking within this Black Tower,

Hell Rose is dismantling the Tower of the Night's authority.

By using Evolutionaries as intermediaries, she ensures that the power of darkness will ultimately belong to her.

If this theory is true—

Then if Crow uses this job transfer scroll, his profession will be irrevocably bound to this dark power…

And Hell Rose's strength will increase yet again.

Because—

By fragmenting the God of the Night's authority,

Crow will unknowingly further weaken him,

hastening his downfall.

And if the God of the Night truly falls…

Hell Rose will be the ultimate winner!

'This woman's schemes run deeper than I ever imagined.'

For so many years in his past life, he had never even caught a hint of this grand plan.

Yet here it was—unfolding before him, right within this Dark Tower.

Novak's expression darkened.

His gaze fell upon the item in his hand.

A pitch-black job transfer scroll.

Even within this already dark environment,

it seemed to consume all surrounding light,

as if it could devour the very essence of illumination itself.

At that moment, his Peering Eye activated, delivering precise feedback:

[Night Dancer Job Change Scroll (SS)]

"The dark night is the veiler of the sky,

The cover that shrouds the light,

The destroyer of hope,

And the harbinger of the end."

[Job Transfer Requirements: Level 10, "Building Leader" status within the Tower of Darkness.]

Night Dancer?

An SS-tier profession.

Hell Rose was being exceptionally generous.

In his past life, he had also been SS-tier—an Apostle of Desire.

But now—

Hell Rose had presented him with another SS-tier profession.

And not just any class—

A truly unique one.

The faint, radiant glow on the job scroll symbolized its tier.

From the corner of his eye, Novak noticed Crow's burning gaze, his eyes filled with barely concealed desire.

Yet—

Just as light returned to the Black Tower's halls,

Crow caught a glimpse of something else.

Novak's expression had turned cold.

His fingers gripped the scroll firmly, yet his gaze remained distant.

And in that fleeting moment—

Crow felt it.

An unmistakable, bone-chilling killing intent.

It wasn't even concealed.

It was directed straight at him.