Babylon Revisited Summary Novels & Stories

Since then, humans regained their greatest power, their collective knowledge, enabling them to rival gods and demons. The rhythm of throne life unfolds in a cyclical pattern: beginning with the realm of the Gods, followed by the domain of the Asura, and eventually transitioning to the era of humans. This sequence is the natural order of events within this recurring cycle. In Babel, life underwent a transformative shift. Every citizen had their existence documented, their name was recorded, allowing them to return to their prime years, whether it be 25 or 30, living in an era they deemed best. Death became a concept of the past, and humanity embarked on extended voyages into space.

There is also a wait list, and it is such a big deal for prospects who manage to get on it. And why not? They've after all heard the tales of Babylon. Beyond the exquisite grandeur of glass and class, the priceless art and pristine furniture, the plush Persian rugs and over-priced drinks, Babylon is crawling with utter depravity, decadence like you have never seen, alive with the smell of drugs and sex. Super-exclusive, super-decadent.

she murmured. She let out a heavy sigh as she replayed everything that had happened over the past few days involving the three of them. In her previous life, those three shouldn't have kept crossing her path like this. The year 2015 was supposed to be the time when she focused entirely on her studies. But now that she had returned to the past, she was meeting all three of them much earlier than before. "My God ... I'm still so confused. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?" Ayleen muttered to herself.

In recent times, only Jason had stepped on the top of Babylon twice. As for Dennis, he was originally a member of Babylon, so he was not included. Therefore, Aldrich couldn’t bear the fact that an outsider and a younger generation like Niall dared to step on the top of Babylon so arrogantly. Although he knew that Niall did not mean to offend him, he just followed the footsteps of the man in his heart and wanted to imitate him, it was still a great provocation for Babylon. The two of them exchanged over 280 moves. Niall narrowly won and left with serious injuries.

I angrily questioned him, but he harshly rebuked, "You don't understand how helpless Lyra is as a concubine-born daughter. Only I know how difficult it is for a delicate woman like her to survive in this palace. Why are you so mean? She's your sister, yet you won’t even give her a pack of chocolate chip cookies." Every time I thought about this, my heart numbed from heartache. Now that I had been reborn, I wanted to see if Lyra would make such a rash wish again. Watching Thalyx being dragged away, I finally felt at ease and returned to my room. I thought Thalyx and I would rarely see each other, but he crept into my room that night. He lay on my bed with a grim expression, the crimson blood

"Hold fast to that, it pays off in the long run." Ash cringed, looking at the sticky fluid that landed near his foot. With some effort he managed a smile. "Yeah, mom always said that. So far, it hasn't given much more reward than being walked over." "You humans only see your failings, commendable if you learn," Babi snorted. "However, it leaves you open to abuse and those who only use you." A fine advantage to himself. "Still, what do I care? My main concern is seeing that little relic fixed up, then your world can be much your own again." His lips spread into a toothy grin. "Until one of you self-entitled imbeciles decide to destroy it. Saves the creators the job."

“HISTORICAL DATA CAN NOT BE ALTERED. YOU WILL CORRUPT ENTIRE CYCLES.” “Good,” I said. The word came out short. Sharp. A single book on a high shelf exploded, showering us in fragments of a world I didn’t recognize—a field of stars, a train station, a face I’d never seen. The pieces dissolved before they hit the ground, but not before I saw new labels trying to write themselves in the gaps. STANDARD TRAGIC… I slashed again. REWRITTEN. The Game’s summaries had always been lies wrapped in official language.

That was the only way to leave Elementals out of this mess they had created. “You will make a trip to Babylon. Be sure to take some precious materials and artefacts with you to compensate them. Because of Pazuzu they wouldn’t kill you although they would very much like to. So make sure they are pleased. You must leave today.” Ancestor Origin ordered and waved Ancestor Bold away. Babylon was the true home of the Ancients. And Ancestor Bold was about to be their newest guest. “Yes Ancestor,” Ancestor Bold dared not go against the orders of his superior. He bowed slightly and swiftly exited the premises.

"Mommy, why aren't you back to be with me yet?" Tyler's eyes bulged in rage when he saw Calvin. I could guess why—Calvin was like a mini version of me, aside from the fact that he was a boy. Tyler's gaze traveled between Calvin and me. After a long silence, he pointed a trembling finger at me. "How dare you betray me and even give birth to a bastard! Tell me who the father is!" Calvin had inherited Skyler's personality. He didn't really understand what "bastard" meant, but he could tell it wasn't anything nice.

Perfect. I check my watch. In exactly three hours, the Barcelona city planning commission will publicly announce their heritage protection proposal. In six hours, Rafael will call me in a panic. And tomorrow, I'll begin the next phase of my plan—working directly alongside the man who drugged me and watched as Isabella held me underwater until the bubbles stopped. They took everything from me in my first life—my father, my love, my future, my breath. In this second chance, this strange rebirth, I'll take everything from them. Not quickly, not cleanly, but piece by precious piece until there's nothing left but regret and ruin.