In the biblical myths, the Tower of Babel was originally a product that incited the wrath of the gods, as humans vainly attempted to build a tower to reach heaven, only to be subjected to divine punishment.
"Divine punishment is coming..."
Lewis looked up at the sky, as a mass of storm clouds rolled in darkly, lightning flickering between them.
He couldn't imagine how this member of the White Crow Travel Brigade could break through the Tower of Babel's defenses in any form, so he considered this victory to be within easy reach.
Anluns stared at the giant tower, hundreds of meters high, and a faint smile curved at the corner of his mouth, "Need to bring down this broken tower in twenty seconds, so I can only pray the slot machine gives a good result."
Saying this, he pulled the lever downward.
Amidst the sound effects of "ding ding dong dong," cute cartoon images on the slot machine's prize frame began shifting rapidly—"Bomb," "Pool Stick," "Money," "Boxing Gloves."
