Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time Chapter 516 Beelzebub Eats Architecture

Their footsteps echoed in the corridors of Narthrador, which now displayed a shocking tamorphosis. Dark shadows stretched between the walls, as if watching every move they made, creating a tension that could be cut with a knife.

Not by will. Not by magic. But by fear.

When the na Rinoa Alfrenzo reappeared in the system, the air in the city of Narthrador felt heavier; sothing began to crack in the structure of its reality. Like a fortress haunted by mories wanting to rise again, Narthrador activated its final protocol. Waves of fear spread, penetrating their minds, making every heartbeat sound like thunder shaking the calm, marking the awakening of sothing they could not forget.

"Architectus Inversum."

This protocol did not summon guardians, did not call for weapons. In the chilling silence, hope felt like a lost shadow, colored by a deep sense of loss. Unfulfilled hope hung in the air, like morning dew reluctant to evaporate under the sunlight.

It rolled up the entire structure of the city, turning walls into floors, flipping stairs into an endless web, and transforming corridors into bottomless chasms. References to sacrifice struck the flow of air, as if the city itself longed for the souls that once filled it, creating an unbearable sadness amidst this trendous change.

Beelzebub looked up—now the bottom. She could feel the desire gnawing at her soul, the urge to protect, but also a deep sorrow for the inevitable. Thousands of gears and architectural columns began to fold, distorting reality from three-dinsional space into spatial and abnormal four-dinsional forms, shattering all previous understandings. The laws of gravity seed to be thrown away, and ti began to shift between the walls, like waves flowing uncontrollably. Every movent created a resonance that tore through the silence, filling the air with a rumble as if the buildings were screaming, recalling the struggles that carved their existence, unveiling layers of mories that could lt the heart of anyone witnessing it. "Fitran," Beelzebub said with a voice echoing in the chilling silence, "this place... is consuming itself."

Fitran raised the Origin Code with trembling hands, trying to stabilize the coordinates of space that seed to be escaping him. However, the system denied access, as if locking away all hope and freedom. Doubt flooded his heart, creating shadows of helplessness that enveloped his mind like a thick dark fog. His soul trembled as he felt the weight of fate hanging over them, like lightning in a cloudy sky.

"Denied: Reason – Core Identity Detected."

"Because I brought Rinoa's na back," he murmured, his voice nearly drowned in the chilling silence.

Beelzebub stood firm between Fitran and the folding bridge that was now beginning to disappear one by one into empty dinsions, as if the space itself was erasing their existence. Yet in the creeping darkness, there was a glimr of light depicting hope; mories of love that never faded even as space and ti eroded everything around them.

And she made a decision, a decision that involved everything.

She opened her mouth—and not a human mouth. But the thirteenth stomach. Which only opened once in the cycle of the Void system. In that mont, the weight of responsibility enveloped Beelzebub, as if every breath she took held the burden of greater sacrifice, every second becoming a tear-soaked soap held back in the chilling night silence.

"I will consu... the architecture of this city," she said with determination, her voice echoing.

Their footsteps echoed in the corridors of Narthrador, which now reshaped itself with a terrifying arrogance. Dark shadows stretched between the walls, like ethereal beings watching every move they made, creating a tension that could almost be cut with a knife. This tense atmosphere enveloped them, making every step feel like a heavy burden on their shoulders.

Not by will. Not by magic. But by fear.

When the na Rinoa Alfrenzo reappeared in the system, sothing in the city began to crack. Like a fortress terrified of mories wanting to rise, Narthrador activated its final protocol: Waves of fear enveloped their minds, every heartbeat felt like thunder shaking, marking the awakening of sothing buried, sothing they could not forget.

"Architectus Inversum."

This protocol did not summon guardians, did not call for weapons. In the chilling silence, there was hope that had run out, colored by a deep sense of loss. Unfulfilled hope hung in the air like morning dew reluctant to evaporate, providing an increasingly suffocating sadness.

It rolled up the entire structure of the city, flipping walls into floors, turning stairs into dangerous webs, and moving corridors into bottomless chasms left behind. References to sacrifice flowed in the air, like echoes from the souls that once filled this place, implying an unbearable sadness amidst this horrific change.

Beelzebub looked up—now the bottom. She could feel the desire gnawing at her soul, the urge to protect, but also a deep sorrow for the inevitable. Thousands of gears and architectural columns began to fold, distorted in the painful change. Three-dinsional space vanished, shifting into abnormal four-dinsional forms, causing the laws of gravity to shatter. Ti seed to shift between the walls, sliding at an unexpected speed. Every friction released a resonance that tore through the chilling silence, like the screams of buildings, reminding of the long struggles that carved their existence, unveiling layers of mories that could lt the heart of anyone witnessing it.

"Fitran," Beelzebub said with a heavy voice, "this place... is consuming itself."

Fitran raised the Origin Code, his fingers tapping the screen anxiously, trying to stabilize the distorted coordinates of space. However, the system seed to deny his access, awakening doubts creeping in his heart, creating shadows of helplessness that enveloped his mind like a thick dark fog in the silent night. His soul trembled, feeling the weight of fate hanging over them, burdening every heartbeat that vibrated in the darkness.

"Denied: Reason – Core Identity Detected," the cold, chanical voice broke the silence, implying impossibility.

"Because I brought Rinoa's na back," he murmured, his voice almost drowned by the tremors that penetrated every word.

Beelzebub stood firm between Fitran and the folding bridge that was now slowly beginning to disappear one by one into empty dinsions. In the creeping darkness, there was a glimpse of light breaking through, depicting hope that would not fade; mories of eternal love, even as space and ti tried to erode everything into dust.

And amidst that uncertainty, she made a decision.

She opened her mouth—but not a normal human mouth. But the thirteenth stomach. Which only opened once in each cycle of the Void system. In that mont, the heavy responsibility flooded Beelzebub, as if every breath she took demanded a greater sacrifice, the cold night filled with held-back tears, rging into the thick silence.

"I will consu... the architecture of this city," she said with a voice that resonated, transforming darkness into power.

Beelzebub's magic "Gut of Toposurge – The Devourer of Form"

Activated the thirteenth form of Beelzebub, capable of swallowing and assimilating complex spatial structures, including architecture and the sequences of buildings set by the system. The effect was her transformation into an alternative space, the only stable door to the dormant core of Deus. In that mont, hope and sorrow intertwined, creating a poignant lody of sacrifice and eternal love, vibrating amidst the chilling silence.

Beelzebub's body expanded in an unusual way—without adding flesh, she was rearranged by broken symtry: her arms branched into magnificent bridges; her wings transford into towering support columns; her stomach functioned as a wide-open portal. Her thirteenth mouth gaped from below her ribcage to her groin, resembling a tear in dinsions with sharp tal teeth that seed endless. Every structure she swallowed did not perish but was stored within her as new paths stretching endlessly. Dark shadows hung over her, as if emphasizing the weight of this transformation, how bitter every part of her that was lost and replaced was. Amidst her madness, there seed to be a silence reminding her of a series of decisions made, each an unavoidable sacrifice.

Fitran stepped back, tension palpable in the air. "If you do this, you will not..."

Beelzebub turned, as if hearing the silence filling the space between them. Her face remained the sa, but the look in her eyes had changed. In that gaze, the buried sacrifice and the hope that had been taken away were revealed. "You will lose everything," she hissed, her voice barely audible, but filled with deep pain, as if she were speaking to the shadow of her past that never faded.

"I will not be a being you can embrace after this," she said, her tone indicating an unavoidable disconnection.

"But if I can be your path, then I want to be the space that... you once traversed," Fitran replied, his voice full of unspoken longing. Between those words lay an old promise that continued to chase both of them, vibrating in every heartbeat that seed to hold the traces of love, trying to find each other despite being blocked by uncertainty.

A large gear from the sky fell, with a rumbling sound shaking the calm.

Beelzebub leaped, her hands moving quickly to catch it, and swallowed it whole.

The sky imdiately adjusted to the new geotry, as if consecrating this aningful mont.

In a mont that initially seed quiet, ti seed to pause for a mont, and the air was filled with a sharp tallic scent, signaling a sacrifice. The closed corridors reappeared in Beelzebub's body, as if hidden mories were etched into her flesh. The broken and fragnted stairs now flowed along her spine, creating a sacred and profound weight. The door to the core of Deus—which had once been lost in its darkness—was now carved into her chest, revealing a path to sothing greater.

"Enter," she said, her voice deep and vibrating in the rigid emptiness, resembling a gentle invitation to cross the boundary between life and the inevitable darkness.

Fitran stood frozen, his heart racing, and every beat beca an echo in his ears, like a deep call from another world that was beyond comprehension.

"But—"

"I do not need to be rembered as anything," Beelzebub said firmly, her tone shining in the dark. "Just... rember as your place of stay."

Beelzebub's voice touched his soul, like morning dew refreshing amidst the heat of the sacrifice, radiating a calm that contrasted with the chaos surrounding them. Fitran touched Beelzebub's chest, feeling the pulse of life surging behind her strong surface. The door opened, presenting a new mysterious world. The system fell silent, as if holding its breath waiting for the next event.

Fitran stepped into Beelzebub.

Inside her body, which had now transford into unimaginable magnificent architecture, he walked with curiosity. Every step seed to bear the weight of love and loss, like traversing the shadowy corridors of history that never faded, creating a trace that would never vanish.

Step by step, he gazed at every form that had once left an imprint in his mory:

The first study room filled with laughter and new vocabulary with Rinoa. The pillars of Sheena, silent witnesses of the journey during precious tis in Avalon. The rooms of Joanna and Jeanne, places of conversation and shared dreams that now only left mories. A small door labeled "Kieran's Trace," where friendship was woven and directed.

Beelzebub was not rely swallowing the city.

She invaded every corner of his life, containing all that had ever touched Fitran.

In those mories, a warm and gentle feeling seeped in, filling the space of his heart, as if reviving monts full of hope and trust. Every corner he passed was like a symphony, inviting the sounds of laughter and sorrow to join in the lody of unforgettable longing.

And now, that space made him eternal, never to be lost.

anwhile, outside, Beelzebub's body could not endure.

The structures within her began to rub against each other, clashing as if refusing to unite.

Layer by layer struggled to survive in their own world, conflicts arising from the unavoidable contradictions. She could not be both a ho and a demon; two entities that contradicted each other in this secret space.

In the profound silence, she felt every heartbeat, every tension vibrating within her solid walls, as if rging with the pulse of ti that never stopped. Her blood flowed like a river of life, marking every mont colliding between sacrifice and love, creating an emotional symphony that was inevitable.

Yet, before all of it collapsed into darkness, her final voice echoed from her walls:

"I love you. But let this ti... you walk alone."

And the world collapsed in an instant, like the shattering of a dream. The city of Deus restructured itself, shrinking into shadowy remnants. Yet Fitran's path remained, unshaken by the emptiness.

Because Beelzebub... had beco an architecture of love that needed no return, a monunt of life that was eternal, etched in the soul.