Chapter 48: Alex’s Crazy Project
CH48 Alex’s Crazy Project
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The greatest difference between this world and the countless fantasy novel True_Sage had once binge-read online... was the absence of large-scale use of personal interspatial storage.
For a realm that, to a modern Earthling, was still stuck in the magical equivalent of the dieval age, to also be lacking robust interspatial storage was more than inconvenient—it was downright archaic.
So, when the chance to change that appeared in the Realms of Runes...
Alex jumped at it without hesitation.
With his perception once again elevated into the Runic Realm, he reached for the Nullcore Orb secured in his waist satchel.
He poured both Spiritual Force and mana into it, opening a tiny rift that allowed access to the orb’s internal space—a basic spatial storage function.
’As expected!’ Alex grinned, eyes shining.
With his rune-enhanced vision, he watched closely as Runes flared to life, forming an intricate array circle in the instant the dinsional link opened.
Most wouldn’t have noticed it.
But for Alex, that fleeting mont was more than enough.
His Eidetic mory captured the runic sequence in perfect detail—the logic runes, the spatial link architecture, and the binding matrix that held it all together.
He imdiately relayed the recorded image to the OmniRune Core.
Together, they began the replication process—forming and arranging new Runes within a custom-built array circle.
Ti blurred into irrelevance.
Alex beca completely absorbed, losing all awareness of his body or surroundings.
He was on the verge of cracking the logic behind interspatial storage—a ga-changer for Rune-Tech as a whole.
Eventually, the final Rune slid into place.
To Alex’s mild surprise, the formation had been fully constructed within his Mindspace—without requiring the OmniRune Core to manifest physically.
Interesting.
He stepped back ntally, now analysing the complete—though inactive—array from a programr’s perspective.
And right away, he spotted flaws.
Not true mistakes, per se—but deliberate compromises baked into the formation.
Workarounds.
Stopgaps.
These were limitations imposed by the hardware—the Nullcore Crystal—which couldn’t handle the full breadth of the original formation’s complexity.
They weakened the array.
And that, Alex could not tolerate.
He wanted sothing pure, sothing elegant. A formation as close to the original design intent as his current Rune-Tech understanding would allow.
So he went to work.
Using every scrap of Runic theory, every ounce of his elevated perception, he began stripping away the compromises—restoring the array’s underlying elegance.
Again, ti flowed like a distant river—unfelt, uncaring.
Badum! Badum!
His heart pounded harder the closer he got to completion.
Alex assud it was just excitent.
He didn’t notice the wolf phantom from his bloodline or the golden Dragon fla in his Mana Heart—both shifting uneasily, wiggling with rising alarm.
He remained laser-focused.
He removed the final redundancy, streamlining the structure to what he believed was its true form.
Then, for good asure, he added sothing personal—his own flair, a minor innovation to make the array uniquely his.
’And with that... voilà!’ he grinned.
He ntally ’stepped back’ to admire his creation.
Suspended in his Mindspace floated a brilliant runic array circle, humming faintly with restrained power—beautiful, elegant, and—at least to Alex—perfect.
He ntally rubbed his hands together, giddy.
Then, gathering both mana and Spiritual Force, he activated the formation.
Suddenly—
Spaceti froze.
Alex remained frozen mid-grin, his hand still glowing with mana as he activated the formation. Outside, in the vast valley, below, savage beasts stood locked in place—fangs bared mid-attack, claws halfway through a killing blow.
Above them, the scavenger birds—wings spread, eyes gleaming with hunger—hung motionless in the air.
Ti itself had co to a halt.
Only one thing moved.
The dark clouds above churned restlessly, swirling into a formation far beyond natural phenonon.
A golden lightning coalesced within them, flickering violently, until it took the shape of a massive, serpentine dragon. From within the storm, a colossal dragon’s head slowly erged, its glowing eyes peering down—
—at the one who had summoned it.
This was the second ti in what, to mortals, might be asured in years.
But to the Tribulation of Heavenly Secrets, these re five years was nothing more than a breath.
The entity looked down and—for the briefest mont in eternity—it paused.
A flicker of sothing akin to shock registered in the semi-sentient construct’s eternal awareness. This was not an emotion in the human sense—more a chanical stutter in its thought-process, a system encountering the impossible.
Once again... the sa being.
The sa anomaly.
The sa source of disruption.
Across eons of existence, since the primordial age when natural law was still forming, the Tribulation of Heavenly Secrets had served as the arbiter of cosmic balance, manifesting only when soone tampered with the deep laws of reality.
Yet never—never—had it descended upon the sa individual twice, and in such a narrow span of subjective ti.
It found this unprecedented.
It focused its vast awareness upon the being known as Alex Fury, analysing his actions and intent with cold, clinical detachnt.
The construct calculated that the youth had achieved his latest feat by building upon a foundation that had already been accepted into the natural order during its previous descent.
So by its own rules, his actions were... valid.
But validity alone was not enough.
The power the boy touch upon was beyond his capability.
To permit such a profound advancent—without consequence—would violate the balance it was designed to preserve.
So the Tribulation made an adjustnt.
It subtly altered the natural backlash that would have followed the activation of Alex’s formation.
Rather than allow the collapse of the Subspace Sanctorum—an event that would have killed Alex and every other lifeform within—it imposed new conditions.
The formation would succeed.
But its impact would be blunted, and its effects diminished.
A bargain struck in silence: life preserved in exchange for potential lost.
That was the most the Tribulation could offer, within the confines of its immutable protocols.
With its judgnt complete, the golden dragon receded back into the clouds.
Its presence vanished.
No boom of thunder followed.
No storm.
No sign that anything had happened at all.
Alex remained blissfully unaware—oblivious to how close he’d co to death, or how nearly he’d brought about the collapse of the entire Subspace.
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