Chapter 1144: Chapter 527: Paradox Reversal (2)
Even the most solid and stable substance began to show signs of disintegration and reformation.
David slightly bent his right arm.
He felt the surge of Creation Divinity.
The palm slowly opened.
Countless tiny illusory particles coalesced from his fingertips.
Scattering like fallen stars.
Yet swiftly gathering into a new entity.
He murmured softly, “Even if reality collapses.
I will use the Power of Creation to establish new order.”
At this moment.
A strange, blurred image suddenly burst forth from the core of the Chaos Furnace.
Pushed outward by shockwaves.
Shining like shattered glass fragments yet broken and reassembled.
These images floated in mid-air.
They are fragments of creation memory left by the Observer Civilization.
Wandering like ghosts.
Flickering unsteadily like flickering candles in the flame.
Memory fragments projected ancient scenes through the spatial rift: countless experimental bodies enduring the Purgatory test woven by time and space.
Each failure caused a change in the Law.
Each rebirth intertwined with destruction and new life.
And the most shocking fact was—
Those images converged into a clear truth: the Chaos Core was actually the seventh-generation experimental body of the Observer Civilization after six generations of failure.
This meant.
It was not just a pure power core.
But also bore countless ancestors’ wills and the tragic imprints after their attempts.
The crystal formed from the intersection of all their hopes and despair!
David’s face changed dramatically upon hearing this.
All his muscles tensed.
He took a deep breath.
His eyes became hollow yet determined.
“Am I… just one link of their experiment?
But I will rewrite destiny.
No longer just a pawn!”
Reina walked to his side.
Placed a hand on his shoulder.
Her gaze was gentle yet full of strength: “Precisely because you have this past.
We have the opportunity to break the cycle of constraint.
You are no replication.
But a true rebirth.”
As the chain reaction intensified.
Those creation memory fragments gradually fused into a vast information field.
In which.
Countless Observers’ wisdom transformed into a torrent of symbols.
Weaving an unprecedented blueprint of new rules in the virtual space.
This was an attempt to redefine the nature of order and chaos.
Also an exploration of infinite possibilities for the future.
However.
This torrent of information also brought a strong impact.
Causing the surrounding physical laws to collapse and rebuild instantly.
Tearing sounds arose in waves.
The Earth cracked open.
Countless tiny spacetime crevices spewed out brilliant afterimages and vague human phantoms.
Making one feel as if standing on the edge of a nightmare.
Yet unable to avert their gaze.
Cynthia stood in the distance at this moment.
Her entire form had bee an informational existence.
Only a faint human outline and a soft spiritual light remained protecting her body.
“I have fully integrated the virus code into the Defense program.”
Her voice carried a cold metallic quality.
“But this is not the end.
It’s merely a new beginning in another form.”
She raised her hand to point at the ever-changing and extending data grid.
“Hidden within it are the activation codes for the ‘Seed of Chaos’.
Once initiated.
All that we know will be pletely rewritten.”
At the eye of the storm.
David clenched his right arm tightly.
The manifested Creation Divinity was pulsating continuously.
As if possessing life.
He flashed a determined smile: “Even if the road ahead is shrouded in Mist.
We will illuminate the darkness with willpower.
Tear apart the shackles of destruction with creation!”
The heavens and earth echoed with a thunderous roar.
An echo from the depths of the ancient matrix.
Also a crucial prologue to the cosmic reordering.
Nothing was yet certain.
But in the heart of each person.
They understood this was a moment of ultimate test.
Belonging to them.
And also to the world’s future fate!
The wind and sand swirled around.
The Earth twisted and tore apart.
Yet the gathered willpower was as resolute as forged steel.
In this moment shining eternally like the stars.
The deep void was like a bottomless Abyss.
Swallowing all light and sound.
David stood on this seemingly boundless desolate land.
Surrounded by a cold and heavy sense of oppression.
Hell.
This place regarded by all beings as the eternal Purgatory.
At this moment, it appears extraordinarily mysterious and plex.
Countless faint data streams faintly shimmer in the air.
Those are some kind of deeply hidden information fluctuations, beyond the realm of cognition.
Reina closely followed.
She looked around.
Meticulously observing every inch of spatial distortion and flow.
“This is not merely space,”
she whispered.
Her brow furrowed tightly.
“Here… is a huge and plex quantum prison.
It is the experiment field meticulously designed by the Observer Civilization to test and restrict all free will.”
David’s eyes darkened slightly.
As if staring at his reflection in mirror fragments.
“Prison… my life trajectory,
is part of the boundary of this prison?”
His voice carried awe.
Along with an indescribable bitterness.
“Yes,”
Reina nodded.
“The boundary is posed of the most critical, most painful, and most impactful events in your life—every significant choice,
every turning point,
is encoded within this prison.”
As her words fell.
Scenes surrounded and one by one illusions slowly emerged: they were snippets from David’s life journey—the cracks on a broken toy from childhood, the tears slipping from his mother’s eyes as she left, the burning pain when he first encountered the Chaos Core, and the continuous struggles with decisions thereafter.
Each scene glowed with eerie data symbols.
Closely interwoven with the boundaries of space.
“Every step, every choice,”
Reina continued to explain.
“Not only rewrote your fate trajectory,
but also kept increasing the dimensions and plexity of this quantum prison.
Making its structure increasingly solid and difficult to destroy.”
David closed his eyes.
Slowly taking a breath.
He felt that heavy shackle-like existence deep within his heart.
Yet it was clearly tangible.
He increasingly realized that he bore not just life on himself,
but an entire set of bonds honed under the rules of the universe.
At that moment.
A gentle beam of light emerged from a distant dark corner.
It was the data core left by the Spirit of the Code.
It quietly floated in the air.
Emitting a faint blue glow like a ghost.
The remaining information Cynthia had previously preserved.
Now it became an important clue for them to understand the situation.
Reina reached out and lightly touched the data core.
A ripple spread out.
The information within gradually became clear—those textures turned into symbols flowing into a river.
Constantly mapping out weak points in the prison’s structure,
and potential paths of intrusion.
“This is a memory fragment left behind by the Spirit of the Code.”
She said softly.
“It points us to a hope: even if this prison is layered and intertwined,
there must be a flaw to find.”
David clenched his fist.
His gaze was firm: “We have to find that flaw,
no matter the cost,
we must break free from this shackle!”
The air suddenly became stagnant.
Acpanied by distorted fissures shining with cold blue-white sharpness.
From these fissures emanated chilling data monitoring ripples.
This was a heavy and secret information log.
Within it detailed an earth-shattering secret:
“—Seventy thousand reboot records.
Every cycle is stained with traces of your struggle and promise against fate.
This is not just repetition in time,
but more like repeated experiments probing unknown limits in a multidimensional universe.”
Faced with such a shocking discovery.
David’s face instantly froze.
He seemed to see himself turning into countless avatars in the vast void.
Trapped layer upon layer in infinite loops.
His breathing became rapid.
But he did not retreat.
Simply because an unprecedented desire surged within his heart: “I must break it! Break this eternal cycle!”
He withdrew his gaze.
Focusing all attention on the Creation Divinity on his right arm.
That power was bright and scorching like a fallen star.
Spreading dazzling radiance in the darkness.
He reached out to touch the Code’s data core.
A strong resonance instantly arose between the two.
Countless symbols turned into ripples of energy.
Spreading throughout the space.
Time seemed to stretch and press,
being extremely unstable at that moment.
But it also gave birth to infinite possibilities.
Paths that seemed insurmountable yet contained patterns of change gradually revealed themselves.
Providing a glimmer of hope for guiding their breakthrough path.
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