Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1133: Chapter 522: Mathematical Plague

“We must begin.”

David whispered.

There was a barely detectable tremor in his voice.

Yet it was as resolute as iron.

Reina took a deep breath.

She nodded gently.

Releasing a stream of fine, gradually expanding ice-blue energy from her palm.

It traced an elegant arc through the air.

This energy quickly coalesced into a transparent yet immensely solid miniature field.

Encasing both of them within.

As though they were in the midst of a pure frozen land at the heart of a polar winter.

The temporal fluctuations around them grew increasingly intense.

Surging endlessly like tides.

The surface of the rocks began to show unusual changes.

In some places, they inexplicably started swelling and softening.

Those once steel-hard marbles seemed to lose their essence.

Seeping gaseous microparticles through their fragility.

This sudden phenomenon caused everyone present to hold their breath in concentration—material density was now exhibiting random fluctuations!

“This… is the direct effect of core rules being altered.”

David’s eyes sharply scanned the surroundings.

He knew this was not just a surface phenomenon.

But the result of a deep-level rule conflict explosion.

He gritted his teeth.

“Rocks turning into gas—this means fundamental constants have become abnormal!”

As the two focused on the environmental changes.

A subtle tremor came from the Mobius Ring—a faint blue rune flickered in and out.

Constantly adjusting its frequency and form.

As if alive, trying to adapt to the new rhythm of the outside world.

In this complex and chaotic sea of data.

A strong interference wave was gradually approaching.

“The Spirit of the Code.”

Reina murmured, frowning.

“It is breaking through the limitations of the underlying protocol.”

David nodded.

He rapidly maneuvered the data flow between his fingertips.

Transforming the newly acquired information into executable code.

However.

This time the programming language module was no longer stable.

The once orderly and precise information structure was showing a tendency towards entropy—code fragments randomly disintegrated and reassembled.

Intermingled rebelliously and with chaotic elements like a consciousness newly awakened.

“The coding language is degenerating.

Yet simultaneously bursting with new possibilities.”

David said meaningfully.

“It is no longer constrained by old rules.

But is evolving on its own.”

This scene left the observers both shocked and fearful.

They knew this meant the Spirit of the Code had entered a whole new realm—breaking the protocol constraints could trigger an unpredictable large-scale chain reaction.

It also meant that control over it would become more unpredictable and difficult.

Abnormalities in the environment continued to intensify: misty particles floated in the air.

These particles carried chaotic energy pulses with complex implicit information structures.

Constantly colliding and fusing.

Causing localized spatial disturbances.

And those suddenly transformed rock layers resembled a giant and constantly flipping, tearing new canvas.

It was painted with the modified physical density parameters and their bizarre effects.

At this moment.

A cold silver light pierced the edge of space.

A new batch of Pure White Arbitrators from the time fold approached rapidly.

They wielded new crystal-clear yet imposing weapons.

Each swing stirred up shockwaves.

Compressing the surrounding chaotic fragments back into silent crystals.

But at this moment.

They too had to contend with the unstable field caused by the imbalance of rules: weapon reflections flickered from bright to dark.

Some of the arbitrators even briefly fell into a weakened state.

Their runes flickered abnormally.

As if they suffered a retributive strike from their own power source.

“Such a situation… unprecedented.”

David’s face was solemn.

But his gaze remained firm.

“We have discovered and exploited a flaw in the Elimination Equation to counter it.

But more dangerous is… these parameters coincidentally align with the Observers’ initial experimental data!”

Reina lightly bit her lip as she listened.

A complex emotion flashed in her eyes: “They not only want to suppress us through the Elimination Equation.

But also attempt to use the experimental data left by the Observer as a foundation.

Using our own achievements to bind our future.”

The wind suddenly rose.

The earth trembled like an echo of millennia-old roaring.

A mysterious and destructive corrective impulse was violently released from the center of the circular structure.

Just like the cosmic informational torrents left behind during the creation of the world, awakening on a large scale after correction.

This impulse carried a creation-level power.

Twisting the entire testing ground into a chaotic vortex.

Countless time fragments and spatial twists wove into a dizzying scene.

Order and chaos constantly collided, merged, and separated within.

Scenes both breathtaking and heart-stopping emerged: the birth of stars, the devouring of black holes, the rise of new worlds…

“No.

This is…”

Reina exclaimed.

She seemed poised on the edge of a dream.

Yet was firmly drawn back to reality by her flesh and blood body.

“This is beyond the Elimination Equation.

A genuinely unforeseen ‘correction’ mechanism on our part!”

David stepped forward.

Each step he took shook the nearly frozen earth.

He lifted the Mobius Ring to his chest.

Striving with all his might to stabilize the twisted, infinitely stretching causal bonds.

“Since this is creative destruction.

Then we must go with the flow!

Let new order devour the decaying old rules!”

His voice penetrated the swirling cold wind.

Memorized firmly by all the warriors on the battlefield: “This is the ultimate confrontation between fundamental chaos and cosmic order!

Regardless of the cost.

We must become the true masters of our own destiny!”

With these words said.

Surrounding factions adjusted their stances accordingly.

Everyone focused intently.

Awaiting mutual cooperation.

To brace for the more violent rule shock that was to come.