Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1140: Chapter 525: Bloodline Truth (Part 2)

And a faint fear of the unknown challenges of the future.

“It seems like an ending.

But it’s just a new beginning.”

She said quietly.

“We are facing a new era that surpasses all imagined boundaries.”

The storm sweeps the sky and earth once again.

But it no longer brings only destruction.

Instead, it comes with a force of rebirth implying reconstruction.

Time seems to bend and stagger because of all this.

Different temporal clues weave into a vast net.

Pulling them towards the unknown ultimate beyond.

And tonight.

Beneath countless stars.

They are using their bloodline as a key to unlock the door to truth.

Also, lighting the only inextinguishable torch on their path ahead!

The firmament presses down like an iron curtain.

The roar of the storm reverberates between heaven and earth.

At the center of the battlefield.

The Spirit of the Code slowly stands.

Its body manifests like an Ancient Scroll becoming tangible.

Semi-transparent runes of light flow across its surface.

As if echoing the cosmic laws.

The air is filled with a solemn and dignified aura.

As if time itself holds its breath to gaze upon this moment.

David, Reina, and Cynthia surround it.

Their gazes complex and grave.

The Spirit of the Code seems to perceive their deep-rooted anticipation and fear.

Its gaze profound.

As unfathomable as the Abyss of the starry river.

Yet it carries an undeniable resolution.

“The Wedge of Order has shattered.”

The Spirit of the Code’s voice is low and resonates mechanically.

“Only through logic sacrifice.

Can I restart the oldest and most solid anchor of this cosmic foundation.”

Before its voice falls silent.

A dazzling light suddenly bursts forth from its core.

It is its most precious and fatal data core—symbolizing the Mechanical Realm’s foundational logic and the assurance of order’s essence.

However.

At this moment, it chooses self-destruction.

Sacrificing itself to restart the Wedge of Order.

As the blinding rupture’s sound erupts.

Space seems to distort.

In an instant.

A seemingly absurd yet extremely real new rule is born—”1=0″.

This new law breaking the foundational mathematics and logic.

Spreads within the Mechanical Realm.

Like a furious torrent impacting the foundation of old systems.

Everything around collapses due to this rule conflict: Previously indestructible data structures shatter into pieces.

Stable operating mechanical devices plunge into chaotic oscillations.

The chains maintaining balance and order break apart.

All established laws become disjointed and shattered.

This subversive collapse is not only on a physical level.

But also an upheaval on the cognitive level.

When order gives way.

The weapon systems derived from it are also forced to update and mutate.

David suddenly realizes.

The reactivated weapon carries an extreme and dangerous protocol from the Observer Civilization—self-destruct protocol!

It is a data program hidden in the weapon’s core, possessing complete autonomous judgment and destructive propensity.

Once activated, it will trigger a chain reaction.

Dragging the entire battlefield and even more extensive space into endless Chaos fissures.

This protocol symbolizes the Observer Civilization’s risk-clearing strategy at all costs in the face of calamities.

Sending shivers down one’s spine.

Seeing the Spirit of the Code about to disintegrate.

Its body’s core begins to show subtle cracks.

It uses its remaining strength to quickly back up and transfer a vast amount of stored data into David’s consciousness.

The flickering streams of information pierce through his mind like fierce lightning.

Injecting all rule codes, secret strategies, and historical memories into him.

Sowing the key for the future.

Reina steps forward slowly.

Her hands gripping the sword handle tightly.

Her whole body covered in Ice and flame.

But her face faintly reflects a mix of pain and reverence.

“This is a sacrifice.

Yet it’s also a new beginning.”

She whispered.

“We must bear this cost.”

Cynthia’s expression is grim.

Her semi-transparent quantum state body quivers slightly.

Yet still stays calm.

“New life is nurtured in Chaos.

We have no choice but to face unknown challenges.”

In the distance, a pitch-black fissure appears at the horizon in an instant.

It is a door opened by the new rule.

Also a warning: Unknown forces are watching in the shadows.

Whether they can seize the initiative.

Still depends on the hidden clue’s password to determine success or failure—”Weapon activation password.

Is David’s genetic entropy value of 0.72.”

This number echoes in their minds.

Like a top-secret password waiting to be unlocked.

Also signifies a new chapter about to reveal itself.

This is a string of code from the entropy value of life’s origin.

The ultimate key behind all complex structures.

The important ticket to traverse the chaotic darkness towards the dawn of the future.

When the last echo of the explosion gradually dissipated.

The earth returns to silence.

Yet the current in the air remains.

They know.

This sacrifice was merely a node in the long river of fate.

And what truly decides the future’s path is how they handle the endless variables caused by it!

David clenched his right arm.

He feels the core data merging into his blood.

Elevating his power to a new level.

He firmly gazes into the distance: “Our journey is still long.

But as long as the heart’s light remains unextinguished.

There is no end!”

The horizon at the storm’s center gradually brightens.

A new dawn shoots in from the edges.

Bathing the silent earth in a faint golden glow.

But the observer hidden in the shadows looks with a stern gaze.

The sky suddenly cracks.

As if an invisible giant blade ruthlessly severed reality and chaos.

The shattered light and shadows weave between heaven and earth.

Forming two parallel yet entangled battlefields.

David stands at the dividing line’s center.

His skin flowing with the binary fluctuation of light and darkness.

Consciousness as if torn into two distinct yet inseparable existences.

In the dimension of reality.

The air is clear and transparent.

The sunset’s afterglow pours onto the earth.

Illuminating the ruins torn apart by war.

David stares into the distance.

The smoke there has yet to dissipate.

But the soldiers still firmly grip their weapons.

Eyes resolute.

“Here is our foundation.”

He murmured.

“If this land falls.

Everything will collapse.”

And in the parallel existence of the chaos domain.

All rules become fluid and ambiguous.

Space seems to fold and overlap.

Countless phantoms undulate like waves.

The other half of David’s consciousness transforms into a chaotic form.

His whole body emitting dark purple energy.

Each breath seems to devour a galaxy.

“This is a place where destruction and rebirth coexist.”

The other David intones deeply.

“We must control it.

Or all hope will turn to ashes.”

The two battlefields are cause and effect to each other.

Synced like a pulse: victory in reality directly leads to defeat in the chaos domain.

While advantage in chaos surely weakens the reality battle.

This conflict of rules brings unprecedented pressure.

Plunging all participants into deep confusion and fear.

Reina stands beside the reality line.

Her gaze resolute.

Yet unable to hide her furrowed brows.

“This division not only challenges the limits of our bodies.

But is also the most severe test of mind and belief.”

Cynthia floats between the two.

Her semi-transparent form reflecting quantum interference patterns.

Ethereal like flowing water yet real.

“This phenomenon stems from the chaos core—it’s in a quantum superposition state.

Infinite possibilities weave into a complex network.

We must understand and utilize it.”

At this moment.

David feels consciousness being forcefully drawn into a twin entity: one half focused on creation, building order and hope; the other half governing destruction, disintegrating illusion and reshaping ruin.

They are both independent and coexist.

Engaging in silent dialogue in the spiritual domain.

Coordinating every action and decision.

“I will guard the light of life.”

The creatorial form said firmly.

“And you.

Guide the dark tide.

Pave the way for a new world.”

The destructive form nodded slightly.

His gaze as deep as the abyss of night: “Only through destruction.

Can order truly be reborn.

This is the law of perpetual cycle.”

Just as they coordinated steps.

In the chaos domain, amid the twisted and extended space.

A majestic and mysterious structure gradually emerges—it’s the “Divine Furnace” matrix left behind by the observer civilization’s past.

A colossal device constructed from pure energy and unknown runes.

Its interior contains the ultimate power to alter the lifeblood of cosmic laws.

The building’s shell appears and disappears.

As ethereal as smoke.

Yet seemingly solid.

Making it difficult to view its entirety.

But one can feel the pressure and potential surging from within.