Gadegaard Hoffman posted an update 1 week, 6 days ago
But not a speck of dust was raised.
Its power completely disappeared even before reaching Roland, as though it was nonexistent to begin with.
Hundreds of meters distance could be traversed by a Martial Artist in a split second. Before Delta could even react, its mask was torn apart by Roland and had its star ring grabbed.
Regardless of how much it struggled, it was unable to break away from the other party’s hands. Being in the presence of Zero only substantially weakened it, but in front of Roland, it was almost completely useless.
"This isn’t fair-!"
Its consciousness began to dissipate as its astrolabe got stripped off.
Roland remained unmoved, he was fully aware that regardless of it being pure magical creatures or enemies from Erosion, their weaknesses were located in the astrolabe that revolved inside their bodies. As long as one yanked out the astrolabes from them, they would simply melt like ice under a scorching sun.
The power within his body surged in joy, as though it was welcoming that moment.
Throughout the entire sequence of events, Roland was still unaware of the full situation.
Less than a minute after separating from Valkries, Roland received an incoming call from Fei Yuhan. No words came through and he only heard static and friction. When the phone got cut off abruptly, he saw the abnormal changes occurring at the suburbs from the tourist elevator.
A strange translucent barrier enveloped the expressway connecting the city to the outside, and obviously it was not something technological advancements could achieve. Additionally, an event that could force a celebrity Martial Artist to be unable to explain her situation was definitely no trivial matter.
When he drove out of the basement garage, he encountered Valkries who was sprinting in the same direction, and as a result took her along with him.
But he never expected to find Zero inside after breaking the "Barrier."
And as for the strange man with the mask and robes, Roland immediately knew that it was one of the Oracles.
As a result, Roland chose to kill the Oracle first without considering the consequences-the Association never had any solid leads regarding the invading enemies. Roland naturally did not let go of the opportunity presented, thanks to their appearance and futile attempt to kill Zero.
The instant the astrolabe was completely stripped off, a bright beam of light soared into the sky, enveloping him within!
Sure enough, it was a seemingly familiar situation.
From the corners of his eyes, he saw Zero’s tear-stained face.
He gestured her to relax as the brilliance devoured everything.
Compared to the previous time when he was caught off guard, Roland was more prepared for this. He did not resist against the consciousness that rushed into him, but relaxed his mind and took them in, to feel them-
After all, it was useless no matter how hard he tried to resist them.
Why not relax and focus my attention on these surging consciousnesses.
His vision quickly blurred. Countless snowflakes floated down and formed a monochromatic scene.
Along with the snowflakes were Lan’s whispering words.
"The truth is always what you understand."
After an unknown period of time, he finally got a clear vision of the scene before him as the light dimmed.
Roland could not resist swallowing his saliva. The scene before him was an endless void, with a large red cavity suspended in the black void-it had no depth and was extremely wide. From his position, the cavity’s measurements could only be measured with astronomical units.
Further in the distance were countless twinkling specks of light that mixed with the snowflakes. Roland was unable to discern if they were real or a blurred scene caused from an illusion.
In Roland’s memories, there was only one thing that could fit with the scene before him.
-The void did not represent a lack of light, or that there was nothing. It was just that it was too massive.
The flickering specks of light were things that ordinary people would spend their entire lives counting, yet they were just insignificant things to the entire picture.
The span of this… is truly inconceivable.
Roland could not help but lampoon.
He initially thought that seeing the legendary Bottomless Land for the first time was shocking enough. Who would have thought that this new perspective had not only failed to reduce the number of questions about it, but also pushed it to a new level of profoundness.
A problem arose. If he were assuming that what he was currently looking at was the known universe, what was the connection between the first and second scenes? Could it be that taking the ‘trip’ up the Bottomless Land’s pillar of light led to the Sky Lord’s civilization was in fact sending the rider to space? If that was the case, the term ‘upgrade’-or ‘elevation’-was rather suitable. But regardless of it being the Radiation People and Match Men, they were not existences that could survive in a completely different environment.
Since flames and sharp objects did harm them, it meant that they were only that much stronger compared to humans in terms of withstanding temperature and pressure. But when the ‘upgrade’ happened, all of the Radiation Men that stepped in the beam of light were never prepared for it.
No… that’s not right. Roland quickly rejected this conjecture, purely forcing a link between the two scenes was too far-fetched. Ignoring all other variables, it was already extremely difficult to explain the reason why the deities would do this. Regardless of the endless Battle of Divine Will or the Legacy Shards that brought about evolution, it was not as if they had prepared for this scene.
There had to be a deeper meaning behind this.
Roland suddenly noticed something wriggling under the red cavity.
Seemingly influenced by a thought, his vision started to move-he then noticed that there were many scattered meteorites floating under the cavity that resembled fragments of a scattered planet or as if they should have been there in the first place. They also looked like pieces of an abandoned ruin at a glance. With his limited knowledge, he had difficulty determining the origins of these things.
These fragments appeared to be pulled by a force, gradually drawing close to a unique stone in the center. Every following layer of rocks was richer in volume, and every new piece added in induced an intense change to the surface layer. Roland suddenly realized that even though all the floating rocks appeared as scattered fragments, their individual volumes were not to be trivialized. That was how their formation was being shockingly held.
At the same time, without a reference object, the entire process looked to be moving at a very fast rate. Perhaps, the real amount of time passed was far more shocking than he imagined.
As if corroborating with his notion, the snowflakes started converging.
The scene seemed to be entering its coda.
In his field of vision, the rocks gradually formed an irregular spheroid, and an inconceivable scene occurred before him-the patterned lines that formed the rhombuses appeared suddenly and proliferated along the surface and darkness, as though it was swallowing the spheroid. If not for the faint reflection of light, Roland would have believed that the rocks had disappeared before his eyes.
When it was completely enveloped, the spheroid plunged into the large and red cavity.
The snowflakes covered his entire field of vision immediately after.
When everything came to an end, a sentence written in unknown characters flowed into Roland’s brain.
Despite having never encountered them before, he was able to understand its meaning.
Or rather, they were not words but a thought that directly reflected in his mind.
"This is the price."
"From this moment forth, gravity will no longer be the force which is most deserving of reverence in this world’." "Hey, Roland."
"Roland, what’re you spacing out for!"
"Uncle, come and help save her!"
Two voices rang out in turn, pulling Roland back to reality. He blinked his eyes a couple of times-the pillar of light, the snowflakes-everything had disappeared without a trace, and the messy bridge reappeared before him.
Zero and Valkries were amid the ruins trying to clear out something. From their expressions, the unforeseen event had not come to a close.
That’s right-He suddenly recalled that the person who called her, the genius martial artist Fei Yuhan, whom he felt was different at the Martialist Association, where was she?
Could it be that the ‘her’ whom Zero was referring to was-
Roland’s expression turned solemn.
At that moment, his thoughts were finally back on the right track.
He threw the entire episode to the back of his mind and rushed over to the two. The sight before him caused him to gasp in shock!
Inside a shallow pit was a badly mutilated girl. Aside from her left arm, her other limbs were all completely pulverized to the point of having her bones and flesh blended together. Her body was covered in wounds, her clothes completely soaked in blood, and half of her spine were twisted and had punctured out of her skin.
This was a sight that no one could ever lay their eyes on, even in a battlefield.
And from what remained of her face, Roland recognized her as Fei Yuhan.
She was barely clinging onto life, just barely.
"How did this…"
Roland knelt down, completely at a loss. Save her? Even with bandages, it was impossible to wrap her internal organs back into place, much less talk about stopping the bleeding. There was no spot that was perfect and unharmed on her body. Her bodily functions had completely broken down and she was completely relying on the Force of Nature to keep her consciousness from slipping away.
But this bit of power was like the last bit of wax of a candle; she was already burning out.
As a matter of fact, to be able to stay conscious in such a situation required extremely powerful willpower. Even as martial artists, very few were capable of achieving this.
"Master became like this because she protected me…" Zero sobbed.
"She’s about to die." Valkries pointed out. "Even a Grand Lord with such injuries can only delay the inevitable in the Red Mist Pond. Furthermore, the standard of medical operations here isn’t even comparable to the Red Mist Pond. Even if she had plenty of magic power in her, we can’t reverse this. She is able to persevere because she is a true warrior."
"You’re finally… here." Fei Yuhan seemed to have heard them as she slowly opened her eyes. "Should I call you… Master Creator?"
Her words were mixed with a hint of humor, and the expression she gave made it look as though she was not in a perilous situation.
Roland seemed stunned for a moment. "You…"
"I am sorry… I eavesdropped on your conversation." She winked at Valkries-the only action she was capable of making. "But if we could do it all over again, I would… still do this. Zero… is she okay?"
The few sentences seemed to take a toll on her. They had to hold their breaths and get close to her to listen to her words.
"Master, I… am fine…" Zero whimpered.
"This world… is still fine, right?" Fei Yuhan sighed. "In a way, I can consider this as fulfilling my responsibility in protecting it."
"So you are aware that this world is a Dreamworld-" Valkries frowned.
"Maybe to you guys, there many worlds, but in my eyes… this is the only one. And it is a martial artist’s duty to protect this world." She paused for a moment. "Allow me to say this… Master Creator, since you created this world, you should have some trust in everyone, right?"
"Trust… in everyone?"
"I know it will sound… ridiculous, but as long as you bring out some evidence, the higher-ups of the Association… isn’t as obstinate as you think. We might not be able to do much, but we are not entirely useless as well… even if we can’t beat the Oracles, at least we can help lessen your burden.
Knight in Another World Wouldn’t it… be slightly easier to save this world?"
Gather the strength of the masses-
A light bulb came over Roland’s head.
That’s right, I am the Creator of this world.
But I’m not necessarily an omnipotent God.
I can’t do certain things.
But others can.
If everyone works together, who knows what miracle we can achieve.
"The last thing I want to say is… thank you." Fei Yuhan’s voice was already faltering. "Thank you for creating this world, even if it is just a dream-"
"No, this isn’t a Dream World." Roland interrupted, "It is a world that exists in the Realm of Mind, and will always continue to exist."
"I knew… that you would say that." Fei Yuhan closed her eyes and revealed a satisfied smile.
"Besides, even if I am able to produce some evidence, I alone will not be enough to convince the world that I am some god or creator. But if I have the words of the genius Martial Artist, maybe the effect will be different."
She moved her lips. Are you… consoling me?