The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 512 Abyss Illusion
David stood by the window, gazing at the night sky outside.

The laboratory lights seemed particularly cold in the dead of night, and a tense and oppressive atmosphere permeated the air.

Dr. Mivi and her team are gathered around an advanced analytical instrument, with complex data streams jumping across the screen, trying to decipher the new secrets they have just discovered from the Chaos Familiar.

David stood to the side, his brow furrowed, his eyes revealing deep worry.

Just then, the laboratory's alarm system suddenly went off, its piercing sound breaking the silence of the night.

Everyone involuntarily stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the entrance.

A soldier rushed in, pale-faced and filled with fear.

"It's terrible! The will of the abyss... It has manifested the phantom of my deceased wife!" The soldier's voice trembled, as if each word weighed a ton.

Upon hearing this, Miwei's heart tightened, and she immediately realized the seriousness of the situation.

The fact that the will of the abyss could materialize the phantom of his deceased wife through the soldiers' fear is undoubtedly an unprecedented conflict of rules.

She quickly organized a team to go to the scene, while having David prepare a response plan.

Outside the laboratory, the night was as dark as ink, and the wind carried a biting chill.

When Miwei and her group arrived at the scene, they saw a soldier slumped on the ground, his body trembling violently, staring blankly ahead.

Not far in front of him, a blurry figure slowly emerged. It was a gentle woman with a beautiful yet sorrowful face; she was the soldier's deceased wife.

"Is this the phantom of my deceased wife manifested by the will of the abyss?" Mivi asked in a low voice, her eyes filled with vigilance.

David nodded, his expression unusually solemn.

"Furthermore, according to our research, the intensity of the phantom's attack is directly proportional to the target's sense of guilt. In other words, the deeper the soldier's guilt, the greater the damage caused by the phantom."

Miwei was startled by what she heard, and she immediately understood what it meant.

If soldiers cannot overcome their fear and guilt, they are unlikely to be able to withstand the phantom's attack.

If the phantom goes out of control, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Just when everyone was extremely anxious, Lena suddenly stepped forward.

Her eyes gleamed with determination, as if she had already made a decision.

"Let me try."

Lena walked up to the soldier, knelt down, and comforted him in a gentle voice.

"Don't be afraid, I will help you."

The soldier looked up at Lena, a hint of confusion and doubt flashing in his eyes.

But Lena didn't stop; she continued speaking, trying to soothe the soldiers' fear and guilt with her words.

However, at that moment, the phantom of his deceased wife suddenly launched an attack.

An invisible force suddenly struck, causing the soldier's body to shudder violently, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Surprisingly, Lena remained completely still, as if the attack had no effect on her whatsoever.

"Lena! You..." Mivi looked at Lena in surprise, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Lena smiled slightly, her eyes revealing a detached tranquility.

“I have frozen my emotions and become immune. Neither fear, guilt, nor any other emotion can affect me.”

Upon hearing this, Miwei felt a surge of respect, realizing the immense sacrifices Lena had made for the team.

However, she was also worried about what side effects Lena's condition might have.

"Lena, won't there be any side effects from doing this?" Mivi asked with concern.

Lena shook her head gently, but a hint of sadness flashed in her eyes.

"I've only lost my sense of taste and pain, it's nothing."

Everyone fell silent upon hearing this, knowing that Lena was protecting the team in her own way.

Just then, the phantom of his deceased wife suddenly let out a shrill scream, and then slowly dissipated into the air.

After the phantom dissipated, a faint sense of sadness and confusion remained in the air.

Just then, David suddenly noticed a blurry image appearing where the phantom had vanished.

That was a memory from his childhood. In the picture, a strange figure was gently holding him, with eyes full of love.

"Who is this?" David murmured to himself, his mind filled with doubt and confusion.

He had never recalled this memory; it was as if it were buried deep in his heart.

But at this moment, it appeared so clearly before his eyes.

Mivi noticed David's unusual behavior, so she came over and asked him with concern.

"David, what's wrong? What did you see?"

David shook his head, trying to banish that memory from his mind.

"It's nothing, just some blurry images."

But Mivi knew that David wasn't telling the truth.

That memory must have some special significance, perhaps intricately connected to the will of the abyss, the observer civilization, or even the mysteries of the entire universe.

She decided to delve deeper into this memory, hoping to find a key clue to fighting against the will of the abyss.

Lena stood silently to the side, her eyes revealing a deep worry.

She knew this was merely a small test by the will of the abyss; the real challenge awaited them.
The night grew deeper, and the wind outside the laboratory became even more biting.

Mivi and her team plunged back into intense research and analysis, while David sat alone to the side, staring at the blurry memory, his heart filled with doubt and unease.

Deep inside the laboratory, Cynthia was engrossed in a pile of complex data and charts, her fingers flying across the keyboard as new analysis results flashed across the screen.

Her eyes revealed a focused and resolute light, as if she wanted to unveil these endless mysteries one by one.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps broke the silence of the laboratory.

Dr. Mivi rushed in, her face filled with anxiety.

"Cynthia, we've discovered something amiss! The real battlefield seems to have been transported to a time fold from three days ago!"

Cynthia was startled by what she heard. She immediately put down her work and turned to look at Mivi.

"What did you say? How is this possible?"

Mivi handed a report to Cynthia, her voice trembling slightly.

"This is our latest monitoring data, showing an abnormal change in the spatiotemporal structure on the battlefield. Moreover, this change appears to be related to the observer civilization."

Cynthia took the report and began to read it carefully. Her brows furrowed deeper and deeper, her eyes filled with doubt and unease.

If the battlefield is indeed relocated to the time fold three days prior, then they will face a completely new and unknown conflict of rules.

“We must act immediately!” Cynthia said decisively. “This spacetime displacement is likely a trap; the observer is trying to mislead our judgment.”

Miwei nodded, and she quickly gathered the other team members to discuss a solution.

Cynthia, on the other hand, continued to delve into the changes in spacetime structure, trying to find the key to breaking this trap.

The atmosphere in the laboratory became extremely tense, with everyone working with all their might.

Cynthia immersed herself in data and theories almost non-stop, her eyes sparkling with wisdom, as if she wanted to see through all the endless mysteries of space and time.

Finally, after countless days and nights of hard work, Cynthia found the key to breaking the spacetime displacement problem—developing a spacetime anchoring technique to fix the current spacetime on the normal timeline and avoid being caught in the failure of causality in the Möbius strip.

However, when she tried to implement this plan, she unexpectedly discovered a shocking fact—the observer had actually used a mirror dimension to conceal the true coordinates of the abyss entrance!

This discovery shocked Cynthia, who realized that the observer civilization's methods were far more sophisticated and cunning than they had imagined.

But Cynthia did not give up; she became even more determined to break the mirror trap.

She threw herself back into intense research, constantly trying and improving the spacetime anchoring technique.

During this process, her left eye gradually changed, and it seemed as if an eternal clock was slowly turning in her pupil, a permanent mark left by the spacetime anchoring technique.

Finally, after countless failures and attempts, Cynthia successfully developed a spacetime anchoring technique that could penetrate mirror dimensions.

She led her team to the battlefield to prepare for the implementation of this plan.

On the battlefield, the distorted scenes of time and space are shocking.

It was as if the entire world had been caught in an endless loop, and the law of causality had completely broken down.

But Cynthia was not afraid. She resolutely activated the spacetime anchoring spell, and a dazzling light instantly tore through the distortion of spacetime.

As the light faded, the spacetime structure on the battlefield gradually returned to normal.

Cynthia successfully located the coordinates of the true entrance to the abyss.

However, when she looked closely at the coordinates, she unexpectedly discovered a shocking scene—images of the complete annihilation of other timeline legions found in the folds!
Those images, like ghosts, linger in the folds of time and space, telling one tragic story after another.

Cynthia knew that these legions had likely encountered the observer's trap while attempting to enter the abyss, and were ultimately wiped out.

This discovery weighed heavily on Cynthia's mind; she realized that the challenges they faced were far greater than she had imagined.

But at the same time, she became even more determined to defeat the will of the abyss and protect the universe.

The battle is not over yet, and Cynthia and her team are ready to face even greater challenges.

They knew that only by constantly pushing their limits and surpassing their own boundaries could they achieve final victory in this cosmic-level contest.
The sky outside the laboratory was gradually turning a pale white, and a new day was about to begin.

Cynthia stood by the window, gazing at the distant horizon.

Her eyes were filled with determination and resolve, as if she could already see the dawn of victory.

The night was deep and quiet, and the laboratory lights shone brightly in the darkness.

David sat at the table, with the faintly glowing fragment in front of him.

His eyes were filled with complex emotions, a mixture of longing for unknown power and worry about potential dangers.

In the previous battle, David unexpectedly obtained a fragment, which granted him the ability to foresee the future.

However, this ability does not come without a price.

He discovered that whenever he foresaw an event, the probability cloud of reality would collapse, forcing a lock onto the worst possible outcome.

This plunged him into deep confusion and contradiction.

"How should I use this power?" David muttered to himself, his fingers gently tracing the surface of the fragments as if searching for an answer.

Just then, a scene flashed through his mind—a terrifying scene of a seventh-ring wizard being devoured by the Seed of Chaos.

The scene was so real that David involuntarily trembled.

He realized that this might be a future event he had foreseen, and that this event was inextricably linked to the fragments.

To unravel this mystery, David decides to try predicting the future once again.

He closed his eyes, concentrated, and focused his consciousness into the fragments.

Instantly, countless images and sounds flooded his mind like a tidal wave.

In these images, David saw various possibilities for the future, including the joy of victory and the pain of defeat.

However, regardless of the outcome, they all share one thing in common—the observers are monitoring him more and more closely.

He realized that the absorption of the fragments not only enhanced his power but also simultaneously amplified the observer's attention to him.

This discovery sent a chill down David's spine.

He understood that if things continued this way, he would eventually become a thorn in the side of the observers, and could meet with unforeseen danger at any moment.

"I must find a way to deal with this surveillance," David resolved silently.

He began to delve into chaos theory, trying to find a way to interfere with the observer's monitoring.

After countless days and nights of hard work, Davy finally created a chaotic probability algorithm.

This algorithm can simulate countless future possibilities, making it impossible for the observer to accurately predict his actions.

At the same time, this algorithm can also integrate David's presence into the chaos, making him an elusive target.

However, this algorithm also comes at a huge cost.

As the algorithm ran, David's hair gradually turned silver-white, a sign that his mental and physical strength was being depleted.

But he did not regret it, because he knew that this was the price he had to pay to protect himself and those around him.

Through repeated anticipation and response, David gradually matured into a more mature and composed warrior.

He learned how to find order in chaos and opportunities in crisis.

His precognitive abilities also became more accurate and reliable, becoming an important weapon in his battles.

However, the image of the seventh-ring wizard being devoured by the Chaos Seed remained etched in his mind.

He knew that was likely the fate he would face in the future.

But he also understands that only by bravely facing challenges can he break free from the shackles of fate.

It was late at night, but the laboratory lights were still bright.

David sat at the table, staring at the fragment.

(End of this chapter)