The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 522 The Mathematical Plague
"We have to begin."

David said in a low voice.

A barely perceptible tremor was visible in his voice.

Yet his resolve was as firm as iron.

Lena took a deep breath.

She nodded slightly.

A fine, gradually spreading stream of icy blue energy was released from the palm.

It traces an elegant arc through the air.

This energy quickly condensed into a small, transparent yet incredibly solid domain.

Envelop the two of them.

It's like being in a piece of pure permafrost in the heart of the polar region during winter.

The fluctuations in time around us are becoming increasingly drastic.

Like a surging tide, it never stops.

The rock surface began to show unusual changes.

In some places, it even gradually swelled and softened.

The marble, which was originally as hard as steel, seemed to be losing its essence.

Gaseous particles seep out from the fragile spaces.

This sudden phenomenon caused everyone present to hold their breath – the density of the matter was fluctuating randomly!

"This is a direct effect of the core principles being altered."

David's sharp eyes scanned his surroundings.

He knew this was more than just a superficial phenomenon.

Rather, it was caused by a deep-seated conflict of rules.

He gritted his teeth.

"Rock turning into gas—means that fundamental constants have become abnormal!"

Just as the two were focusing on the changes in the environment.

A subtle tremor emanated from the Möbius strip—the dark blue runes flickered in and out of sight.

It constantly adjusts its own frequency and form.

It's like a living thing trying to adapt to new rhythms in the outside world.

In this complex and chaotic ocean of data.

A powerful interference wave is gradually approaching.

"The spirit of the law."

Lena frowned and muttered to herself.

"It is breaking through the limitations of the underlying protocol."

David nodded.

He rapidly manipulated the data stream between his fingertips.

The newly acquired information is converted into executable code.

however.

This time, the programming language module is no longer stable.

The originally orderly and error-free information structure gradually shows a tendency towards entropy—code fragments randomly disintegrate and recombine.

It was as if consciousness was just awakening, mixed with elements of rebellion and chaos.

"Code languages ​​are degenerating."

At the same time, it sparks new possibilities.

David said meaningfully.

"It is no longer bound by the old rules."

Rather, it is evolving on its own.

This scene shocked and terrified the onlookers.

They knew this meant the spirit of the code had entered a completely new realm—breaking free from the constraints of the agreement meant the potential for unpredictable, large-scale chain reactions.

This also means that control will become more unpredictable and difficult to manage.

The anomalies in the environment continued to worsen: mist-like particles began to float in the air.

These particles carry chaotic energy pulses that contain complex information structures.

They constantly collide and merge.

It causes localized disturbances in space.

The rock strata that suddenly changed state were more like a huge, constantly flipping and tearing new canvas.

The above diagram shows the altered physical density parameters and the resulting strange effects.

Just now.

A cold, silvery light ripped through the edge of space.

Another group of pure white arbitrators, projected from the folds of time, are rapidly approaching.

They wielded new weapons that were crystal clear yet exuded a sense of oppression.

Each swing generates a shockwave.

The surrounding chaotic fragments are recompressed into lifeless crystals.

But at the moment.

They also had to confront an unstable field caused by the imbalance of rules: the reflections of weapons flickered.

Several arbitrators even briefly fell into a state of weakness.

The runes on his body flickered abnormally.

It was as if they had suffered a counterattack from the very source of their own power.

"This situation is unprecedented."

David's face turned ashen.

But his gaze remained firm.

"The annihilation equation has been discovered and its vulnerabilities have been exploited to counter it."

But what's even more dangerous is that these parameters surprisingly match the observers' initial experimental data!

Lena bit her lip lightly after hearing this.

A complex emotion flickered in her eyes: "They not only want to suppress us through the annihilation equation."

They also attempted to use the data left by the observer experiment as a foundation.

"We should not let our own achievements bind our future."

The wind suddenly picked up.

The earthquake trembled like a roar that had echoed for millennia.

A mysterious and destructive error-correcting pulse was violently released from the center of the ring structure.

It's like the massive awakening of the information that was left behind when the universe was first created, after being corrected.

This pulse carries a power of creation.

The entire experimental field was twisted into a chaotic vortex.

Countless fragments of time and space intertwine to create a dazzling spectacle.

Order and chaos constantly collide, merge, and separate within it.

A series of breathtaking and awe-inspiring moments flashed before my eyes: the birth of stars, the devouring of black holes, the rise of new worlds.
"Do not.

This is"

Lena exclaimed.

She felt as if she were on the edge of a dream.

But then, the physical body pulled him back to reality.

"This is outside the annihilation equation."

We never foresaw a truly meaningful 'error correction' mechanism!

David strode forward.

Each step stirred up a violent tremor in the already frozen ground.

He held the Möbius strip high to his chest.

Use all your strength to stabilize that twisted and infinitely extending causal bond.

"Since this is creative destruction."

Therefore, we must go with the flow!

Let the new order devour the corrupt old rules!

His voice pierced through the swirling cold wind.

This was firmly etched in the minds of all the soldiers on the battlefield: "This is the ultimate battle between the root of chaos and the order of the universe!"
Regardless of the cost.

We must become the true masters of our own destiny!

As soon as this was said.

The surrounding factions adjusted their positions accordingly.

Everyone was highly focused.

Everything depends on our cooperation.

In preparation for an even more intense regulatory shock to come.

The atmosphere at the Abyss Quantum Experiment Field grew increasingly tense.

An indescribable sense of oppression permeated the air.

It was as if an invisible blade was moving through every inch of space.

On the battlefield.

The pure white arbitrators remained silent.

Their armor reflected a cold, eerie blue light.

It resembles an ice sculpture that has been frozen for thousands of years.

And among them.

A silent ripple gradually spread out.

It was the awakening of some long-dormant power.

A magnificent yet deadly storm is about to erupt.

David clenched his fists.

A light sheen of sweat trickled down his forehead.

The Möbius strip in my hand is spinning faster.

Its deep blue glow reflected his profound and unwavering gaze.

He felt the tremors emanating from the very foundation of the rules.

An unprecedented and bizarre data fluctuation is sweeping in.

This is not just a shock to the laws of physics.

It is also a challenge to the collapse of the limits of consciousness and cognition.

"The arbitrators activated the mathematical virus remnants in the logical brain."

David's voice was deep and solemn.

He turned his head to look at the center of the battlefield.

The symbols faintly visible behind those pure white armors.

It shimmered with an eerie, cold light, like ancient runes.

Lena stayed close to his side.

Her eyes reflected the vast ocean waves, a mixture of determination and anxiety.

"This virus is not ordinary code."

It is a living mathematical structure.

It is a plague that simultaneously corrodes and distorts both the old order and the emerging rules.

The surrounding space began to distort and shrink.

It was as if it was being gradually kneaded into pieces by some invisible hand.

Irregular cracks, unlike anything seen before, appeared on the rock surface. Those cracks seemed to be telling a story of destruction and rebirth intertwined in their own language: the sum of the interior angles of the triangles was subtly changing.

It went from a fixed 180 degrees to a bizarre and irreversible 200 degrees!

"Euclidean geometry is collapsing."

Lena's voice trembled.

Yet he remained calm.

"This means that the basic spatial structure has been subverted."

This is a provocation against the most fundamental level of the laws of physics!

at this time.

David kept a close eye on the data flow—the virus code had somehow formed a comprehensive monitoring log of him by the observer.

Countless details, language, emotions, and action trajectories are integrated into that seemingly abstract yet exceptionally precise mathematical network.

Each equation is like a dagger.

It pierced through his psychological defenses and penetrated to the deepest part of his soul.

"They used my history as a weapon."

He gritted his teeth.

"This is not just an attack."

It's more like a form of cognitive imprisonment!

long silence.

A gentle yet resolute figure slowly approached—Cynthia.

She was clad in silver-gray digitized armor.

His whole body radiated a faint arc of electric light.

Her face was as calm as a mirror.

Yet it carried an unprecedented coldness and decisiveness.

"I will take the plague upon myself in your place."

Lena looked at her in astonishment: "Your emotional module?"

Cynthia nodded slightly.

She slowed her breathing.

The body is gradually transformed into a flow of data information.

A sophisticated protective net is deployed in the virtual space.

"This is the only way I can protect everyone—by sacrificing a part of myself."

Intervene in the spread of the virus using data-driven methods.

Accompanied by her words.

Countless intricate data lines appeared on the holographic screen.

These informational networks are like the major arteries that run through the origin of the universe.

The source of the epidemic was precisely identified.

At the same time, it performs counter-encoding weaving with extremely high efficiency.

however.

The price was exorbitant—Cynthia's face gradually paled from calm.

Her eyes had lost their former warmth.

All that remains is a mechanical emptiness.

Yet it reveals a sharper, more insightful understanding of everything.

"The Emotion module has stopped responding."

Her voice was icy cold, devoid of any warmth, chilling to the bone.

"But reason will continue to guide me."

The air suddenly solidified.

As still and lifeless as a frozen lake.

But right now.

An even more dangerous undercurrent of information lurks within—a string of forbidden formulas for the advancement of seventh-ring wizards, hidden at the core of the virus, is faintly visible.

This formula is ancient and mysterious.

Its complexity far exceeds common sense.

It is said to be the key to controlling the boundaries of cosmic order and chaos.

However, it could also trigger a devastating catastrophe.

David held his breath.

He could feel the intense pressure emanating from this forbidden formula.

Like a giant sword that covers the heavens and the earth.

It caused the earth to tremble uncontrollably.

He knew it.

This is both an opportunity and an opportunity.

It is also the ultimate test: "If you cannot control it."

We will fall into even greater chaos.

Lena gripped her fist gloves tightly.

A cold glint flashed in her eyes: "Even if it costs everything."

We must also stop it from being abused!

The sudden alarm broke the silence.

The system has detected an abnormal growth signal in the virus's core!

The surrounding spacetime frequency disorder intensifies.

Those originally hard rocks gradually softened and expanded.

It begins to exhibit characteristics of a liquid fluid.

It swayed in the wind, as strange and gloomy as rippling water.

"Time is running out!"

Cynthia said urgently.

Her holographic arm rapidly tapped the virtual interface.

Countless countermeasure algorithms have emerged like a storm.

At the same time, it purifies and transforms the information within its own body.

however.

Each rewrite leads to an increase in code fragmentation and entropy.

Their struggle was like walking on a knife's edge.

Every step could lead to an abyss of no return!
David's eyes revealed a resolute determination.

He adjusted his algorithm framework.

Projecting complex chains of causality using a Möbius strip.

It entangles and attempts to solidify chaotic energy.

To curb the spread of infection.

He extended his right fingertips and gently touched Cynthia's shoulder.

Beneath its cold, mechanical exterior lies the only warmth and comfort: "We'll get through this together."

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

It quickly returned to its turbulent state.

The quantum plague, sweeping in like a tidal wave, continued to erode the entire experimental field.

Every number and every unit of code seemed to come alive.

They reproduce and expand autonomously.

Meanwhile, the arbitrators' camp seized the opportunity to advance.

There was no pity on their faces.

All that remains is the almost divine, ruthless determination to execute orders flawlessly.

Just as the chaos reached its peak.

Suddenly, a dazzling silver light pierced through the void.

Cynthia's entire silver-gray armor was seen spewing out arcs of electricity and sparks.

At this moment, she was completely integrated into the information matrix—like a new being that transcended human boundaries!

However, what followed was...

It was the piercing loneliness that followed the complete annihilation of her original human emotions.

And the accompanying cost of losing oneself.
An unspeakable unease rose in everyone's heart: this battle could not be simply defined by victory or defeat.

It relates to the most fundamental struggle between human will and machine logic, between the right to life and the free spirit.

The forbidden formula of the Seven Rings Wizard hidden behind the mathematical virus.

More like a fatal weight hanging over everyone's heads on the scales of eternal judgment.
Night falls.

The stars sparsely illuminate the earth where the cries have faded away.

Everything falls silent.

However, it harbors hidden dangers.

Chapter 35 Memory Battlefield

The air suddenly stagnated.

Time and space seemed to be twisted into indescribable shapes by an invisible hand.

David's body trembled slightly.

His eyes were so deep they seemed to pierce through nothingness.

Touch the past hidden deep in the river of time.

He and Lena stepped into a mysterious and unpredictable realm—a remnant of memories from his previous civilization.

A fragmented world remaining in quantum entanglement.

The surrounding scenery shifted and changed like a nightmare: the once magnificent high-tech city crumbled and vanished before his eyes.

It collapsed into particles that shimmered with a ghostly blue light.

Then they gradually merge into vaguely discernible human figures and symbols.

The sound of the wind was mixed with intermittent whispers and the clanging of metal.

It was as if history was slowly reviving in this dark void.

And then vanished in an instant.

David frowned.

He felt a strong sense of unease creeping into his consciousness.

"This is not an ordinary battlefield."

It is memory itself.

His voice was low and firm.

"The rules have become distorted: once memory is damaged."

The corresponding reality will also collapse and dissipate.

Forgetting is death.

Lena stood beside him.

A cold light flashed in her eyes.

Completely encased in absolute zero zone armor.

Like an impregnable fortress.

She raised her hand and gently touched David's shoulder.

"We must protect your memory core."

Otherwise you will cease to exist, and everything will cease to exist.

(End of this chapter)