The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 527 Paradox Reversal
"It is evolving."

he whispered.

The voice was heavy yet firm.

"This is not just a virus."

It is a cognitive revolution.

It is the ultimate trap set by the observer civilization.

Lena looked at him.

Her eyes were deep and sparkled like stars.

"Self-referential paradox is a statement that says 'this statement is false' or 'this proposition cannot be falsified'."

It will trap anyone who tries to explain it in an endless loop and lead to collapse.

"exactly."

David nodded.

"And what we are facing is not just a conceptual cycle."

It has materialized as a virus.

Its core is the logical cage created by the observer.

One that traps all thought and existence.

To trap them in a dead end.

A strange fluctuation suddenly came from the air.

The irregular dots of light, composed of numbers and symbols, began to float and twist.

They intertwine in space to form countless ring-shaped structures.

They became entangled with each other.

Dancing in chaos.

Yet it cannot be fully developed.

A faint yet dazzling flash erupted between the points of light.

Each flash seemed to tell a story of profound, enigmatic, and yet destructive secret rules.

Cynthia stood not far away.

She looked pale.

But his eyes were resolute and unwavering, like steel.

She slowly walked towards the clusters of data that were emitting unusual fluctuations.

He slowly raised both hands.

A warm and fiery flow of information burst forth from the palm of my hand.

Like a purifying flame.

Envelop those eerie symbols within.

Let me give it a try.

She whispered softly.

His tone carried a subtle yet extremely firm resolve.

"Since this is a cage designed for us by the observer."

I will then rewrite it into a defense program.

Each step.

She seemed to be struggling with her own soul.

gradually.

Layers of translucent light curtains surged from inside her body.

Those light screens were engraved with complex and elegant chains of information, resembling the textures of life's growth.

This is not just program code.

They seem more like miniature universes.

It is constantly changing and expanding.

And it operates with precision.

The skin all over the body began to become transparent and shiny.

As brilliant and clear as crystal.

Every breath.

They all stirred up tiny ripples of spiritual energy.

Its form is also gradually deviating from pure human characteristics—Cynthia is losing her human form.

But it gained a completely new way of existing.

An information entity that transcends the limitations of living beings.

She closed her eyes.

He focused intently on controlling the defense program.

Reverse and rewrite the virus's code.

This allows it to gradually stabilize and transform into a protective grid.

Rather than a destructive trap.

This process is extremely painful.

Every information disruption felt like a needle pricking deep into the bone marrow.

Yet it is also the only hope that can save everyone.

David watched all of this silently.

He saw the crystals on her body gradually expand and cover her body.

To fundamentally redefine the boundaries between life and information.

A sense of awe welled up in my heart.

Because this is the most direct and courageous strike against the source of chaos.

It is the truest manifestation of the human spirit's refusal to succumb to the shackles of fate!

however.

Just as the defense network was beginning to take shape.

A hidden code has emerged from the depths of the virus's genetic chain—this genetic sequence is exceptionally complex.

A strange rhythm was faintly visible.

Like an ancient code that has been sleeping for thousands of years.

The activation code, known as the "Seed of Chaos," is hidden within!
Lena frowned: "Did you see that? That gene sequence. It's far more dangerous than we imagined."

And even more importantly!

Cynthia nodded weakly: "If activated, it means the beginning of a new era."

Perhaps it will be a completely different kind of disaster.

Night falls.

Countless stars coldly stared.

The earth was as silent as if it had fallen into an ice cellar.

And in this world that has been ravaged by the plague of mathematics.

Everything seems to be entering a new phase that is both unknown and full of challenges.

Human civilization will face an unprecedented test at this moment!

Under the dark sky.

The boundaries of space began to tremble.

It was as if the entire universe was gasping for breath.

Lena stood on the wasteland frozen by the tendrils of time.

Her figure was made all the more resolute by her spine, which was forged from ice crystals.

far away.

The mysterious and enormous Throne of the Molten Core and the Chaos Furnace were as still as two sleeping behemoths.

But he gradually awoke.

The air was filled with intense and chaotic energy fluctuations.

Lena looked up.

His gaze was serious and sharp.

She felt that power spreading from deep within her.

A chain reaction is about to erupt.

David walked slowly closer.

His right arm trembled slightly.

Beneath the crystal cover.

The arm shimmered with a mysterious light—it was his newly manifested "creative divinity".

It gives him the power to create something from nothing and turn the abstract into reality.

He held up his finger.

It's as if you can touch the amorphous energy flowing through space.

"This reaction has exceeded our expectations."

David whispered.

He frowned slightly.

A fervent and complex light flashed deep within his eyes.

"The Throne of Entropy Core and the Chaos Furnace are undergoing a chain reaction."

This is not just about releasing energy.

It's more like a misalignment of rules—"

A shockwave swept out like a tsunami.

Those were ripples released from the fission of the deep-seated laws of the universe.

Lena felt a sharp pain coming from her own time anchor spine.

But she still gritted her teeth.

Fix your consciousness firmly within the flow of time.

I didn't want to get caught up in this frenzy.

The air was so distorted it was dizzying.

Like a Klein bottle, shaped by an invisible giant hand into a complex, interwoven, constantly rotating shape—an impossible form indistinguishable between inside and outside, where output always exceeds input.

This conflict of rules causes the surrounding laws to become abnormally disordered.

Even the most robust and stable substances begin to decompose and recombine.

David's right arm was slightly bent.

He felt the surge of creative divinity.

Slowly open your palms.

Countless tiny, illusory particles condensed from the fingertips.

Scattered like falling stars.

Yet they quickly coalesced into new entities.

He muttered softly, "Even if reality collapses."

I too will use the power of creation to build a new order.

Just now.

A strange, blurry image suddenly burst forth from the core of the Chaos Furnace.

It was pushed outward by the shock wave.

Like shattered glass, it sparkles, yet breaks and reforms.

These images appeared in mid-air.

These are fragments of creation memory left behind by the observer civilization.

They wander like ghosts.

It also resembles a flickering candle in a flame, swaying uncertainly.

Fragments of memory project ancient scenes through spatial cracks: countless test subjects undergo purgatory trials within a vast web woven from time and space.

Every failure leads to a change in the rules.

Every rebirth is accompanied by a mixture of destruction and rebirth.

And what's most shocking is—

Those scenes converged into a clear truth: the Chaos Core was actually created six generations after the Observer civilization failed.

The seventh generation of experimental subjects.

this means.

It is not just a simple power core.

It also carries the tragic imprint of the will of countless predecessors and the trials they endured.

It is the crystallization of all their hopes and despair!

David's expression changed drastically upon hearing this.

Muscles all over the body are tense.

He took a deep breath. His eyes became empty yet resolute.

Am I just one of their experimental subjects?

But I will rewrite my destiny.

No longer just a pawn!

Lena walked to his side.

Put your hand on his shoulder.

Her gaze was gentle yet powerful: "It's because you have this past."

Only then will we have the opportunity to break free from the cycle.

You are not a replica.

It is a true rebirth.

As the chain reaction intensifies.

Those fragments of creation memories gradually merged into a vast information field.

Among them.

The wisdom of countless observers has been transformed into a torrent of symbols.

In the virtual space, an unprecedented blueprint for new rules is woven.

This is an attempt to redefine the nature of order and chaos.

It is also an exploration of the infinite possibilities of the future.

however.

This flood of information also has a strong impact.

It causes the surrounding physical laws to collapse and be rebuilt instantly.

A series of tearing sounds rang out.

The earth cracked and split open.

Countless tiny gaps in space spewed out dazzling afterimages and blurry, indistinct phantom figures.

It makes you feel like you're on the edge of a nightmare.

Yet, I couldn't tear my gaze away.

Cynthia was standing in the distance.

Her entire being is now a digital entity.

Only faint human silhouettes and a faint aura remained.

"I have fully integrated the virus code into the defense program."

Her voice had a cold, metallic quality.

"But this is not the end."

It's just another new beginning.

She raised her hand and pointed to the ever-changing and expanding data grid.

"The hidden information chain contains the activation code for the 'Seed of Chaos'."

Once started.

Everything we know will be completely rewritten.

The eye of the storm.

David clenched his fist and gripped his right arm tightly.

The manifested divine nature of creation is constantly pulsating.

It's as if it has a life of its own.

A resolute smile appeared on his lips: "Even if the road ahead is shrouded in mist."

We too must use our will to illuminate the darkness.

Use creation to tear apart the shackles of destruction!

A deafening roar echoed through the heavens and earth.

That was an echo coming from the depths of the ancient matrix.

It is also an important prelude to the reshuffling of the rhythm of the entire universe.

Everything is still uncertain.

But deep down, in everyone's heart.

They all understood that this belonged to them.

It is also the ultimate test that determines the future destiny of the world!

Sandstorms raged all around.

The earth was twisted and torn apart.

However, unwavering willpower leads to an iron-like determination.

At this moment, they shine like stars forever.

The deep void is like a bottomless abyss.

It devoured all light and sound.

David stood in this seemingly boundless wasteland.

A cold and oppressive atmosphere permeated the surroundings.

hell.

This place is regarded by all living beings as an eternal purgatory.

At this moment, it appears exceptionally mysterious and complex.

Countless faint data streams flickered in the air.

It was a kind of information fluctuation that was hidden deep within and beyond the scope of cognition.

Lena followed closely behind.

She looked around.

Observe every inch of space carefully for distortion and flow.

"This is not simply space."

she whispered.

His brows were furrowed.

"This is a huge and complex quantum prison."

It is an experimental field meticulously designed by the observer civilization to test and restrict all free will.

David's eyes darkened slightly.

It's like gazing at yourself in a fragment of a mirror image.

"The Cage: My Life's Trajectory"

Is it part of the boundary of this cage?

His voice betrayed surprise.

It also carries a hint of indescribable bitterness.

"Yes."

Lena nodded.

"Boundaries are formed by the most critical, painful, and impactful events in your life—every important choice you make."

Every turning point.

They've all been coded into this cage.

As her voice fell.

The surrounding visions slowly appeared: they were fragments of David's life journey—the cracks on his childhood toys, the tears that fell from his mother's eyes when she left, the burning pain of facing the chaotic primordial core for the first time, and the constant choices and struggles that followed.

Each scene flashes with eerie data symbols.

It is closely intertwined with the spatial boundaries.

"Every choice at every step."

Lena continued to explain.

"They not only rewrote the trajectory of your destiny."

At the same time, the dimensions and complexity of this quantum cage are constantly increasing.

This makes its structure increasingly robust and difficult to damage.

David closed his eyes.

Take a slow breath.

He felt that heavy shackles deep within his heart.

Yet it is clear and tangible.

I am increasingly aware that I carry more than just the weight of life on my shoulders.

It is a bond forged through repeated trials under a complete set of cosmic rules.

Right now.

A soft ray of light emerged from a dark corner in the distance.

That was the data core left behind by the spirit of the Codex.

It floated silently in the air.

It emitted a faint blue glow, like a ghost.

The remaining information that Cynthia had previously saved.

Now it has become an important clue for them to understand the situation.

Lena reached out and gently touched the data core.

A ripple spread outwards.

The information contained within gradually becomes clearer—those textures transform into symbols that flow like a river.

This constantly reveals the weak points in the cage structure.

And potential intrusion paths.

"These are fragments of memory left behind by the spirit of the Codex."

she said softly.

It leads us to a hope: even if this prison is full of layers.

There must be loopholes to be found.

David clenched his fist.

His gaze was resolute: "We need to find that loophole."

Regardless of the cost.

We must also break free from these shackles that bind us!

The air suddenly became still.

A cold, blue-white sharpness flashed through the twisted cracks.

A chilling ripple of data monitoring emanates from the cracks.

This is a thick and confidential information log.

It contains a detailed record of a shocking secret:
"--70,000 restart records."

Each cycle is imbued with the traces of your struggle against and compromise with fate.

This is not just a matter of repetition over time.

It's more like a series of experiments constantly exploring the unknown limits in a multi-dimensional universe.

Faced with such a shocking discovery.

David's expression froze instantly.

He seemed to see himself transform into countless clones in the vast void.

Trapped in an endless loop, layer upon layer.

His breathing became rapid.

But they did not back down.

It was all because an unprecedented desire welled up within him: "I want to break it! Break this eternal cycle!"

He looked back.

Focus all your attention on the creative divinity in your right arm.

That power was as bright and intense as a falling star.

It shines brightly in the darkness.

He reached out and touched the core of the legal code.

A strong resonance instantly arose between the two.

Countless symbols transformed into ripples of energy.

It spread throughout the space.

Time seemed to be stretched and compressed at the same time.

It becomes extremely unstable at this moment.

But this also gives rise to endless possibilities.

One after another, seemingly insurmountable paths, yet containing hidden patterns of change, gradually emerge.

This provides them with a glimmer of hope, guiding them towards a breakthrough.

(End of this chapter)