The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 528 Mirror Trial
Lena witnessed it all.

She crouched down slightly.

Covering his chest with his palm: "This is the most intense collision between will and reality."

It is also an important opportunity to understand the essence of one's own existence.

Her words were firm.

Yet it was filled with awe.

"Only those who truly dare to face the past, the future, and themselves."

Only then can we fundamentally liberate ourselves.

From closed to open.

The storm is subsiding.

But the earth continued to shake.

The endless stars seemed to be affected by this torrent of energy.

It rotates and shifts continuously.

More than 70,000 lines of fate, reflected within the void rift, crisscross and intertwine.

Like a densely woven yet intricately complex net.

To trap all possibilities within it.

It also conceals a hidden opportunity to break the deadlock.

Cynthia stood beside the two of them.

Her holographic projection-like human figure drifted in the wind.

The defense program code turned into tiny crystals and scattered into the surrounding air.

It sparkles like stardust.

"The memory log provided crucial clues."

And our task.

It involves delving into these historical moments.

Use the power of creation to pry open the corners of the cage.

Let the cycle of time end.

The three looked at each other.

A firm belief surged and burst forth in my chest.

This is not just a battle about liberating oneself from one's own destiny.

It is even more about whether the foundation of the free order of the entire universe can be re-established!
The dark curtain of the sky was drawn back once more.

The dawn of a new era has not yet arrived.

The night is as dark as ink.

The sky was so deep it seemed to swallow all light.

David stood silently on the altar of the ancient ritual.

It was surrounded by countless runes with a cold blue light.

These runes seem to be silently proclaiming the ancient laws of order.

A heavy and mysterious atmosphere filled the air.

It makes you feel the weight of pressure and anticipation with every breath.

Lena and Cynthia stood to one side.

His gaze was complex and solemn.

They understand.

This ceremony was not only a test of David's strength.

It was an unprecedented dissection and reshaping of the soul.

David closed his eyes.

The veins on his forehead were slightly visible.

Strands of silvery-white hair floated slowly upwards, drawn by an invisible force.

He took a deep breath.

Muscles all over the body are tense.

Every cell seemed to be welcoming the impending baptism of flames.

"The ritual of forging the divinity of order."

He murmured quietly.

"It means splitting my soul into multiple timeline fragments."

This strengthens control over the laws of order.

The air suddenly solidified.

The floating runes suddenly shone with a dazzling light.

Like a galaxy falling to earth.

It was accompanied by a deep and powerful chant.

An irresistible and naturally occurring power of the Great Dao surged forth from the heavens and earth.

It enveloped David completely.

now.

He sensed that his soul was being forced to split into many fragments.

Floating between different timelines.

This division is not a simple break.

Instead, it extends within a spiderweb woven from multiple dimensions of time and space.

Like being pulled by a fine thread, wandering among countless possible realities.

Each fragment of the soul carries his memories and will.

However, subtle differences gradually emerge.

Like a reflection in a mirror, it gradually becomes distorted.

The emptiness brought about by this state is indescribable—it is a kind of isolated helplessness, a desolate chill left in the void after being torn apart.

at this time.

That emptiness spread outwards like a black hole.

But in an instant, it was filled with a mysterious, ethereal, and chilling observer's consciousness.

This consciousness does not belong to any known life form.

It seems to be a dark torrent that corrodes all things in the universe.

It stealthily erodes every corner in the silence.

"This feeling is like my existence is being replaced."

"Swallowed."

David frowned.

Despite being on full alert, they could not stop that power from gradually seeping into their bones.

He forced himself to concentrate.

Resist this invasion with your willpower.

"I must protect my core!"

Even if it's riddled with holes.

We must not lose sight of our original intentions.

at the same time.

He felt amazing changes happening to his body.

The strands of silvery-white hair began to transform rapidly.

It transformed into a dazzling chain of order.

They climb and grow like living things.

Transform all his hair into strong, gleaming, immortal chains.

These chains are interlocked.

Each section radiates a mysterious energy that transcends the boundaries of ordinary cognition.

Lena witnessed this scene.

He couldn't help but hold his breath and stare: "These chains are not just for protection."

This also means that they have truly grasped the essence of the rules.

It can imprison any power that attempts to disrupt the laws of order.

Cynthia nodded gently.

Her holographic body emitted a faint blue glow: "But this path is extremely dangerous."

Excessive stripping of the soul can easily lead to cognitive collapse.

And it may give rise to independent consciousness.

Before she could finish speaking...

A dark crack suddenly appeared in the air.

A faint yet remarkably clear human figure was vaguely visible through the shadows.

It was an independent consciousness that emerged from fragments of the timeline.

It gazes upon the world.

That gaze was sharp and full of confrontation—

This is a new life born from the intertwining of destiny and rebellion.

A new existence no longer bound by primal will.

Born from the intersection of chaos and order.

Its growth potential is unknown.

But it's enough to revolutionize the future!
Another storm is brewing.

The earth trembled.

As hard as steel and constantly pulsating, is the new order that forges new constraints or liberates future destiny.

And David.

It has now been completely transformed.

He possesses not only the dual divinity of destruction and creation.

Furthermore, they have mastered the power to control the flow of the laws of domination and to sacrifice themselves in order to create breakthroughs!
He opened his eyes.

Among them, the black pupils are inlaid with flame patterns that leap and blaze.

He slowly raised his arm, which was made of chains and hair.

It traced a sharp path through space.

The invisible rules immediately responded with a shockwave.

Like a star falling and stirring up a huge wave!
"I will exchange my freedom for my stripping away."

"From chaos, new life is forged!"

His voice was firm.

It was like thunder rolling down, striking the deepest fears in my heart.

At the same time, it carries the hope of the dawn!

The edge of darkness in the distance.

A solitary figure grew clearer and larger.

It gazes ahead at the road to the future.

The flames of rebellion are constantly brewing
The wind and thunder roared between heaven and earth.

The old and new rules are clashing brutally.

A dazzling white light suddenly split open in the vast void.

The pure white city is like a miracle descending at dawn.

It slowly appeared near the ruins of the Chaos Furnace.

The pristine white building features sharp, cold lines.

It looks as if it were carved from the purest crystal.

Yet it exudes a sense of chilling ruthlessness.

It swallowed up all the surrounding chaos and darkness without a trace.

Lena stood at the edge of the ruins.

His eyes are as bright as a torch.

She looked around at the city that had suddenly appeared.

Its magnificent purity is breathtaking.

Yet it also harbors a sinister and frightening aura.

She clasped her hands tightly.

But his heart remained as calm as ice.

"This is the legendary Mirror Legion. They descend like the Grim Reaper. No living being, no energy, can escape their clutches."

A tense atmosphere filled the air.

A chilling wind howled through the pure white city walls.

Like a death sentence torn apart by the cold wind and scattered in all directions.

Sudden.

Countless mirror creatures poured out from the cracks in the city walls.

They are versatile in form.

Sometimes it takes the form of a human.

Sometimes they are bizarre, twisted, irregular cubes.

But what they have in common is that their features are vague.

All that remains are fragmented reflections and a chilling glint.

David stood before the Chaos Furnace.

His eyes were firm, yet mixed with complex emotions.

He opened his arms slightly.

The right arm shone with a blazing light, a blend of the previously manifested divine creation and the chains of order.

It seemed capable of tearing apart any obstacle in space.

"Mirror Legion".

Not just enemies.

They represent reality's most extreme and brutal judgment on replicators and mutations.

"Rena said in a deep voice."

"What's even more terrifying is..."

Once a mirror-image creature is killed, its corresponding counterpart in the real world will also be wiped out.

Cynthia added.

Her holographic figure was bathed in a cold, silvery-blue light.

"This is a side effect of extreme rule conflicts—any combat action could trigger an irreversible reality collapse."

The battlefield erupted instantly with the sounds of fierce fighting.

The chaotic energy bodies produced by countless furnaces struggled and resisted.

But faced with the Mirror Legion's fierce and precise strike.

They showed them no mercy whatsoever.

The shockwaves from the explosion intertwined, and sparks flew everywhere.

Each collision caused the space to tremble violently.

Just as the fierce battle was in full swing.

A huge statue stands in the city's central square.

It was a colossal humanoid sculpture of David, distorted by the power of chaos.

His entire body was covered in irregular outlines that burned like scorching flames.

Like the burning king of the abyss of purgatory.

The face was blurry and indistinct.

Yet it exudes an irresistible pressure.

Lena was startled by what she saw.

She approached the sculpture.

My fingertips lightly touched the cold stone surface of its base—where a few lines of obscure inscriptions were faintly visible: “Seventh Generation Observer Candidate”.

These words struck David's heart like a heavy hammer.

Let his breathing stop for a moment.

He looked up at the giant, humanoid statue with its raging flames and distorted outline.

That is not only his incarnation.

It is also a long-forgotten and difficult-to-face footnote to fate.

It is the most silent yet fatal revelation of his identity by the observer civilization.

Lena's expression turned solemn.

She knew that the situation was more complex and dangerous than she had imagined.

"This city."

This legion is all centered around your identity and power.

They don't just want to stifle your creativity.

Furthermore, we must eliminate all possibilities of you as a candidate.

at this time.

She stretched her palm out to her chest.

Forcefully concentrate the absolute zero zone.

The gradually encroaching heat waves instantly froze into a hard shield.

As she became highly focused.

The frozen area contracted violently.

It is further extended to the limiting density.

It is as indestructible as if it were compressed into the core of a white dwarf.

He forged a layer of dense armor for himself that was both breathtaking and dazzling.

"I will use this armor to protect every choice I make."

Every ray of hope!

Her voice was firm and clear.

Even in the face of destruction.

We must not give up!

The war continued to spread.

Buildings collapsed and rubble flew everywhere.

But the White City still stands strong.

A quiet yet deadly power surges within it.

Each collision was reduced to fragments of emptiness and vanished without a trace.

This is an unprecedentedly intense and brutal contest between reality and replication, order and chaos, free will and the bonds of destiny!

David clenched his fist in the distance.

He felt his soul being entangled in layers of torment.

Fragments of timelines flashed through my mind.

And that independent consciousness seems to be stirring in the shadows.
The storm raged.

The earth trembled; flames burned the stars; despair and hope collided and mingled.

at this moment.

No one can predict the outcome.

All we know is that the future is being written by these people with unwavering will!

The night was dark.

The starlight shimmered in the sky like shattered gems.

A tense and uneasy atmosphere filled the air.

David stood at the center of the Chaos Furnace.

The surrounding void seemed to be distorted by an invisible force.

Particles in space constantly wander and change.

It seems as if it could break apart and rebuild at any moment.

The power of chaotic divinity surged and churned within him.

It swept over every nerve of his body like a violent storm.

His eyes were slightly closed.

The veins on his forehead were bulging.

That unprecedented, intense sense of resonance was gradually eroding the depths of his consciousness.

Every breath is accompanied by ripples of countless possibilities across dimensions.

Those fluctuations seem to be telling the most fundamental and chaotic secrets of the universe.

"The Chaotic Divinity has finally been absorbed by me."

David murmured softly.

His voice was hoarse yet steady.

But it also contained an irrepressible excitement and determination.

He slowly opened his eyes.

A fiery and ever-changing light flashed in those pupils.

Each ray of light seemed to be able to penetrate the void of space.

It exposes all the myriad possibilities hidden behind reality.

Sudden.

A powerful dimensional resonance wave erupted from his body.

This force continues to spread.

It pushes everything around it into an unprecedented state of instability.

Small particles suspended in the air begin to split and recombine at an extremely rapid pace.

They seem to simultaneously exhibit all possible forms of existence—solid, liquid, gas, and even energy forms intertwined and superimposed.

Like a dream.

Lena stood to the side.

She frowned.

Cover your mouth and nose with your hand.

She felt the oppressive feeling brought about by this resonance.

"This state is like the whole world being in a state of uncertainty."

Every unit of matter exists in multiple forms simultaneously.

This could lead to unpredictable and even devastating consequences.

Cynthia, on the other hand, was much calmer.

Her holographic image trembled slightly.

"This is precisely the ultimate manifestation of the conflict of rules: when the resonant frequency reaches a certain threshold."

Everything collapsed instantly.

And reality itself begins to simultaneously reveal all possibilities.

David gritted his teeth.

All the muscles in my body are tense.

He knew that at this moment he was not only unleashing his power.

It also builds a bridge between the body and the soul.

It tightly intertwines chaos and order, change and constancy.

He sensed that the resonant pulse was strikingly similar in frequency to the alarm system deployed by the observer civilization in the universe—a kind of oscillating signal that transcended the laws of the universe.

It is used to monitor any abnormal changes and intervene in a timely manner.

"I will not allow them to control my destiny at will!"

David gritted his teeth and said.

The energy emanating from his entire body continued to rise.

At the same time, his vocal cords underwent a mutation—his voice no longer belonged solely to a mortal.

It is a sharp blade.

It can cut space.

Rules can be torn apart.

Every word he uttered.

They all seem to carry the power to distort reality, alter the composition of matter, and change the flow of time.

Listen to me!

he shouted.

A burst of golden sound waves erupted from his mouth.

As if in an instant, they condensed into laws binding the void.

(End of this chapter)