The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 533 Breaking the Probability Lock
This is an unprecedented, far-reaching, and deadly precise intervention—an ultimate sealing constraint imposed by the observer himself, which forcefully reduces the probability of success for David and his team to zero!

Lena's eyes suddenly reddened, her hands trembled, and after making one last adjustment to the time trap network, she had to abandon the branches of possibility she had carefully woven, any possibility.

“This is… a desperate situation we never anticipated,” she gasped. “Any effort to change the probabilities of the future seems futile.”

Cynthia knelt on the ground, her muscles stiff as iron. She tried her best to strengthen her mental link, but the persistent cognitive distortions were gradually eroding their mental defenses.

"It sealed our efforts with this 'probability lock,' just like... the most secretive and dangerous protective device in the Chaos Primal Core."

“The primordial core…” David murmured to himself. He felt an unusual resonance in the crystallized placenta within his body. The complex, chip-level runes flickered on and off, as if responding to some kind of activation signal.

He abruptly closed his eyes, concentrating all his consciousness on a single point—countless fragments of possibilities appeared in his mind, stripped away by external forces, leaving only dead ends and insurmountable walls.

But at his most desperate moment, he felt a strange vibration spreading from the inside out, the awakening of some long-dormant hidden ability!

"Possibility folding." He murmured the word, a new ability that had truly awakened for the first time in his life, and the only hope against the zero-probability blockade.

He slowly opened his eyes, his black pupils shifting and changing unpredictably, appearing even more mysterious and sharp against the backdrop of a dark blue trail.

"I must fold those seemingly vanished possibilities, let them converge again and generate new life!" His voice was full of determination; he was no longer the human being who was at the mercy of the rules, but an immortal traveler who had mastered more of the codes to the future.

This power surged forth like a tidal wave, filling the entire battlefield with reverberating shockwaves—

The spatial rhythm became abnormally chaotic, and those small branches that were originally locked at 0% and almost doomed to perish or fail suddenly began to vaguely revive.

A massive time trap woven by Lena rapidly shifts its structure, multiple future trajectories begin to shift and recombine, radiating tiny but resilient light from the gaps in what appears to be a completely frozen reality.

This is what is known as "possibility folding": merging and superimposing multiple trajectories on the verge of annihilation to create new potential pathways, fundamentally breaking the blind spots set by observers!
Cynthia struggled to her feet. "This is..."

“A breakthrough.” A bitter smile appeared on David’s lips. “I can feel it… the seventh-generation test subjects are cheering!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a tremor resounded in the void.

It wasn't just the three of them, but an invisible group shouting and celebrating in unison among multiple parallel spacetime fragments. These fluctuations were both blurry and clear, a collective resonance released from an unknown laboratory and a cluster of experimental subjects that traversed the edge of time!

They symbolize the continuation of life, and also the indomitable soul that defies the shackles of fate and is reborn after breaking through the cage of death!

At this moment, the massive god-killing star and its surrounding horde of beasts still roared and struggled, their dark spirals still tearing at reality, but the entire battle landscape had subtly shifted:

While zero probability strictly limits all positive outcomes, "probability overlay" creates flaws in the seemingly frozen state.
The team formed an unprecedented tacit understanding through synchronized mental links, which weakened cognitive disruption attacks;

The crystalline placenta on David's chest gradually unfolded along with new law patterns, and its core energy underwent a qualitative change.

The runic phantoms on the surface of that deep blue giant star became more active, and its control over the True Name level showed a brief delay and hesitation.

The oppressive atmosphere in the air eased slightly, but then a more chilling, eerie silence, like the eve of a storm, returned.

In the void, the eerie blue glow of the Godslayer Star gradually dimmed, but did not completely dissipate.

The runes on its intricate patterns still flowed slowly, like an invisible net, tightly binding the surrounding space.

David, Lena, and Cynthia stood there, their presence heavy and solemn.

The calm after the storm is not a true calm, but rather a deeper, colder silence than the calm before the storm.

David gripped the seven-ring necklace tightly to his chest, his gaze sharp as a cold blade as he stared at the strange scene that was gradually emerging before him—a vast and ancient matrix of civilization tombstones, slowly awakening in the depths of the void.

These tombstones soar into the clouds, yet seem to stretch endlessly, like stars arranged in a row, or perhaps some kind of enormous square formation.

Their surfaces are engraved with various symbols of civilizations, technological structures, and historical imprints, and each stone tablet exudes a cold and heavy aura.

"These... are the relics left behind by all the civilizations that were swallowed up?" Lena exclaimed in a low voice, her gaze sweeping over the stone tablets that shone with a cold, eerie blue light. Each one carried countless fragments of lost wisdom and technology.

The air was filled with a suffocating amount of information, and the runes engraved on the tombstones flickered from time to time, as if they were living things breathing and thinking.

Even more shockingly, these tombstones seem to be absorbing all the remaining technological products and energy in the surrounding space, constantly expanding their own domain of rules.

Cynthia crouched down, lightly tapping the data stream that appeared in the air with her finger. She frowned as she sorted and integrated the chaotic yet extremely rich information.

“These data are not just records, but more like a huge network of ‘civilization filters’ – built by the first generation of observers to assess and filter the remaining value of each swallowed civilization.”

She looked up at the center in the distance, where the main tombstone was particularly large, emitting a stronger and more complex informational fluctuation than the other stone pillars.

"This central matrix does more than just record information; it can actively analyze and judge, and can even mark certain civilizations as 'out of control' or 'abandoned,' and even activate the corresponding destruction program."

David's expression was grim. He felt an intense pressure emanating from the central matrix, a suffocating and unquestionable judgment that struck deep into his soul.

He clenched his fist slightly. "If our efforts can't change the outcome... will we be marked too?"

“The possibility exists.” Cynthia closed her eyes in deep thought, “but I’m trying to transform this flow of information into weaponry; that might be the only way to reverse the situation.”

She muttered to herself as she began to activate the mental link auxiliary system, directly importing the data from the matrix into her own consciousness.

As she traced intricate rune paths through the void with her hands, data from countless lost worlds converged at her fingertips, transforming into sharp, blade-like streams of data.

This force, carrying ancient wisdom and awe-inspiring will, pierced the silence in the air, moving around the team like a shadow yet elusive, building an unbreakable information barrier for them.

Lena approached Cynthia and asked cautiously, "Can you really turn this oppression into a weapon? Use the unforgettable fragments of history to fight back against the observers?" Cynthia smiled calmly, but there was a hint of unease between her brows: "This is an extreme challenge. Perhaps only by utilizing the large amount of rule remnants accumulated by the once-dead civilizations can we create unexpected flaws."

Time seemed to stand still, and every detail appeared exceptionally clear—

Each time the data blade slices through space, a chilling, bone-deep information ripple spreads outwards.
Whenever team members adjust the frequency of their mental connection, the data shield surrounding the core of consciousness becomes increasingly robust.
Whenever the patterns on the massive tombstone in the distance flicker, countless long-lost technological artifacts instantly surge into the Spirit Network, where they are rapidly absorbed and merged into new rule nodes...

This magnificent yet unpredictable scene completely shocked them and challenged the deepest feelings of fear and hope within their hearts.

Suddenly, the holographic screen shook violently, and a thick red warning message stretched across the field of vision:

【warning】

Objective: The civilization of David

Status: Imminently entering "out of control" (predicted)

Reason: The behavioral pattern has triggered multiple risk points.
Recommendation: Take immediate avoidance measures or undergo rescreening.

Lena's pupils constricted sharply, and she cried out in alarm, "This is...!"

“We are being flagged by the system,” Cynthia gritted her teeth. “Our actions have attracted the attention of the observer’s core filtering mechanism!”
If this continues, we may not only fail, but we could be completely erased from existence!

David's expression was solemn, but his eyes grew even more determined.

He raised his right hand, letting the ethereal blue light emanating from the crystallized placenta on his chest cover his entire body. "In that case, we must break through this label and use a new evolution to shatter the so-called definition of 'out of control'!"

He stepped onto the edge of the suspended rubble, each step like the beating of a drumbeat of destiny.

He looked at the central tombstone in the distance, which was inscribed not only with his real name, but also with a death sentence that would be the harshest judgment on his future fate.

But at this moment, a flame he had never burned so fiercely within him ignited—an indomitable spirit, a sense of defiance, and an infinite yearning for a free future!
The void trembled slightly as countless tiny, intricate data lines intertwined and converged around him like the veins of a galaxy, while the gradually forming data blades grew increasingly clear and sharp—

This is a battle, and also an awakening; it is forging the blade of the future from the relics of history, and casting the torch of hope from the ruins of death!

Lena and Cynthia exchanged a glance, both seeing unwavering conviction in each other's eyes.

"Whatever the outcome," Lena whispered, "we must hold fast to the threads of our own destiny!"

“Unity is the key to breakthroughs,” Cynthia nodded in response. “Even in the darkest and most desperate situations, we must never let fear become a shackle.”

Suddenly, the holographic screen flashed with a blinding white light, and an extremely complex and continuous torrent of data was projected. This was the wisdom accumulated over thousands or even tens of thousands of years by all the devoured civilizations. It surged into the center of the mental link system, injecting the team with an unprecedented explosive force.

This power not only shed the old constraints but also gave birth to new mechanisms, fundamentally changing the cognitive structure and making all members more closely connected...

David felt the resonance between the chip within his body and the Chaos Furnace reach its peak. He spread his arms, his entire body like a burning inferno, but his core was filled with an indestructible will:

"First Observer, no matter how many shackles you impose, I will fight back with everything we have created!"

As he finished speaking, the seven-ring necklace on his body suddenly burst forth with a dazzling blue-white light, which resonated violently with the eerie, dark blue rune on the top of the central tombstone.

A new force, tearing through the constraints of the laws of time, began to emerge, guiding the entire massive matrix into a state of chaotic rhythm!
Suddenly, scorching flames like lava rose from the sky, intertwining with frost waterfalls to create a fantastical scene. This gradually disrupted the originally immutable system of rules, causing rare and violent anomalies to appear at the edge of the laws of the universe!
The eerie blue glow on Godkiller Star is gradually being swallowed up by the chaotic energy that has been unleashed.

The sky was like a torn curtain, with scorching lava flames and icy frost waterfalls intertwining and flowing, bringing intense energy shocks.

All of this seems to suggest that the ancient order of the universe is being subjected to an unprecedented shock and upheaval.

David stood atop the floating rubble, his crystalline placenta radiating a brilliant blue-white light that enveloped his entire body.

The air was filled with the uneasy rhythm of laws on the verge of collapse. He took a deep breath and turned his gaze to the shadowy rift that had been torn open in the universe—a gap in cognition that he had just forcibly ripped open in the original observer agreement.

This rift was like a gate slowly opening into an unknown abyss.

It is filled with extremely chaotic and contradictory information fluctuations. Each frame of "observation data" conflicts with and negates each other, yet seems to be stuck in an eternal cycle.

"This is... the most original, most hidden, and most dangerous gap in the Chaos Core."

David focused his mind, and a new type of magic circle appeared, woven from blue and white flames and dark blue runes.

He knew that this rift was not merely a spatial fault, but a flaw in his cognitive system, a fatal challenge to the authority of the first observers and the fundamental rules of the universe.

Lena stood behind him, her eyes filled with confusion and awe.

"Why does it simultaneously accept and deny all observational information? These data are tearing each other apart, yet they are difficult to completely dissipate. What force is driving this?"

Cynthia clenched her fists, her attention focused on monitoring the mental link array.

"This phenomenon goes beyond any previous rule conflict; it is both a loophole and a forbidden zone; it represents infinite possibilities, but also harbors utter destruction."

Her brows were furrowed, but she never showed any sign of backing down. "What we are facing is... the original flaw in the cognitive system, the first scar left by the original chaotic core."

David closed his eyes and adjusted the core of the Chaos Furnace within his body to operate at its limit.

As the furnace pulsated violently, he felt his divine fusion approaching a critical point—a state of being that transcended the boundaries of the physical body and consciousness, existing simultaneously in multiple realities like a quantum state.

(End of this chapter)