The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 534 Dimensional Rebirth
“I must break through this critical point,” he murmured. “Only by completely merging myself with this broken spacetime can I truly use my will to dominate those fragmented and disordered information flows.”

Before the words were finished, an invisible pressure suddenly struck, like tens of thousands of sharp blades slicing through the void and piercing the deepest part of the soul.

The observation rift in the void suddenly contracted and expanded alternately, and the contradictory information streams accelerated, collided, and recombined repeatedly. Each fluctuation brought violent ripples in time, causing the surrounding space to distort and deform.

"Look!" Lena exclaimed, pointing to the center of the void, where countless chaotic data fragments were gradually coalescing into an unstable shape that floated and swayed like an arm.

The outlines of these arms vaguely depicted different possibilities for David's future; some were pale and transparent, some were burning with flames, and some were marked with cold, eerie blue runes, as bizarre and powerful as a nightmare.

Cynthia's face turned pale. "Those arms... are actually parts of my companions in the future branch—different versions of 'me' from the seventh-generation experimental subjects? Are they data-driven guardians formed by their subconscious connections?"

“Perhaps,” David frowned, but his eyes gleamed with determination, “that is the projection hidden in the ripples of time under the influence of my awakened ability of ‘possibility folding.’ They are my future, and also a new hope to resist the blockade of fate.”

The air seemed to become more turbid and uneasy as these enormous, bizarre limbs stretched out. The tangled data cables, like living things, moved between each arm, absorbing and transforming energy fragments from the various time streams.

An ancient and powerful force is gradually forming. It is not simply destroying, but repairing the gaps in the cognitive system in a new way that transcends the ability of language to describe it, while creating new dimensional connection pathways!

Lena stared at all of this, her voice trembling: "This is not just a struggle, but more like a reconstruction—we are witnessing the most violent and magnificent explosion on the eve of the birth of a new era!"

Cynthia gently closed her eyes and regulated her breathing. She felt the mental link auxiliary system was unusually active. Every piece of complex data carried remnants of new rules, and these remnants quietly endowed their bodies with a higher level of consciousness protection in addition to technological armament.

"If we cannot effectively control these forces, we could become the ultimate target of destruction at any moment. But if we successfully guide them, we can reverse the limitations of the Observer Protocol and achieve true freedom!"

David raised his eyebrows slightly and slowly extended his right hand into the enormous limbs that stretched out from the countless futuristic forms.

Every touch is like traversing billions of stars and years, leaving an indelible mark in the torrent of time.

He felt his own divinity undergoing a qualitative change, disintegrating and then recombining and merging. From the grand rhythm of the universe to the oscillation of tiny particles, everything was integrated into his flesh and soul, and everything became a whole, no longer separated!

His voice was more resolute than ever: "This is awakening! When I cross the critical point, I will no longer be an ordinary human being, but a bridge connecting all possibilities of the past, present, and future! As long as we hold onto faith, this path will never disappear!"

At that moment, the massive rift in observation suddenly widened, and countless chaotic, contradictory yet coexisting waves of information poured out from it, crashing against the banks of reality like giant waves.

Giant chains of crystal-clear yet exceptionally hard data emerged from the edge of darkness. They quickly wrapped around the outstretched futuristic limbs, stabilizing their shape and preventing other potential destructive waves from spreading.

The environment violently trembled, and rare ripples and vortices appeared at the edge of the laws of time.

Like a nightmare, the twisted and tangled patterns of a brain's neural network spread from the walls of space, enveloping the entire battlefield in a solemn atmosphere akin to a religious ritual.

There was fear there, and hope there; there was despair there, and rebirth there...

Lena's lips turned pale, but she gritted her teeth and said, "This is everything we have to endure and face. No matter how difficult it is, we must keep going."

Cynthia gazed at the endlessly stretching data network that seemed to reach the very end of the universe, her eyes sparkling with wisdom: "As long as we hold each other tight and don't let any isolation or fear erode our minds, this battle will eventually see the dawn!"

David gazed one last time at the seven-ring symbol on the crystallized placenta on his chest, a symbol that had now evolved into a complex, dynamic, and multifaceted entity.

He murmured softly, "This is the key that fate has given me, and it is also the only proof that I can keep breaking through constraints and stepping onto the ladder of unknown miracles."

As he finished speaking, a strange, intertwined radiance of intense heat and chilling cold erupted from his body, burning himself like a phoenix rising from the ashes, soaring and dancing in the ocean of data...

Deep within the void, the chaotic energy at the edge of the Godslayer Star intensified, and a magic circle woven from blue-white flames and ghostly blue runes shimmered with a soul-stirring brilliance around David.

Brilliant as a turbulent galaxy, it is the core of a new dimension being born in the furnace of chaos, slowly taking shape like a star in the making.

In this dark and fragmented spacetime rift, new life forces are surging and churning, like life forms waiting to hatch.

David stood on the edge of the fractured spacetime, his figure upright yet composed.

About 90% of his body has entered a quantum state, and his physical body and consciousness are gradually merging into a unified, flowing energy field.

In this state, he can touch and manipulate the most fundamental and profound laws of the universe—a fundamental rewriting and reconstruction of the rules of existence.

The air was filled with a tearing, distorted rhythm.

The void seemed to be cleaved open by countless sharp blades, with countless fragmented images and lights intertwining and vibrating, and a turbulent tsunami of rules, like the nine layers of hell, swept in.

Those ancient and ruthless rules piled up one after another, like giant waves constantly crashing against the boundaries of new dimensions.

"This is... the pain of childbirth."

Lena stared in shock at the ever-expanding core of the new dimension, her pale face reflecting a ghostly blue light.

“Every burst of energy is like the torment that must be endured when a new life is born, yet it is unavoidable.”

Cynthia lowered her head to carefully analyze the data in the mental link system, her brows furrowed.

"What we are seeing is not just a change in spatial structure, but a new reorganization of laws on an unprecedented scale and with unprecedented complexity."

But this reorganization also triggered a violent backlash within the observer's realm, with those rule tsunamis seemingly threatening to engulf the newborn.

David slowly closed his eyes, sensing the influence of his fused state on the surrounding spatial laws.

Every thought casts a rewriting command into the void, and every breath is accompanied by subtle changes in the arrangement of the universe's fundamental particles. "I can... modify all the basic rules here."

His voice was deep yet powerful: “As long as my will is strong enough, I can shape a new order.”

He slightly raised his hands, and the runes extending from the crystallized placenta emitted a soft glow, spreading in all directions like blooming flowers.

These patterns rapidly connect to form a complex network, synchronizing and unifying the overall space with his quantum body's will, guiding the stable outward spillover of the nascent power contained within the chaotic furnace.

The surrounding environment suddenly became more and more distorted and bizarre. Various colors squeezed and collided with each other in the darkness. There was red like blood, blue like ice, and purple like a dream. They intertwined and resisted each other, like stars falling to earth in the dark night, constructing dazzling totem symbols in the void.

Streaks of light streaked across the walls of space, each one bearing the indelible mark left from the very beginning of the universe's birth.

"Nine Hells!"

Lena screamed, clutching her head and kneeling on the ground. "These waves are trying to devour the source of new life, leaving it forever lost in endless torment!"

Cynthia clenched her fist, and her entire mental link auxiliary system emitted gentle pulses. She stabilized the team's consciousness fluctuations and used all her energy to build an unbreakable data barrier, enveloping all the members within it.

"We must protect him, and protect this new world that has not yet fully materialized! As long as life exists, there is always a chance for a turnaround!"

David's eyes burned with unwavering determination, and the dazzling iridescence emanating from his body gradually coalesced into a massive vortex of energy, forming a data core in the center of his chest that continuously expanded, rotated, and leaped.

He seemed to have become the sole and irreplaceable guardian of this new world, as well as the creator and leader.

"Even when faced with extreme destruction, I will not back down!"

His firm and powerful voice echoed in the vast void, "This is my choice, and my responsibility!"

At that very moment, an ancient chanting arose from the birthplace of the new order. The sound was distant and profound, as if it came from the end of time, yet it resonated and echoed across the multiverse.

Amidst that vast wave of sound, there was the unique, deep, and mysterious melody of the Seventh Ring Wizards. They used ancient incantations to awaken long-dormant bonds at the bottom of society, injecting a stable frequency into the new dimension of childbirth—it was not just a ritual, but a song of prayer for a future of perpetual prosperity that transcended the river of time!
Lena gazed at the sky, her face showing both shock and admiration: "Seventh-ring wizards... they are still active at a higher level, igniting the torch of hope for the future."

Cynthia nodded: "This is the only key force that can transform the extreme pain of this moment into a new possibility. We must follow it closely and become one with it!"

David felt a surge of energy flowing within the crystalline placenta on his chest, as if every cell had been given the ability to reshape and rewrite the laws of reality.

He closed his eyes and focused his mind, resonating with the Chaos Furnace to its limit. His fused body seemed to transcend the boundaries of humanity, constantly accepting and controlling the spreading unknown elements and dimensional rhythms.

At the eye of the storm, fissures burst forth from the shattered space, tearing the old order to pieces.

However, amidst those dark cracks, the New Dimension Core shines with dazzling light, and countless data streams and symbols intertwine to create an epic of creation. This is not only a battle, but also a transcendent ritual of human awakening!

As time goes by, this new dimension, born from the furnace of chaos, gradually takes shape, its scale, structure, and complexity far exceeding any known system.

Under its peak operation, it began to actively absorb the remaining energy of the Godkiller Star and some of the energy from the outer observer domain, constantly strengthening its own value while resisting the pressure of the destructive rules imposed by the outside world!

Lena sighed, rubbing her forehead: "We are standing at the darkest moment before dawn... but only by turning fear into faith can we lead civilization through this calamity."

After a long silence, Cynthia whispered, "Every step of growth is forged in blood and tears, but the future will be different because of us. We must remember this struggle and fearlessly face the storm until the dawn breaks."

David spread his arms, his entire body enveloped in a blazing, icy, blue-white glow, his gaze fixed on the vast, boundless new world about to be born:
"I swear in my name! Even if countless hardships weigh me down, I will never allow myself to fall into eternal darkness! From now on, no matter how treacherous the road ahead, I will persevere, because—"

His voice pierced through the void:
"This is our era, and it is also the moment of true awakening for all humankind who dare to take control of their destiny!"

The new dimension born from the Chaos Furnace has not yet fully materialized, but the surrounding energy fluctuations have already reached an extreme level of frenzy.

The remaining eerie blue glow of the Godslayer Star gradually faded, now enveloped by the intense light of blue-white flames and icy runes.

An eerie yet solemn atmosphere permeated the space, like an ancient miracle reappearing, inspiring awe in all living beings.

On the edge of this chaos, a huge corridor formed by the remnants of seventy-two wizards' souls slowly emerged.

It was composed of countless intertwined threads of information and dark blue runes, radiating a cold and profound light, like a grand avenue leading to the deepest truth of the universe—the "Corridor of Truth".

This corridor meanders through the void, its walls exceptionally hard yet possessing an indescribable sense of fluidity, as if every molecule contained the undying will of the swallowed civilization and the observers left behind at the edge of the universe.

The interior space of the corridor seemed to become unusually concentrated due to energy resonance, and countless magical and rule effects were amplified exponentially here.

David stood at the entrance to the Corridor of Truth, the seven-ring pattern on the crystallized placenta on his chest emitting a deep blue and dazzling light, achieving an unprecedented harmony with the atmosphere of the entire space.

He stared ahead, and the infinitely extending, magnificent, and mysterious passage made his heart race. It was a baptism beyond the limits of human cognition.

Lena stood beside him, her fists clenched, her gaze resolute yet filled with immense pressure: "This is... the sacred site left behind by the remnants of the seventy-two wizards? The legendary 'Corridor of Truth'?"

Cynthia's expression was solemn. She withdrew from the mental link system for a moment and looked at the data stream floating in the air: "It's not just a holy land. It's a living information matrix, a forbidden space constructed by wizards with their life will."

Every inch of the walls and every rune here is imbued with powerful magic and the power of rules.

“More importantly,” Cynthia’s voice trembled slightly, “this power will not only not diminish, but will also automatically amplify with the strength of the entrant’s mental power, making all magical effects reach an astonishing exponential efficiency.”

(End of this chapter)