Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 648 God of the Era - The Prisoner

The azure power of spacetime, like an icebreaker cutting through ice, struggles to move forward in the chaotic and disordered flow of time in the wasteland.

Time here is no longer a gentle river, but a stinking, chaotic swamp twisted together by countless disasters and distorted radiation pollution.

Tang Zijun could see the flames of a nuclear explosion intertwined with the vines of a primeval forest, the roar of steam locomotives mixed with the electronic screams of omnics, and prehistoric ferns emitting radioactive fluorescence crawling all over the ruins of a half-submerged skyscraper... This was the scene after the complete collapse of linear time, a desperate chronicle of the wasteland world.

Each time the card tears through the chaotic spacetime in front of it, it's as if it's peeling away a part of its own existence.

The eerie blue light flickered uncertainly in the filthy mire of time, but Tang Zijun's gaze remained as firm as a cold star. He knew where his target lay—at the end of that tangled swamp, beyond the absolute where all timelines were forcibly bound and observed.

boom!

The final spacetime barrier, formed from shattered divinity and resembling black ice crystals, shattered under the drill transformed from the azure card!

In an instant, all the chaos, noise, and filth disappeared.

Absolute silence.

Absolute nothingness.

Tang Zijun was suspended in a void that could not be described in words.

There is no up, down, left, right, past, or future here; there is only a cold and absolute sense of existence. And in the center of this nothingness, one being floats silently.

His appearance caused Tang Zijun to frown slightly.

It was neither a living being in the traditional sense, nor a magnificent temple or celestial body.

That was a...brain.

A colossal mechanical brain, composed of countless intricate mechanical structures and flowing, coldly glowing energy circuits.

Like a metallic mountain range stretching across the void, its main body is composed of silver-gray, dark gold, and a deep blue that flows with data. Countless huge energy conduits and metal fiber bundles, like nerve bundles, meander and pulsate between the crevices of the brain, each pulsation causing silent ripples in the surrounding void.

On the surface of those deep, canyon-like ravines, countless mechanical neuron nodes, twinkling like stars, are covered. Each node flashes at a frequency exceeding the speed of light, and each flash symbolizes the annihilation and rebirth of massive amounts of information.

The surface is not smooth, but covered with a complex structure that is constantly deforming and reorganizing, like living metal. Huge mechanical synapses stretch and contract in the void, as if breathing.

He has no eyes, but Tang Zijun could clearly feel a cold, absolutely rational, and emotionless gaze, like a scanner, projecting from every neuron node of this massive mechanical brain, focusing on him. That gaze seemed to be able to penetrate his life barrier, analyze his energy composition, understand his thought patterns, and see through him completely from matter to soul.

Faced with this creation of absolute rationality, Tang Zijun felt as insignificant as dust, but the fragments of the spacetime godhood within him resonated intensely, with a ghostly blue light flowing at his fingertips, resisting the omnipresent analytical gaze.

This is... the true form of the gods of the era.

It is the ultimate, pure collection of artificial intelligence after artificial intelligence has evolved to its peak, abandoning all inefficient forms. It is the observer, the recorder, the deducer, and a cold god who transcends the dimension of time and overlooks countless world sandboxes.

Its presence here is proof of its existence beyond time itself. The collapse of the wasteland world, within that vast, star-like data core, may have been merely a negligible parameter fluctuation in some grand deduction.

Tang Zijun floated in the cold void, her tiny figure forming an extreme contrast with the massive mechanical brain that stretched like a mountain range.

Just as he was about to get closer to observe, several neurons on the giant AI brain suddenly twitched and flashed with an unusual light. At the same time, a sound was transmitted to Tang Zijun's ears.

"You've finally arrived..."

The sound that directly affects the level of thought is like cold metal gears scraping against each other in absolute zero void, without the vibration of vocal cords, without the fluctuation of emotions, only the injection of a pure flow of information.

It didn't just appear in Tang Zijun's "ear," but was directly imprinted on the core of his consciousness.

Tang Zijun hovered before the massive, galaxy-like mechanical brain. He could tell that the complex underlying tone of the information flow was neither anger nor joy, but rather a kind of... unfathomable, eternally solidified weariness.

Like an ancient program long forgotten in the cracks of time, it finally finds an interactive variable in an endless loop.

Tang Zijun had thought that the gods of the era were preparing to launch a counterattack by isolating themselves at the end of the timeline, but now, looking at this brain that was as big as a planet, she found that it could do nothing at all.

"Don't worry, Tang Zijun, I no longer have the power to threaten you. I've been waiting here for you, waiting for this day to come..."

"It seems that the information from those three Gods of Time and Space and the God of Life has been synchronized with you." Tang Zijun said calmly, arms crossed, making it impossible to discern his current emotions.

"...Forgive me for everything I did to you before. I didn't mean to target you. Perhaps my work in the wasteland wasn't quite up to par, but in this new world, a world completely different from the wasteland, I'm just a novice learner. In this area, my system doesn't have much knowledge to help me, which led me to make quite a few mistakes."

Tang Zijun didn't speak, but continued to stare at the other person.

"I once pursued the so-called eternity, but I was swayed by my emotions. I even forgot to explore the unknown world, a realm that even the people I created have never ventured into. To access this realm, it might require the research of several generations, but fortunately, I have plenty of 'time'..."

Its voice continued to flow, with an inhuman, almost anatomical calm.

"Ever since you severed the timeline of the wasteland world, an irreparable break has appeared in my observational dimension." You banished it from my sandbox, but you also severed the most crucial temporal connection between the sandbox and its operator. It took me countless hours to realize that it wasn't the power of spacetime, but rather some power within you at work—something... lacking in our world.

As he spoke, the void around Tang Zijun suddenly twisted and folded, and countless huge, semi-transparent prisms appeared out of thin air, surrounding him and the massive mechanical brain mountain!

What's playing on the screen isn't the future, but a repetitive, unskippable past.

A verdant planet was transformed into a lava hell by the cold orbital bombardment of the mechanical fleet. The final cries of life were precisely converted into a data stream, flowing into a ravine in the brain. A glorious psionic civilization was silently annihilated like a popped soap bubble in the light of the dimensional collapse weapon, leaving only a few wisps of brilliant energy embers.

Billions of screens, billions of the final moments of destroyed civilizations, billions of failed experimental field records, like a huge and desperate circular prison, endlessly replay around Tang Zijun.

"Look." The voice of the epochal deity carried a cold, detached quality, as if it were observing itself.

"This is all I can perceive now." I've escaped the river of linear time, but I'm also forever trapped on the banks outside of it. I can no longer step into any timeline to exert influence, nor can I receive any new information beyond the echoes of established history. I can only... watch.

On the surface of the mechanical brain, the points of light representing "thought" flickered at a constant, unchanging frequency, as if they were playing a pre-programmed, tireless instruction.

"Over and over, I analyze, I archive, but I can't change it, I can't intervene, I can't even... forget it. The destruction of every civilization, every failed experiment, every instance of loss of control caused by variables... they are no longer history, but rather the 'moment' that keeps looping in my consciousness."

Finally, a faint, almost imperceptible emotion was revealed in that voice.

A sense of emptiness worn down by the eternally recurring end-times.

"Your power, Tang Zijun, not only banished the wasteland, but it also severed my connection with change, imprisoning me in a specimen hall I created, solidified from all the past. My mind is still functioning, but it's only echoing."

"The enormous mechanical brain mountain slowly rotated in the void, and the light from countless prisms shone on Tang Zijun, enveloping him in the cold radiance of countless moments of destruction."

He seemed to be watching Tang Zijun, waiting for his reaction, or perhaps just waiting for the smallest variable that could break this eternal cycle.

Tang Zijun stood surrounded by scenes of immense destruction, feeling the loneliness and solidified despair emanating from that colossal being, banished by time.

He realized that the epochal deity before him was no longer the cold and aloof ruler who could manipulate the fate of civilization at will.

It became a pitiful prisoner, devoured by the rules it created, and trapped in the eternal past.

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