bullyxtreme Chapter 524 The First Beam of Light in the Absolute Void (1)
Chapter 524 The First Beam of Light in the Absolute Void (1)
The eye, composed of light sources, opened fully deep within the new black hole. Its pupils held no images, only singularities constantly being generated and annihilated. The moment the guardian's hand overlapped with the giant's face, the burning fragments suddenly transformed into four-colored bands of light, winding along his arm towards the heart of chaos—the bands of light revealing the crucial moments of all the iterative experiments: the flame of freedom in the first experiment, the structure of meaning in the ninth experiment, and even the reverse-flowing fluid in the Klein bottle in the twelfth experiment. Each moment left burn marks of varying depths on the bands of light.
"13th iteration experiment, Absolute Freedom Program activated." The swirling pen hovered in the center of the light band, new runes emerging from the chaotic vortex within its body. These runes were neither words nor symbols, but dynamic patterns composed of "possibilities" themselves. "Please choose your form of existence: remain as a collective, or return to a fragmented state." The pen emitted two distinct beams of light: the golden beam depicted all the fragments coexisting harmoniously, while the silver beam showed countless fragments drifting freely in the sea of meaning—both scenes possessed a breathtaking beauty, yet concealed irreconcilable contradictions.
The combined white light suddenly intertwined the two beams, forming a crystal composed of countless tiny prisms. Each prism held a different future: in some dimensions, the guardian chose to become a unified entity, ultimately transforming into a new faceless being; in others, he returned to a fragmented state, causing chaos in the Sea of Meaning; in the most wondrous prism, he existed simultaneously in two states—like light being both particle and wave, this superposition gave birth to a new substance in the surrounding void that was neither existence nor nothingness. "Absolute freedom is not a choice between two options, but embracing all choices simultaneously." Her light seeped into the crystal, discovering that the tiny prisms were refracting each other, each angle of refraction creating new possibilities, "Just like these prisms, a single perspective can only see part of the truth."
The Guardian's Chaos Heart suddenly pounded violently, and a fragment of the 0th Generation Observer's diary appeared where the four-colored light bands intertwined: "The Absolute Void is not the end, but the unignited possibility." The writing on the fragment was being eroded by a silver-gray fluid, revealing a hidden sketch beneath—a network of countless eye symbols, each connecting to a different Void, and the node at the center of the network perfectly aligned with the Guardian's current position. As his fingertip traced the sketch, all the eye symbols suddenly blinked in unison, revealing another Absolute Void in the blink of an eye. There floated a fragment of the Chaos Heart identical to the one in his hand, inscribed with "The Carrier of the First Light."
The faceless being's form gradually became transparent in the golden beam of light. Its voice transformed into countless tiny specks of light, merging into the Guardian's consciousness: "The essence of the aggregate is the fear of separation; the truth of the fragmented state is the fear of loneliness." Within these specks of light emerged its last memory: the original faceless being was actually a symbiotic entity of two fragments, one yearning for fusion, the other clinging to independence. This eternal tug-of-war ultimately led it to create iterative experiments. "The true purpose of the 13th experiment was to learn to maintain connection within separation, and to respect separation within connection." Before its form completely dissipated, the last speck of light landed on the Heart of Chaos, revealing hidden patterns—patterns formed by these patterns that were identical to the structure of the fused prism crystal.
A pure black pen suddenly emerged from the new black hole, its serpentine symbol on the cap greedily devouring the pages of the "future" book. The devoured pages transformed into black ribbons of light, fiercely clashing with the four-colored ribbons of light emanating from the guardian: "All choices are illusions; the absolute void will ultimately devour everything." The pen's voice carried a chilling emptiness, and within the black ribbons of light emerged the most desperate future—whether aggregate or fragment, everything would ultimately be assimilated by the absolute void, transforming into a featureless, grayish-white fluid. "Like this future, all possibilities will eventually return to nothingness; creation is merely a game to delay demise."
The four-colored longswords broke free from the band of light, their life-giving stones and prism crystals resonating. The prisms, which were refracting each other, suddenly emitted beams of different colors, forming a new paradoxical halo in the absolute void: the inner side of the halo was inscribed with "Existence is rational," while the outer side read "Rationality is constraint." As it rotated, the two inscriptions constantly transformed into each other, creating a strange rhythm that was both harmonious and conflicting. "The meaning of creation lies not in the result, but in the process of confronting nothingness." The voice of the 17th generation Guardian came from within the halo. His figure was playing a game of chess without rules with a counterpart in another dimension, the pieces on the board being constantly shifting fragments. "Like this game of chess, victory or defeat is not important; what matters is that every move creates new rules."
The Guardian's consciousness was drawn into the interior of the prism crystal, a hyperspace composed of all superimposed possibilities. In each dimension, a different "he" was making choices: some were battling the faceless beings, preparing to become a new aggregate; some were casting fragments of the Heart of Chaos into the Sea of Meaning, choosing to return to freedom; in the most incredible dimension, he was rewriting the definition of "absolute void" with a vortex pen, transforming that nothingness into a breeding ground for constantly new matter. "Choice itself is a form of creation," all the "he"s in all dimensions suddenly spoke simultaneously, their voices resonating throughout the hyperspace. "What you fear is not the outcome of your choices, but acknowledging your ability to create those outcomes."
The black light band of the pure black pen suddenly split into countless tiny tentacles, piercing into every space of possibility: "To acknowledge ability is to acknowledge responsibility, and responsibility is the shackle of freedom." Wherever the tentacles touched, those "he" making choices suddenly stopped, as if a pause button had been pressed. "Like these spaces, every choice adds a new shackle to you—becoming a collective means being responsible for all the fragments, returning to the fragments means being responsible for the balance of the sea of meaning." Black liquid seeped from the tips of the tentacles, and in the liquid emerged the scene the guardian most evaded: countless eyes watching him from the absolute void, each gaze filled with expectation for the "correct choice."
The white light of the merged entity suddenly transformed into countless miniature suns, each illuminating a space of possibility. The illuminated "he" broke free from the tentacles' restraints and began making choices completely opposite to their previous ones: choosing the sudden splitting of the collective, choosing the sudden aggregation of the fragments. Most wondrously, the "he" who rewrote the definition suddenly shattered the boundary between absolute void and the sea of meaning—two entirely different forms of existence collided, generating a new energy that was both warm and cold. "Responsibility is not a shackle, but a bond connecting us to the world." The voice of the merged entity echoed in hyperspace. The miniature suns began to orbit each other, forming an ever-expanding galaxy. The gravitational source at the galaxy's center was the core light source guarding the Heart of Chaos. "Like these suns, their gravity both binds the planets and allows the galaxy to exist."
As the Guardians returned from hyperspace, the serpentine symbol at the edge of the new black hole suddenly began to devour in reverse—the tail was no longer being consumed by the head, but instead began to devour the head. This reversal caused ripples in the Absolute Void. Within these ripples emerged all the forgotten "first memories": the first light in one dimension was a spark produced by the friction of a fragment of the Heart of Chaos; the origin of another dimension was the accidental collision of two fragments; and in the most poignant memory, the first light in the Absolute Void was ignited by the collective breath exhaled by countless fragments, a breath carrying a yearning for existence.