Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1155: Chapter 533: Probability Lock Broken

This was an unprecedented, lethal precision intervention that surpassed the limits of conventional cognition—a kind of ultimate sealing protocol personally imposed by the Observer, reducing the success probability of David and his team to absolute zero with sheer power!

Reina’s eyes suddenly reddened. Her hands trembled as she made the final adjustments to the time trap network before she had no choice but to abandon the possibility branches she had painstakingly woven, all possibilities.

”This is... an impasse we never anticipated,” she gasped, ”Every effort to change the probability of the future seems like it was in vain.”

Cynthia knelt on the ground, her muscles rigid as iron. She exerted all her strength to reinforce the mental link support, but the cognitive distortions that continuously attacked were gradually eroding their mental defenses.

”It used this ’probability lock’ to seal our efforts, as if it were... the most secret and dangerous protective device of the Chaos Core.”

”The core...” David murmured to himself, feeling an anomalous resonance in the crystalized embryo within him, with chip-level complex rune patterns flickering dimly, as if responding to some activation signal.

He suddenly closed his eyes and focused 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 in the moment of deepest despair, he felt a strange vibration spreading from inside out, an awakening of some long-dormant hidden ability!

”Possibility fold.” He whispered the term, the first genuine awakening of a new ability in his life journey and the only hope against the probability-zero lockout.

He slowly opened his eyes, his black-hole-like pupils unraveled unpredictably, appearing more mysterious and sharply piercing against the backdrop of a bluish tail trace.

”I must fold those seemingly extinct possibilities, allowing them to reconverge and give birth to new life!” His voice was filled with determination, no longer the human manipulated by rules but an immortal walker mastering more future trajectory passwords.

This power surged like a tide, causing the entire battlefield to resound with reverberating tremors—

The spatial rhythm became unusually chaotic, and those small branches originally locked at 0% and nearly doomed to extinction or failure suddenly began to faintly recover.

A large time trap network woven by Reina quickly transformed its structure. Multiple future trajectories began to dislocate and recombine, blossoming with small but resilient lights in the seemingly completely frozen reality.

This is the so-called ”possibility fold”: merging and overlaying multiple near-extinction future trajectories to create a new potential path, fundamentally breaking the Observer’s set dead angles!

Cynthia stood up with difficulty, ”This is...”

”A breakthrough.” David revealed a bitter smile, ”I can feel them... the seventh generation of experimental subjects, they’re cheering!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a wave of void tremors ensued.

It wasn’t just the three of them, but an invisible group across fragments of multiple parallel timelines, calling and celebrating in unison. These vibrations were both vague and clear, coming from unknown laboratories, collectively resonated by experimental subjects crossing the edges of eras!

They symbolized the continuation of life and the unyielding souls resisting the shackles of fate, revitalizing after penetrating the confines of the death void!

At this moment, the enormous Godslaying Star and its circling beast horde continued to roar and struggle. The dark spiral they emitted kept tearing at reality, yet the overall combat pattern had already quietly changed:

Despite the stringent restriction of zeroing probability impacting all positive directions, ”possibility fold” revealed flaws in the seemingly frozen state;

The team formed unprecedented harmony through synchronous mental linkage, weakening the cognitive disruption attacks;

David’s chest crystalized embryo gradually expanded with the new law patterns, its core energy undergoing a qualitative transformation;

The rune phantoms on the surface of that bluish giant star became more active, with a momentary hesitation and delay appearing in its control over the level of true names;

The oppressive atmosphere in the air loosened slightly, but soon it echoed with the chill quietness akin to the eve of a more biting storm.

In the void, the bluish glow of the Godslaying Star gradually dimmed, yet it did not completely disappear.

The runes on its complex ornaments still slowly flowed, as if an invisible net tightly entwined the surrounding space.

David, Reina, and Cynthia stood among them, their breaths heavy as mountains.

The post-storm tranquility was not true calm but rather a deeper, colder silence before another storm.

David tightly gripped the Seven-Ring Necklace on his chest, his gaze sharp as frost, staring at the unusual scene gradually emerging in front of him—a vast, ancient matrix of Civilization Tombstones slowly awakening in the depths of the void.

These tombstones towering into the clouds seemed endlessly arrayed like stars, or perhaps some immense formation.

Their surfaces were carved with the symbols of diverse civilizations, technological structures, and historical imprints, with each stele radiating a cold and weighty aura.

”These... are the remnants of all civilizations that have been devoured?” Reina gasped softly, her gaze sweeping over the steles emitting a bluish cold light, each bearing the fragments of countless lost wisdom and technology.

The air was permeated with overwhelming waves of information flux, with the runes carved on the tombstones flickering at times, as if breathing and contemplating.

More astonishingly, these tombstones seemed to be absorbing all remaining technological products and energy in the surrounding space, ceaselessly expanding their domain of rules.

Cynthia squatted down, her fingers lightly tapping on streams of data floating in the air, frowning as she sorted and integrated that chaotic yet extremely rich information.