Chapter 806: The Ancient Mechanism Must Be Defended

Hum——

In that instant, it felt as if a bone-piercing, icy wind had swept through the entire Alternate Dimension.

The turmoil wreaking havoc upon her colossal body of flesh and blood seemed to halt abruptly in that very moment, as if the entire space had plunged into utter silence.

The quill resting on the table vibrated violently.

The blood-red words on the parchment.

In that instant, they seemed to grow even more vivid and scarlet.

Like a provocation.

Even Zuo Zuo was completely shaken by the sight, but Lynn remained with his head raised, calmly staring straight into the pitch-black sky above.

And in that moment.

The temperature of the entire Nightfall City seemed to suddenly drop by over ten degrees. Frost crept slowly across the eaves and towers, appearing in tiny patches.

Every Night Doctor in the city instinctively tightened their clothes, staring blankly at the sky.

Gale-force winds howled.

Deep within the underground hall, the Twelve-Winged Self-Binding Angel slowly opened her eyes, her expression growing heavy with gravity. She looked down at the cursed chains upon her body, and as if affected by some influence, they creaked and tightened slightly, link by link.

And it wasn't just her.

Throughout various parts of Nightfall City, Colossus's Brain, Sir Aiwen, and the others all faintly sensed a stirring of the curse within their bodies at the same moment.

Like the emergence of some kind of Gaze, causing all curses to ripple with restless, uneasy agitation.

"What in the world is..."

Sir Aiwen raised his head, murmuring as he gazed at the surging black mist in the sky.

No one knew what was happening.

Only vaguely.

Some inexpressible change seemed to be taking place...

...

Upon the distant peaks beyond Nightfall City.

Beneath the howling gale, the Pig-Headed Butcher gazed into the distance at that city shrouded in surging black mist. The long porcupine quills on his back radiated a faint, fragmented glow. His eyes narrowed gradually, and even the Clown on his shoulder creaked as it tilted its mechanical neck, twisting its head to watch.

In his hands, he held a music box.

As if sensing some kind of signal or omen, the music box vibrated faintly, like a yearning desire.

"Someone has wielded the Authority of Fate once again, haven't they? But it seems... hell's reaction this time is a little different."

He creaked his head around, his face caught between laughter and tears, turning toward the Butcher beside him.

The Pig-Headed Butcher gazed into the distance at Nightfall City, but did not answer. Faint wisps of black mist flickered in his eyes, his gaze calm and unfathomably deep.

After a long while.

The black mist in his eyes slowly receded, and he said calmly:

"Because this time, the one who wielded the Authority wasn't her herself, but that child. And moreover, he's attempting to provoke."

The Clown stiffened, his laughing-crying eyes also turning unusually serious.

"Provoke whom?"

The Pig-Headed Butcher looked up and said:

"This hell."

At that moment, even the Clown's gaze shifted dramatically.

"Is he insane?"

The Pig-Headed Butcher looked up and said:

"He's not insane. Or rather, he's more rational right now than you think."

"As he gradually learns more information about this world, and along with his gradually awakening mastery, he will increasingly leverage and probe the advantages of his own existence, exploit them, and make one tentative step after another."

"Just like now."

"With a single sentence, he forced this ancient mechanism into a severe logical conflict."

The Clown's gaze grew even more solemn.

He knew this reasoning was sound.

But who would truly dare to do such a thing? To brazenly launch such a probe based merely on some abnormalities manifesting within his own body, and a few words that could never be verified—that was not something courage alone could drive someone to do.

Had he never considered the consequences of failure?

From that perspective.

He was an out-and-out madman!

"So what should we do now?"

He asked, his gaze flickering.

In the face of this matter, it was no longer within his authority to make such a decision.

The Pig-Headed Butcher cast one more glance at distant Nightfall City, staring in silence for a long time. Then he turned and strode off into the darkness beyond.

"Before the Master awakens and hands this hell back to It in perfect condition, this ancient mechanism must be defended. Isn't that the duty and obligation we've always held?"

"And if we make concessions at this time, it will only further confirm his own uniqueness, and it will strip him of the most basic reverence for the unknown and the mysterious. For him right now, that would not be a good thing."

The Clown said deeply: "So your answer is..."

The Pig-Headed Butcher's figure was swallowed and engulfed by the vast darkness.

His voice echoed through the void for a long time.

"Agree to him."

"But I will also give him enough time to deal with this backlash. As for what method he uses to avoid it, that will have to be up to him."

...

And at the same time.

In the Alternate Dimension beneath Nightfall City.

Lynn still sat quietly at that silent desk, head raised, facing off against the hell above.

That immense sensation of being watched persisted for a very long time. Even Zuo Zuo had completely stopped thinking, pale as if her entire soul had frozen solid.

She didn't know what it was. Nothing had actually happened.

But fine frost had already crystallized across her body.

That crushing pressure.

It was as if you were standing against the entire sky, playing a final game of chess against the most grandiose Will.

Time crept by in restless unease.

And finally, at a certain moment, Zuo Zuo suddenly felt her taut consciousness lighten. That overwhelming sensation of being watched faded away into nothingness, as if it had never existed at all, and that immense oppressive pressure seemed to vanish from the Alternate Dimension in an instant.

Zuo Zuo trembled, not daring to move.

And as the violent vibration of the quill came to a stop.

That mass of nearly pathological flesh that had filled the entire Alternate Dimension, as if thoroughly calming its rampaging Cataclysm, began to contract with a rustling sound, gradually shrinking down to the size of a human form. The diseased tissue seemed to wither and dissolve in a single instant.

As if the blood-red words had done their work.

As if hell had retreated.

Backlash...

"It's gone..."

Zuo Zuo murmured, watching the scene.

Like floodwaters receding after the tide, she didn't know what had happened, yet she vaguely sensed that all these changes were inextricably linked to the words her Brain had written on the paper.

She shuddered violently, hastily raising her hand, and when she looked at the desk—

The words written on that piece of parchment had grown even more scarlet and dazzling than before.

Did... it work...

But if that's the case...

She abruptly raised her hand, trembling as she looked at Lynn's face.

Brain, he...