Chapter 1921 - 987: Taia (3)

The time has come, let's begin!

Thus, the silver flames ignite once more!

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Meanwhile, effort and talent emerge from Ji Jue, yet sweat begins to drip from the Dispatcher's forehead.

At the moment the Melting Furnace activates and the refining begins, the time sequence relevant to the entire Central Station starts to flash frantically, akin to shuffling cards, several decks mixed together, with a Croupier who likes to secretly shuffle a few cards up their sleeves...

This disturbance is nearly twisting the linear timeline, which was already teetering on the edge of chaos, into a writhing mess, constantly squirming like a confined area.

Holy shit!

The Dispatcher stares at the innumerable bizarrely changing picture frames before him, the sharp sounds of nails being squeezed out echoing continuously, countless afterimages splitting and beginning to flee in panic, scrambling together.

Dammit, I only touched it for a moment!

Just a moment!

As a result, in that short lapse of attention, the workload started to surge, soar, and explode!

By the time I came to my senses and realized the Doomsday Special Train had plunged into a deathly silence, it was already too late. The so-called quiet of a Mohist indicates brewing mischief; it's also when they apply military tactics and launch surprises.

So, the previous act was a ploy to relax my vigilance, wasn't it?!

Unlike the earlier petty disruptions and minor ripples, now what has been stirred from the entire Doomsday Special Train is a storm that disturbs the entire Central Station!

It's as if a concrete mixing rod suddenly plunged into a calm pond, buzzing, waxing and waning, on and off, the buzzing makes the scalp tingle, and the silence makes the heart uneasy...

As a result, the entire Dispatcher was not feeling well.

But now that it's come to this, what else can be done?

Look at the President's willing look, then at the 'dog' directing its heart in the Central Station, and finally at this nearly flawless talent as a Temporary Worker...

As a senior Dispatcher, gritting teeth is the only way to hold the fort.

Hold on!

"Kid, you'd better make it in one go!"

Through the shattered picture frames, a resentful gaze was cast toward the Doomsday Special Train.

Otherwise, just wait to wear the little shoes for the next eighty years!

But at that moment, the constant upheaval halted abruptly.

The Dispatcher's heart leapt to his throat, bracing for what's to come.

You see, some disturbances are merely the aftershocks of an outburst, while some calm signifies the final quiet before an explosion... whether it will explode depends on this wave!

In this crucial instant, inside the Melting Furnace, a dazzling blaze trembled violently, gradually solidifying into shape.

Yet the closer it got to success, the more ephemeral its existence became, flickering continuously. It's as though, despite still being in the furnace at this moment, the full might of the Workshop almost can't contain its impending berserk strength.

If the seal goes out of control, the unleashed Taia would vanish entirely from the 'present', leaping to some moment either in the past or future.

If it were just that, it'd be fine, but the key is that it cannot be called complete now. Without the final quenching and marking, it would resemble a runaway bullet, ricocheting and jumping repeatedly until it detonates in an overload collapse.

No time to contemplate how dire the consequences might be, or what grievous losses might arise.

If failure is not an option, then there's just one thing to be done.

Seize the success of this moment in your hands!

Ji Jue extended his palm.

Between both hands and ten fingers, the Circle Realm·[Non-Attack], unfolds!

Hence, centered on the anchor of self, establishing coordinates, the world begins to split, just like overlapping mirrors unfolding endlessly.

But, this time not in disordered alignment, rather cleaving along the curve of the Golden Ratio, forming a kaleidoscopic spiral that extends infinitely, surging boundlessly.

He saw it, in the infinite possibilities, countless of himself reaching out toward Taia.

Missing each time, falling apart each time.

The sharp, piercing friction noise rang out from within the workshop as if countless non-existent possibilities collided, rubbed, and sparked.

Reality disturbs, modified, gripped, and controlled by invisible hands.

Until countless errors were avoided, at the end of infinite failures, the glow of success manifested, like a red-hot branding iron, tightly clutched by Ji Jue.

Let the searing pain that tears the soul spread, never letting go.

For a moment, Ji Jue heard a clear and crisp echo.

It was Taia's resonance.

And then, he saw the curve extending along the Golden Ratio abruptly change, among countless split possibilities, another self tightly grasping the Taia, looking this way.

Like a reflection.

Then another, and another, and yet another...

In an instant across the boundless possibilities, countless selves uniformly grasped the Taia before them, effortlessly.

As if it were the most natural thing in the world, with no chance of failure.

This was Taia's response.

Like another hand reaching out to Ji Jue and clasping tightly, in the moment of its birth, personally choosing its own master.

At this instant, Ji Jue lowered his gaze, staring at what lay between his palms, between ten fingers.

After that strand of dazzling light silently dissipated, under Isis's observation, it seemed like something fleeting, flickered in and out of existence.

The moment Ji Jue's Circle Realm dispersed, there was nothing but pure void, no detectable existence of anything, whether it be material or spiritual.

A complete emptiness.

Yet, in the shared perception with Ji Jue, this heavy sensation continuously flowed through his hands.

Ji Jue raised his head, quickly wearing the Creation upon himself.

"Isis, how do I look?"

[As always, Sir.]

The Spirit of the Workshop faithfully assessed, [Like someone about to destroy the world.]

Ji Jue laughed.

The deed was done.