Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 504 Betrayal Behind the Bronze Gate (2)

The gray, chaotic power began to devour other forces, attempting to maintain a distorted balance.

Only the white life force, supported by the fused entity, struggled to resist, but it was as fragile as a candle flickering in the wind.

Suddenly, the black stone slab behind the bronze door burst into a bright light.

Within the swirling patterns on the stone slab, a true scene of the battle between the Creator God and the God of the End emerges:

It is not the epic battle between light and darkness, but a struggle between two forces of the same origin.

The Creator God attempted to transform the power of nothingness from the God of the End into cosmic energy, while the God of the End sought to restore all cosmic energy to pure nothingness. In essence, they were two sides of the same coin.

"It turns out that creation and the end are one and the same..."

The guardian's consciousness was greatly shocked. He suddenly understood why the gray chaotic power resonated with the black patterns: "Chaos is the original form of the two before they were separated!"

This realization acted as a key, unlocking the hidden power within him.

The gray chaotic power suddenly surged, no longer trying to devour other forces, but instead intertwining the frenzied golden and dark purple energies with the black patterns, forming a constantly rotating three-colored vortex.

Within the vortex, the three forces collided and transformed with each other, ultimately giving birth to a new silver-gray energy. When this energy came into contact with the black patterns, the patterns no longer split, but instead began to decompose into the most basic energy particles.

"This is... the primordial power of chaos!"

The merged entity was pleasantly surprised to find that its life force was no longer being devoured, but instead resonated harmoniously with the silver-gray energy. "You have found a way to resolve the power of the end!"

The soul of the first observer suddenly burst forth from the black stone tablet, his figure writhing in agony amidst the silvery-gray energy: "No! This is not the agreed-upon ending!"

He pointed to a hidden compartment behind the black stone slab, "The unlocking code left by the Creator God! As long as the observer's bloodline imprint is entered, the God of the End will sleep forever!"

The guardian and the fusion entity exchanged a glance, both seeing hesitation in each other's eyes.

The hidden compartment emanated the golden energy unique to the creator god, which indeed matched the characteristics of the sealed code recorded in the records.

But the expressions on the faces of the first observers at this moment were less of repentance and more of an eagerness to achieve a certain result, which made them wary.

"Don't trust him!" The voice of the God of the End showed its first fluctuation.

"That's a double trap set by the Creator! Entering the password will simultaneously detonate the souls of all observers, returning the cosmic network to its most primordial state of chaos!"

The black stone slab suddenly trembled violently, and countdown runes appeared on its surface, decreasing by one second starting from twelve.

Every black chain was contracting frantically, the wails of the observer's soul turned into curses of despair, and the tentacles of twelve black stars had passed through the bronze door and begun to entangle the library's bookshelves, while the ancient books that had not yet disappeared were being annihilated at an even faster pace.

The Guardian looked at the fusion's pale face, at the black lines spreading across her palms, and then at the desperate souls of the observers behind the bronze gate.

The silvery-gray chaotic power swirled in his palm, containing both the possibility of resolving the power of the end and the risk of utterly destroying everything.

When the countdown reached its final three seconds, he made a decision—to inject silver-gray energy into the hidden compartment of the black stone slab, neither inputting the bloodline imprint nor following the will of the God of the End, but instead using the power of the origin of chaos to forcibly rewrite the original contract between the Creator God and the God of the End.

The moment the energy was injected, the black stone slab burst forth with a blinding white light.

All the black chains snapped simultaneously, and the observer's soul transformed into countless points of light. These points of light did not dissipate but instead merged into the silver-gray energy, forming a giant cocoon of light that enveloped the black stone slab and the shadows of the twelve stars.

The bronze door began to slowly close, and from the crack came the angry roar of the God of the End and the terrified screams of the first observer.

The guardian felt the black patterns within his body fading, and the marks on the fused body's palm gradually thinning. The ancient books that had disappeared from the library began to reassemble, but the contents of the pages were completely unfamiliar, recording a cosmic history never seen before.

However, when the light from the cocoon faded, they discovered that the black stone slab had not disappeared; only the patterns on its surface had turned silver-gray.

A new line of text emerged in the center of the stone slab, a covenant written with the power of the primordial chaos: "The balance between creation and end will be maintained by the chaotic heart of the observer."

The guardian suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, and silvery-gray chaotic power surged uncontrollably towards his heart, forming a pattern there identical to that of the black stone slab.

He felt a mysterious connection with twelve black stars, and each pulsation of the stars stirred up huge waves in his consciousness.

The merged entity suddenly pointed to the library's dome, where a huge star map had appeared out of nowhere. The star map marked the locations of all the parallel universes, and next to each location was a small silver-gray symbol—these symbols were exactly the same as the patterns on the Guardian's heart.

"This is not balance..."

The fused entity's voice was filled with fear, "You have become the new sealing vessel! The power of the God of the End has been transferred into your body!"

The guardian looked down at his palm, where silver-gray lines were spreading. Wherever they passed, the skin became translucent, revealing the silver-gray energy flowing in the veins.

He could clearly feel the longing of the twelve black stars, calling him to the end of spacetime to complete the final fusion.

Just then, the library doors were suddenly pushed open. A group of people dressed in modern clothing walked in, each wearing the same silver-gray badges as the guardians. The elderly man at the head of the group smiled and spoke, his voice carrying an undeniable authority:

"Welcome home, 49th Chaos Observer. The seal of the end is complete. Now it is time for you to fulfill your new mission—to clean up all parallel universes that reject the laws of chaos."

The guardian's four-colored wings flapped violently behind it, and silver-gray chaotic power erupted uncontrollably.

Looking at these unfamiliar observers, at the fanatical light in their eyes, he suddenly realized that his choice might have been just jumping from one trap into an even larger cage ruled by chaos.

The silver-gray badge in the old man's hand suddenly lit up, the star map in the library flickered, and the coordinates of the seventh parallel universe began to jump violently, clearly indicating that a "cleanup" was about to begin.

At that moment, the guardian felt a sharp, resonant pain in his heart, as if a voice was urging him: Go, this is your mission.

The merged entity gripped his hand tightly, and a faint bridge of light formed between them from the white power of life's conviction.

Her gaze was resolute, unwavering even in the face of an unknown fate. But the Guardian knew the true test had only just begun—was the chaotic power within him a hope for balance, or a harbinger of destruction? And what being's will did these suddenly appearing new observers represent?

The roar of the cosmic network came from outside the library, and the light of twelve black stars pierced the spacetime barrier, drawing silver-gray trails on the horizon.

The guardian gripped the fused body's hand, and the four-colored wings on its back slowly unfolded. This time, the silver-gray patterns covered half of the wings, shimmering with a light that was both sacred and eerie.

He knew he had to leave the library to find out the truth about the Chaos Observers and to stop the so-called "cleansing."

But with each step he took, the silvery-gray power within him stirred more restlessly, as if a voice whispered in his ear: Only by accepting chaos can one truly be free.

The crossroads of fate have appeared once again, and this time, even the reference points for making a choice have become blurred.