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Chapter 1354: “You Have to Work Slightly Harder”

“When I said equal grounds, I was not referring to numbers. I was referring to rules.”

Delta bent forward, retrieved the broken mask, and set it back in place. The crack from the sword shrank and closed. Even his tattered clothing mended itself; the wounds across his body sealed; he stood exactly as he had before she landed the first blow.

“Under the same rules, the Creator loses the protection of her territory, and we Oracles are restricted to strength proportional to this world — that is the essence of equal grounds. The numbers, the positional advantages, the careful planning — that was all mine. Where is the unfairness in that?”

“Heh.” Fei Yuhan wiped blood from the corner of her mouth. “I’m not sure having your head run through by a sword and walking away constitutes rules.”

“Regrettably, it does. It is written into the lowest tier.” Delta spread his hands and came toward her. “If you want to blame someone, blame Lan. As a traitor to the Oracles, it left a small backdoor in this world — only Creators and Oracles themselves have the power to destroy another Oracle. You can wound me. But every wound will be repaired by my power eventually. This battle has had only one possible outcome from the beginning.”

“That’s why you’re so cautious about Zero.”

“To be precise — cautious of her before the crack formed. Without her territory’s protection she is simply a newly Awakened.” He paused. “That you could ask that question tells me you’re different from ordinary self-cognitive constructs. Where did you learn you came from the void? Knowing that, why are you still fighting?”

“Does the distinction matter so much — void versus reality?” The corners of her mouth rose. “The answer changes depending on where you stand. How do you know you aren’t the one who comes from the void?” She raised her sword and drove the Force of Nature back into the blade. “To me, nothing is more real than this world.”

“Truly ignorant.” Delta snorted and brought his hand down.

Fei Yuhan drove forward to meet it.

The two forces collided with a concussive crack, a wave of pressure that flung surrounding vehicles skyward. In a zone like this, simply entering the radius of their exchange could kill. Countless wounds appeared on the Oracle — half its body sliced apart by the light produced in that single clash.

None of it stopped it. It held its own body together with one hand, and the wound that ran from shoulder to chest sealed itself closed.

Fei Yuhan had no such ability.

However strong the aura she pressed to her limits, the wounds kept coming — small grazes, then cuts that went to bone. Her situation worsened with every exchange.

Zero could not make herself look away.

She understood it then — why Fei Yuhan refused to retreat, refused to seek any distance, kept throwing herself into the Oracle’s reach without pause.

Because of her.

If Fei Yuhan dropped the pressure and went defensive, Delta could simply step around her and walk straight to Zero. Every wound on Fei Yuhan’s body existed in Zero’s place.

The young girl’s throat tightened until she could not swallow.

After Awakening, Zero had learned the basics of how a body worked under Force of Nature. What kept Fei Yuhan upright right now was the technique driven to absolute peak — not pain relief, just the ability to keep functioning past a threshold that would collapse anyone else. But this had a limit. Zero could see it narrowing. Either the pain would finally overwhelm her, or the Force would run dry. Both ended the same way.

Stop. Please stop. Zero shaped the words in her throat. What came out was a choked sound without language.

Fei Yuhan and Delta hit each other with everything they had. A sharp crack, and Fei Yuhan’s sword shattered to pieces. The Oracle caught her right ankle and launched her upward before she could locate another weapon.

In the air, without purchase, she could not control where she landed.

The Oracle waited below. It delivered a single punch that sent her forty meters before she touched the bridge surface again, bouncing and rolling until she stopped.

The light around her dimmed.

She tried to stand. Failed. Tried again. Failed again. Blood and sweat ran down her face and soaked her collar.

“No!”

Zero broke from cover and ran, every careful instruction forgotten.

“Master—”

“Stay away from me — go back, stay back!” The voice that came out of the wounded woman was fierce enough that Zero froze mid-stride, and then the coughing started, deep and painful.

For the first time, Fei Yuhan’s face showed something other than composure. It was close enough to fear to matter.

“But I — Ahhh—”

An invisible hand seized Zero before she could finish the sentence, lifting her off the ground.

“Got you.” Delta held one hand outstretched toward nothing; the other drew back to strike.

Fei Yuhan clenched her teeth. She poured everything remaining in her legs into one final charge — collided with the Oracle — and the impact freed Zero, who dropped from the air.

“Your endurance is commendable. Thirty minutes.” Delta took hold of the immobile Martial Artist and pulled her close. “But what does pressing on accomplish? You know this world was a mistake — a fragment of imagination. Its existence and continuity depend entirely on the Creator. I do not believe he considers you his equal. Everything you’ve done is a joke.”

Fei Yuhan’s body was a record of the fight: both legs shattered, her right arm and shoulder ground down to exposed bone, her back a landscape of open wounds. She should not have been conscious. That she was, and that she was still smiling, was the only thing in the entire battle that had surprised Delta.

“I said it before — so what?” Her voice came in segments, each one costing her. “I can’t choose where I was born. But I can choose how I carry myself. As for you — besides the Gods, what do you actually have? I doubt you’ve ever seen the Gods’ true face.” She pulled in a breath. “I also think the Creators are nothing like what you’ve described them to be.”

“What do you mean?” Delta frowned. Something had shifted in its chest that it could not account for.

“They come from beyond this world. They don’t belong here by any right — and yet they keep trying to stay.” She coughed. “If they truly saw this place as imagination, why would they go that far? If they’re willing to go that far, why shouldn’t I? If you don’t believe me — wait for him to arrive, and ask him yourself. I’ll stake everything on his answer being different from what you expect.”

“You’re persevering just to wait for another Creator’s support?” Delta shook its head. “Give up. Everything has been planned. There is an Oracle outside the crack right now — it cannot defeat the Creator, but it can delay him. And you have clearly reached your limit.”

It let go.

Fei Yuhan dropped.

“I will not kill you. Use your Force of Nature to sustain the damage — perhaps enough of you will survive. When this world returns to its origin, you will understand the grandeur of the Gods.”

Delta turned toward Zero and took one step.

Then stopped.

It looked back.

Fei Yuhan’s remaining left hand had closed around its ankle.

“You are impossibly stupid!” The Oracle’s composure broke entirely. It raised its hand and brought the formless palm down, driving her into the bridge hard enough to fracture the surface in a spiderweb pattern around her body. The hand at its ankle went slack and fell.

“I gave you a chance.”

“NO — Master—!” Zero’s scream hit the hollow air.

“Don’t worry. You’re next.” Delta suppressed the emotion that had no business being there and raised both hands toward the Creator once more.

A dull percussion rolled through the crack.

A beam of light swept across the rhombus-patterned sky like ripples crossing still water, followed by a second and a third — something outside was striking the barrier, striking it with rhythm, and each blow shook the whole enclosed space.

“How—how is it already—” Delta’s voice was unsteady for the first time. The independent space had been constructed from more than a thousand cores. It should have held for hours.

“Epsilon! What is happening outside?” It called across the space. Silence. “Epsilon — answer me!”

Nothing came back.

“Damn it—” Delta reached for Zero.

A blinding flash pierced through the crack and left burning traces along the patterned lines. The light spread outward, scattering the darkness; the bridge scenery that had dissolved into abstraction resolved itself again, solid and concrete and real, stretching to both ends of the span.

The crack had split open.

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