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Chapter 1360: Convincing (2)

Silence settled over the hall like sediment.

Roland looked around. Everyone except Fei Yuhan wore the same combination of emotions — shock, skepticism, something approaching fear — and yet they were watching each other rather than looking away, as though the weight of what they’d heard required witnesses to distribute itself across. Without realizing it, the Association had already accumulated considerable background on him and the other world. The revelation had not landed in a vacuum.

Rock was the first to collect himself. “The Dream World — does the name imply that it could vanish at any moment, the way a dream does?”

“No. I started calling it that because sleep is the only way I can enter it.” Roland set down the empty jar. “In the beginning I assumed it was a hallucination. Everything that happened afterward changed that assessment. You’re equally welcome to think of my world as the dream, and treat this one as the waking. I believe that as my research on both sides advances, the connection between the two worlds will reach a level none of us can fully predict right now.”

From the corner of his eye he caught Fei Yuhan’s slight smile.

There was nothing more that needed saying — everyone in the room had understood. The wall between worlds was already thinning, and eventually it would not be there at all.

“That’s a future prospect, though.” An older man leaned forward with a frown. “The problem before us is immediate. We have no way to verify your account. All of this is too extraordinary for me to simply accept.”

Voices gathered behind him at once.

“Mr. Roland, I mean no disrespect — but your understanding of these matters comes from an Oracle that betrayed the Gods. We don’t know what that Oracle’s real intentions were, or whether it’s afraid of the Gods and deliberately gave you distorted information. We need something about the Gods themselves, not a secondhand account from someone who left their service.”

“Shouldn’t our first priority be understanding what power the Gods actually hold? An existence capable of destroying the world has apparently not done so yet. What if it’s our actions that trigger it?”

“I see a deadlock here. According to the Oracle’s account, doing nothing destroys the world. Acting destroys it if we lose. Mr. Roland — what are your actual chances against the Gods?”

“Everything here was created by this man. What if the entire story — the Oracle, the Erosion, all of it — was fabricated for his own purposes? I’m not saying that’s the case, but—”

“What are you implying? Your own celebrity is the most vocal supporter of him!”

The discussion accelerated toward its worst version of itself, voices sharpening against each other.

Roland settled back against his bench and held his teacup in both hands and watched.

He had expected this.

In all honesty, he would have responded the same way if this account had been delivered to him by a stranger. The doubts the room was raising had genuine foundations — the Oracle who supplied his information had given him clues and angles, not certainties; his chances against the Gods were something he could not calculate; the reliability of a betrayer’s testimony was a real question with no clean answer. He didn’t have resolutions to these problems, and he suspected he never fully would — even a direct encounter with the Gods might not settle them.

This was also why he had made a deliberate choice to conceal one detail: Lan’s identity as the betrayer. That would have redirected the dispute toward Garcia’s master, and the last thing this meeting needed was another axis of suspicion.

He had not walked in with high expectations. What he had hoped to accomplish — introducing the crisis to the Dream World, making it real to the people positioned to respond — was already done. Whether the room’s conclusion was favorable or not, the information had landed.

He set the cup down and started to turn toward Fei Yuhan, ready to signal that they could leave.

Her right hand was rising.

Silver light opened from her fingertips.

“Hey—”

Before he could say anything, the light came down across the table in front of her. The table separated cleanly. Both halves dropped. The teacup that had been sitting on her side hit the floor and shattered.

Every eye in the room swung to her.

“Have all of you forgotten why the Martialist Association was founded?”

Her voice was not loud. But the edge in it was unambiguous.

“For centuries, Awakened individuals have gathered together to resist Erosion — to prevent this world from being consumed by the Fallen Evils. That is the purpose. And what is the present reality? Enemies more powerful than anything we have faced emerged from the Erosion. Prism City fell in a single engagement, with Defender Furious Flames dying in its defense. Even our best Martial Artists couldn’t manage a meaningful exchange. And facing this — with these enemies present right now — you are debating whether to believe in another world.” She looked across the room. “Don’t you find that laughable?”

“Miss Fei Yuhan, know your place!” An older man’s voice sharpened with anger.

Rock held up a hand to stop him. “Is that not a relevant question?”

“No.” No hesitation. “I see only one thing that matters: Martial Artists cannot kill an Oracle. Roland can. If we cannot protect this world ourselves, our responsibility is to support those who can, and to protect its people. Let me be clear — his explanation of magic power and the other world was given to satisfy your curiosity. It was not an invitation for you to put him on trial.” She let that sit for a moment. “Even if Roland were an entirely ordinary man with no connection to another world — as long as he can kill the Oracles that we are powerless against, the Association owes him every resource we have. That should have been the only question put to this meeting. Otherwise, how do we justify calling ourselves guardians of this world?

“The Gods are difficult to oppose. That is precisely why we need both worlds working together. Fearing the outcome and choosing paralysis is the thinking of cowards. Even if we know defeat is possible, we are obligated to try everything.

“I understand that some here may doubt the claim that Martial Artists cannot defeat an Oracle. Only Zero and I witnessed the bridge, after all.” The Force of Nature spread across her whole body and her voice dropped several degrees in temperature. “I invite anyone present to test it. If any of you can inflict injuries on me equivalent to what I received — alone, one on one — I will retract everything I said tonight.”

Her gaze moved slowly across the room.

Not one of the seniors in that hall — older in age, higher in rank, longer in the Association than she was — managed a response. The silence that followed her challenge was the specific silence of people deciding how much they actually want to win an argument.

“As expected of the new generation’s best…” Rock laughed — a real one, sudden and uncomplicated. He brought his palms together once. “She’s right. I’ve been spending too much effort on secondary questions and losing sight of what the Association actually stands for. Whatever Mr. Roland’s origins, there is no ambiguity about his contribution — whether as a model for younger Martial Artists or as a hunter, his record is beyond dispute. We have no standing to approach him with suspicion.”

Rock looked at both of them, and something in his expression had the quality of genuine grief. “Since Prism City fell, I’ve wondered whether humanity can endure the Erosion at all. The picture may be even worse than I’d calculated. But everyone in this room can see clearly where the path forward is. The question of the other world — we can explore that once we’ve addressed the immediate enemy. Does anyone disagree?”

“That seems like the most practical framing.”

“Priority to fighting the Erosion. Agreed.”

“Agreed.”

The approving voices gathered until the doubts were buried under them. Defeating Erosion was the purpose Martial Artists had organized around from the beginning. To overturn that verdict, one had to first get past Fei Yuhan — and anyone who had examined honestly what had happened on the bridge understood this was not the moment to test that.

Even the older man who had pushed back hardest found nothing more to say.

Fei Yuhan let the Force of Nature fall away and settled back into her chair. She looked at Roland. “There. I’ve done what I promised.”

Roland pressed his hand over his face. Her methods were — extreme. The unanimous agreement she’d obtained was real, but it had been extracted by force of personality and implicit threat, and it would breed resentment in at least several of the people currently nodding along. She understood this; he was confident of that. She simply didn’t appear to mind.

“Why go that far?” he asked.

She looked down at her bandaged hands for a moment, and the composure in her expression shifted into something quieter.

“Because…” She turned one wrapped hand slowly. “This is the only area where I can work slightly harder.”

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