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Chapter 1477: The Final Deadline

“Do not worry about your companions. They have only gone elsewhere.”

The Oracle read his confusion before he could speak.

“Elsewhere?”

“Yes. One of my abilities: creating illusions, misdirection — making self-aware beings move toward their destruction without realizing it.” Epsilon’s tone was explanatory, without apology. “Though I did nothing so dramatic here. I only diverted them at a fork. At this moment, what they perceive is that they are beside you, locked in battle against a surge of Fallen Evils trying to stop them.”

“And you’re telling me they’re actually safe?”

She nodded. “More than safe. I have already arranged a tidy resolution for them. The Fallen Evils and the Oracle will be defeated. The phenomena and the Erosion will dissolve. They will be exhausted from the fight, but they will be smiling, leaning against walls, savoring victory.”

The image that formed in Roland’s mind — Fei Yuhan and Valkries flailing at nothing, wearing themselves out in an empty room, then collapsing in satisfied grins — was enough to raise the hair on his arms.

He knew them. Both had exceptional will and razor-sharp perception. And yet, under Epsilon’s ability, they had not managed even a flicker of resistance.

No — and neither did I. There was something fundamentally wrong with that. Every prior encounter had suggested Oracles were ineffective against him.

His wariness locked into place.

“And after that?”

“Nothing follows. The entire world ends — Realm of Mind and everything beyond. It begins again from the beginning. But compared to simply ceasing to be, they will vanish in happiness, without pain. That is my act of—”

He moved before she could finish the word.

He vaulted the nearly twenty meters separating the passage from the platform in one motion, closing straight for the Oracle, and punched.

The tactic had served him well before — strike hard while the enemy is still speaking — and his body answered his will without hesitation. The blow landed with a concussive boom. A wave swept across the platform, shearing railings, cracking the operating arms, scattering debris down to the storage level in a series of dull, heavy impacts.

The force of it surprised even him. He had known that absorbing cores was making him stronger, but he hadn’t tracked how far that process had gone.

His fist, however, had felt nothing.

Epsilon dispersed like smoke and reconstituted herself behind him.

“How does it feel, becoming this strong? The gift I sent you served its purpose well, didn’t it?”

He startled — then understood. “That astrolabe was from you?”

He had once asked the Association to trace the delivery. The investigation had found nothing — the sender existed in the identity systems for a single moment and then simply wasn’t, as though the records before and after had been scrubbed clean. With Epsilon’s ability to misdirect perception itself, it made sense.

“It was delivered by Gamma,” Epsilon said, with the same tone one might use to describe a piece of furniture — not a companion, not a peer, but something incidental. “Also an Oracle.”

The shock landed cleanly. Roland checked that he had heard correctly. ”…Why?”

“Because I wished to know the answer. An answer only God knows.” Her voice went somewhere distant. “Do you understand now? I carry no hostility toward you. To reach the Divine Domain, one requires the Dream World to make it possible. On that objective, at the very least, we share a direction.”

He had nothing immediate to say.

“You don’t believe me? The world itself won’t deceive you.” Epsilon extended her arms. “I didn’t summon a rift to cut you off, the way Delta did. Yet you still couldn’t see through my illusion. That’s proof. The Dream World does not reject my abilities — because I hold no animosity toward you.”

”…You’re on Lan’s side?”

It was the only possibility that fit. Lan had told him there was more than one Oracle who had chosen to break with the rest.

“I don’t know how she explained her situation to you, so I cannot answer that precisely.” Epsilon raised two fingers. “If you’re asking whether I’m aligned with her — the answer is no. Before coming here, I had no memory of Lan. In Prism City, I was the one who killed her with my own hands.”

His brows went up.

“Or perhaps you’re asking if we share the same goal.” She lowered one finger. “Also no. My reasons are my own. They have nothing to do with her. Think of it simply as: I am helping you.”

“And your version of helping me is to destroy this world?” Roland’s voice had an edge.

“The one destroying the world is not me. It is God.” Epsilon shook her head. “To avoid misunderstanding, I will be direct. You have seen what is happening outside. That barrier blankets the sky and temporarily arrests the expansion of the Dream World, preventing it from touching the Divine Domain. Without it, God would not hesitate to destroy everything built here — regardless of any Oracles in place. In fact, you have absorbed an excessive number of cores recently. You are one step short of the threshold. Lan was meant to monitor the expansion of your Dream World, but she died at my hands. No one warned you what it means to reach the Origin of Magic simultaneously with expanding the world.”

She even knows that.

“But this barrier cuts off my connection to the outer world. You can control the real world as well?”

“No. But I know you have already opened the path to the Bottomless Land. What follows is only a matter of time.” Epsilon’s voice remained deliberate. “You can likely guess how I came to know this. The Design Bureau of Graycastle and the Martialist Association both report to Headquarters — and therefore, to me.”

Which includes the Glory of the Sun project and every weapons assessment. The pieces assembled themselves. Epsilon had reconstructed the entire situation from fragments.

“You never considered that trapping me might cause an accident?”

“That was an unknown factor. But I had no better option — only when you enter the Realm of Mind does the world activate. So it had to hold you here.” She said it with the same patient calm. “Fortunately, the wait will not be long. Once contact is severed, the domain automatically alters the flow of time. Should you wish it, a blink of your eye could become an entire day.”

Roland’s eyes went wide. He forced them to stay open, suddenly afraid that if he so much as blinked, centuries would have elapsed outside.

“That particular concern won’t come to pass.” For the first time, the corners of her mouth curved upward. “The barrier requires magic power to sustain. Even consuming every core stored here, only half a month would pass in outside time before it collapsed entirely.” She let that settle. “That is also the final deadline.”

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