Angle's Arrogance? My Pact with the Succubus Queen! - Chapter 392: The Balance in a Three-Way Game!

Chapter 392: Chapter 392: The Balance in a Three-Way Game!

After saying that, Logan began checking the energy reserves of the teleportation array.

Once confirmed that it could support the teleportation of ten people at once, he immediately sent his companions in one by one.

The girls’ figures quickly faded into the light.

After his allies departed, Logan stood alone with Violet on the city walls of No. 53 Restricted Zone.

Violet held the Staff of Creation and the Bow of Destruction in both hands, offering to return them to Logan.

Logan coldly ordered her to keep them. These two rule weapons were symbols of the acting ruler’s authority.

The Staff of Creation and Bow of Destruction vibrated slightly in Violet’s grip, emitting a faint Rule Resonance.

Tears filled Violet’s golden vertical pupils. Her mouth pressed down at the very limit, and her fingers turned white from gripping the weapons too tightly.

She forced back her emotions and begged Logan to take her with him to No. 46 Restricted Zone.

Logan shook his head. He raised his right hand, the Horn of the First Sky-Breaker, and opened the core rune permissions inside it completely for Violet.

He authorized Violet to directly activate the “mutual destruction mode” if No. 53 Restricted Zone ever faced a critical emergency, without waiting for his command.

Violet shook her head again. Her golden eyes stared straight into Logan’s as her voice grew hoarse. “I won’t activate that mode. I will stay alive and wait for you to return.”

Logan placed his hand on the purple-and-gold mark on Violet’s forehead, transferring 3% of the World Primordial Force as a final trump card for her survival.

Violet’s aura instantly surged to 50 stars. In this state, she could stabilize for 30 days, or expend it all at once to block a fatal blow.

With that done, Logan turned and walked toward the ancient passage. He waved a hand at Violet without looking back, and his figure soon disappeared into the darkness of the tunnel.

Violet stood on the city walls, her fingers gripping the two rule weapons firmly. Her golden gaze remained fixed on the entrance of the passage for a long time, never moving.

Logan stepped out of the ancient passage, and the soles of his boots were still caked with the black volcanic ash of No. 53 Restricted Zone.

Under the dim light, the gray rock walls of the outpost gleamed with a cold sheen. The Blind Prophet leaned against the wall.

A woman in green-striped robes stood beside him, pressing her palm to the wound on his left shoulder. A green rule-light covered the injury.

Under the green light, the silver-gray Space Rule rust on the wound sizzled, peeling away inch by inch.

The Blind Prophet’s 40-star aura fluctuated slightly. Seeing Logan enter, he lifted his chin slightly. “The three cleanup tasks are ready. However, there is bad news.”

“Observer No. 3 has remotely sensed the space fluctuations in No. 53 Restricted Zone. He has judged that the defense ring you built is an act of rule-based separatism.”

Logan walked over and sat on a nearby gray stone pillar, circulating his pentad aura to calm the energy fluctuations in his body.

He then explained his force division plans.

Hearing this, the Blind Prophet shook his head. He tapped his broken staff of prophecy with his fingertip and sighed, “The defense ring itself is a legal application of rules. It’s a normal use of Space Fold and Rule Resonance. It doesn’t count as tampering with the timeline or any violation.”

“But the Purge faction within the Ancient Tribunal will definitely use this as an excuse to pressure the High Council, demanding the activation of the cleansing program early.”

The woman in the green-striped robes withdrew her hand. The wound on the Blind Prophet’s left shoulder had already scabbed over, leaving only a small trace of silver-gray rust.

She walked up to Logan and said nothing. Instead, she extended her right hand and pressed it against his chest.

A green life rule probed inside him. Logan could clearly feel that gentle energy flowing along his meridians, scanning the structure of his pentad DNA.

After a moment, she pulled her hand away. Her voice was cool. “Your DNA surface cracks have widened to pencil-width. The risk level is 8. If it reaches level 10, you will decompose directly.”

“If you continue with large-scale Rule engineering like building the defense ring, your DNA will hit the critical limit within 10 days.”

Logan nodded solemnly and noted this time limit.

The Blind Prophet leaned on his staff to stand up and signaled for Logan to follow.

The two of them walked down the gray stone steps on the outskirts of the outpost. After about half an hour, they arrived at the edge of No. 46 Restricted Zone.

A hundred meters ahead, a 100-meter wide area of space was twisted. Broken rocks flew aimlessly in the air. Gravity shifted wildly—sometimes ten times heavier than normal, other times so light that people could float away. Space cracks slashed through occasionally, scraping against the rock walls with a sizzling sound.

“This is a Rule disorder zone. It formed during the Restricted Zone war a hundred years ago. It will serve as your testing ground for the defense ring technology,” the Blind Prophet explained from the safety boundary.

Logan took a few steps forward, feeling the rule fluctuations coming from the disorder zone.

He raised his right hand, the Blade of Time. Silver time rules spread out, freezing the time flow within the disorder zone. One hour outside equaled one minute inside.

With his left hand, he opened his Space Shield. Golden space threads wound toward the cracks in the disorder zone, attempting to fold the entire area into a temporal rift.

During the first attempt, a space crack suddenly deviated from its path, grazing Logan’s left arm and leaving a clean cut in his sleeve.

Logan did not retreat. He sank his consciousness into the familiar world, drawing on the rule energy of the Main Star of the familiar realm.

Golden rule threads emerged from his body, perfectly matching the space cracks of the disorder zone. A small portion of the familiar world’s rule projection covered the chaotic area.

In less than a minute, the flying rocks fell to the ground. The chaotic gravity returned to normal, and the space cracks slowly closed.

The previously chaotic area became smooth and level. In fact, a few tender green sprouts even sprouted from the rock fissures.

The Blind Prophet’s hand gripping the staff trembled slightly. His face showed shock. “You managed to project a small world’s rules onto reality? That is a technique only achievable by a True God. You, at 108-star Saint stage, have already achieved it.”

Logan withdrew his energy and checked his internal status.

The cracks in his pentad DNA were about one-third wider than before, raising the risk level to 8.5. However, this time he only consumed 3% of the World Primordial Force. Without using the familiar world projection, he would have had to consume at least 15%.

Logan had found a new method of energy call that could drastically reduce the consumption of his own primordial force.

Just as they prepared to return to the outpost, the sky suddenly lit up with silver-gray and emerald-green light. Two giant projections forcibly broke through the clouds and descended.

The transparent, silver-gray humanoid form surrounded by hundreds of space chains was Observer No. 3.

Beside him, a female-shaped projection surrounded by emerald green creation rule-lights was The 7th Observer.

Observer No. 3, whose face had no features, turned toward Logan. An ethereal voice rang directly into the minds of both men. “Logan, you established a defense ring in No. 53 Restricted Zone. This constitutes illegal sequestration of Lost World territory.”

“Immediately disband the No. 53 Restricted Zone armed forces. In 72 hours, the Arbitrator’s true self will arrive to enforce the cleansing program.”

The 7th Observer stepped forward. The emerald green rule-light collided with the 3rd Observer’s space chains, creating faint energy ripples. “Number 3, I object! The defense ring is a reasonable application of rules. Moreover, he just repaired the rule disorder zone at the edge of No. 46 Restricted Zone. He possesses the qualification to become a Rule repairer and should not be cleansed.”

The collision of rules from the two projections caused the surrounding ground to vibrate slightly. Gray broken rocks were thrown into the air by the shockwaves.

Logan stepped forward, releasing his 108-star pressure without reservation, clashing it against the pressure of the two Demigod-stage projections.

“72 hours is enough for me to complete three of the six repair tasks. I will prove my worth with actual results. If I fail, I accept the cleansing voluntarily.”

Observer No. 3’s space chains tightened slightly, followed by a cold snort.

His projection slowly dissipated, leaving only a chilling warning before vanishing completely: “The 72-hour countdown begins now based on normal outside time. It cannot be changed. If the tasks are not finished by the deadline, you and all living beings in No. 53 Restricted Zone will be cleansed together.”

The 7th Observer’s projection turned toward Logan. She flicked her finger, sending a tiny dot of emerald green light that landed on Logan’s forehead.

“This is a passive Creation Rule blessing. If you face a fatal attack based on Creation Rules, it will activate automatically to block it once. Good luck.”

With that, her projection also faded away, and the sky returned to its dim gray hue.

The Blind Prophet coughed, a trickle of golden blood escaping the corner of his mouth.

He looked at the faint green dot on Logan’s forehead, his voice heavy with gravity. “The 72-hour countdown has officially started. Both No. 53 Restricted Zone and you personally are now under threat.”

“The Arbitrator’s true self possesses full Demigod-stage combat power. Violet’s temporary 50-star state might not be enough to hold him off.”

Logan touched the emerald green light on his forehead with his hand. His expression remained calm. “There is still time. Enough to complete the tasks, and enough to raise my combat power.”

Then, Logan followed the Blind Prophet deeper into the core of No. 46 Restricted Zone.

The stone steps beneath his feet gradually turned into a silver-gray crystal. They were bone-chillingly cold to the touch.

The deeper they went, the denser the Rules became—30% stronger than the outer regions. The space structure twisted in spirals. Every 100 meters, they had to resist fluctuations in gravity that were 1,000 times normal.

The Blind Prophet’s shoulder wound had already scabbed over. Leaning on his broken staff of prophecy, he walked steadily ahead.

Originally a 48-star aspiring Demigod, his cultivation had temporarily dropped to 40 stars after Observer No. 3 pierced his origin with space chains. His aura fluctuated slightly due to his injuries.

Without turning back, he spoke to explain the area: “This is the outer edge of the Time Rift. Time flows differently here. Ten hours inside equals just one hour outside. It is an independent time zone set up by the Ancient Tribunal, specifically for training Rule Controllers.”

Logan nodded, but just as he lifted his right foot, he encountered a Space Fold. His figure staggered, nearly being thrown over by the twisted force field.

He immediately activated world rule resonance, connecting his consciousness to the Space Main Star of the familiar world. He projected a portion of Space Rules onto the ground, forming a faint golden platform that steadily canceled out the distorted force field.

After walking forward for about two kilometers, an elderly man emerged from the shadows. He wore a gray observer’s robe and held a staff of prophecy identical to the one the Blind Prophet carried. His aura was that of a 45-star aspiring Demigod.

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