Angle's Arrogance? My Pact with the Succubus Queen! - Chapter 412: Upgrade Again, the Twelve Realms!

Chapter 412: Chapter 412: Upgrade Again, the Twelve Realms!

Suppressing the storm had cost a massive amount of Faith Energy. His reserves dropped to 60%, and his hourly regeneration rate fell to just 70% of its original speed.

In Restricted Zone 46, Cassandra lay on the operating table, unconscious. In her sleep, she frowned slightly and her finger twitched. She sensed the active fluctuation of the Truth Mark, but she remained asleep.

Logan’s consciousness returned to reality. He stayed half-kneeling for a moment before finally standing up, brushing the dust off his body.

He had forcefully forced his DNA cracks back into place.

The risk of Ten-Spiral mutation was temporarily gone. However, the scar on his left arm still burned. The fusion rate of the Truth Mark held steady at 80% and didn’t rise any further.

He scanned the space around him.

The gaze of The-7th Observer had withdrawn. Although Observer No. 3 had swept through the area several times with their Space Rule, Logan had hidden successfully with his spatial disguise.

Logan looked up at the sky, frowning. “Only ten hours left. Observer No. 3 should realize very soon that the Planar Core of No. 47 Restricted Zone is gone.”

“I must get to No. 32 Restricted Zone immediately and swallow the second core. Only then can I fully stabilize the structure of the Twelve Realms. Otherwise, the rejection reaction from the Nine-Spiral will flare up again.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Logan stepped into the space channel.

Inside the temple of No. 53 Restricted Zone.

Violet stood at the focal point, staring at the hollow horn in her palm.

The cracks on its surface had multiplied by more than a dozen, yet it refused to shatter.

She could feel that Logan’s aura had already reached the edge of No. 32 Restricted Zone. Just as she exhaled in relief, the alarm on the western defense line suddenly blared.

Moragas’s voice came through the soul link, tinged with nervousness: “Three Demigod vanguard units sent scouts to probe us.”

“I sent them away, but they seem to have noticed our defense ring is unstable. They’ll likely be back soon.”

Violet tightened her grip on the Staff of Creation. Emerald green light surged from the staff, pouring into the light barrier of the defense ring and patching up some of the cracks.

She looked up toward the direction of No. 32 Restricted Zone. Her golden vertical pupils held no sign of fear. “I will hold this place until Master returns.”

After leaving the Space Teleport gate, the raging energy currents whipped Logan’s robes.

As soon as he landed at the entrance to the secret chamber deep underground at No. 32 Restricted Zone, he sensed a strong Truth Mark fluctuation.

Scanning the area, he saw that every rock wall in the chamber was carved with the golden Truth Marks of The Observer No. 1. The density was three times higher than in No. 47 Restricted Zone.

Each mark was faintly warm, creating a weak Resonance with the scar on his left arm.

Logan crushed a spatial rune between his fingers.

The tremors of a Phase Folding trap rippled through the walls. “There are seven layers of traps—four times more than in No. 47 Restricted Zone.”

Logan then turned his gaze inward. The additional gene chains for the new rules were colliding wildly inside him, like three untamed horses. Without the guidance of an Origin-level Space Rule, they were impossible to balance.

His bones creaked and cracked. The healing fissures on his skin began to seep golden blood again, splashing onto the scorched rock below with a sizzling sound.

He calculated that within twelve hours, the Nine-Spiral would completely disintegrate due to rejection.

He had to swallow the Planar Core of No. 32 Restricted Zone immediately to fully stabilize the structure of the Twelve Realms.

With no time to waste, Logan extended his fingers, manifesting a spatial blade to slice open the secret chamber door.

A silver-gray Space Source Core, eighty meters in diameter, floated in the center of the chamber. Its surface was covered in golden Truth Mark patterns even denser than those in No. 47 Restricted Zone, resembling a web of gold.

Just as Logan prepared to swallow the core, he sensed a violent Space Rule fluctuation coming from the direction of the Black Abyss Canyon.

“It seems Observer No. 3 has noticed that the Planar Core of No. 47 Restricted Zone is gone,” Logan muttered, tightening his grip on the core in front of him.

Cold, silver-gray rules were sweeping toward him along the spatial tracks.

In less than ten seconds, Observer No. 3 would pinpoint his location in No. 32 Restricted Zone and come personally to stop him.

Logan didn’t care about exposure anymore. All he could think was: “Damn it! Just let me swallow it!”

Just as the space fluctuation was about to sweep over the secret chamber door.

An extremely faint golden Prophecy Rule suddenly exploded from the direction of Restricted Zone 46. It spread like a thick fog, instantly engulfing a three-hundred-mile radius around No. 32 Restricted Zone, blocking Observer No. 3’s perception completely.

It was Cassandra.

Though she had been in a deep coma, her pale face suddenly turned bright red. The golden Prophecy Mark on her forehead glared with blinding light, and even her hair began to turn white from the burning of her Origin.

He had forcibly torn open her sleeping consciousness, burning her last reserves of Origin to release golden Prophecy energy. She had literally forced her way to block Observer No. 3’s spatial sense.

Inside the operating room, golden blood spewed from Cassandra’s throat. With her last ounce of strength, she sent a mental message to Logan, her voice as weak as wind blowing through a crack: “You only have a three-minute window. Finish it quickly!”

As soon as she finished speaking, her head slumped to the side, and she fell back into a deep coma. Her Origin was completely exhausted, not even her fingers could move a fraction of an inch.

Logan received the message. His pupils contracted sharply, and without any hesitation, he immediately projected the Nine Realms around the core of No. 32 Restricted Zone.

“Time Freeze!”

“Space Fold!”

He repeated his previous maneuvers, folding the core into the gap of time and space, then activated the Devouring Rule to begin absorbing it.

This core’s Truth Marks were even more active. The moment he started swallowing, hundreds of golden tendrils shot up the absorption channel and drilled directly into his Nine-Spiral.

Each one carried a scorching heat, making the scar on his left arm feel as if it were being branded by a red-hot iron.

Logan gritted his teeth, swung his Dual Blades of Life and Death, and slashed off most of the golden tendrils.

However, some smaller fragments of the Truth Marks still managed to seep in. The fusion rate of the Truth Marks stayed firmly at 80% and didn’t rise any further.

The swallowing process finished right at the end of the three-minute window. The Planar Core of No. 32 Restricted Zone was fully integrated into the familiar world.

The prophetic fog dissipated at that exact moment. Observer No. 3’s perception swept over, finding only an empty chamber and stable Space Rule fluctuations. Thinking their earlier perception had been a mistake, they snorted in disdain and withdrew their attention.

After swallowing the second Planar Core, the twelve main stars of the Twelve Realms within Logan instantly found their balance.

The orbits stabilized…

The prototype of a small universe was finally formed…

The world source energy doubled again…

Logan checked the conditions inside him one by one, his expression growing increasingly satisfied. “It’s done!”

But before he could let out a breath of relief, the backlash of the swallowing arrived.

The Truth Mark fragments from the two cores overlapped and eroded his body. The DNA cracks, which had been stable at Level 9, suddenly jumped to Level 11, reaching a state of disintegration.

A large amount of pale golden blood gushed from his seven orifices simultaneously. Cracks on his skin spread out like a spiderweb. Every muscle in his body spasmed, causing pain so intense he could barely hold his Dual Blades of Life and Death.

At the intersection of the Nine-Spiral Core and the Gene Devour chain, that tiny golden point appeared once again. It was twice as bright as before, and the risk of the Ten-Spiral mutation flared up again.

Logan fell to his knees, his knuckles digging into the hard rock until he carved five deep indentations into the floor.

He gritted his teeth and endured the pain of disintegration, draining his remaining Faith Energy to try and reinforce the cracks. But it wasn’t enough, the cracks continued to spread deeper.

Meanwhile, inside the familiar world…

The newly stabilized Space Main Star resonated again with the Space Rule of Restricted Zone No. 1, triggering a rule storm once more.

Silver-gray spatial rifts exploded everywhere within the Twelve Realms. Volcanoes on the surface of the main stars erupted simultaneously, seawater poured into the land, and the entire world shook violently.

Logan’s familiars, led by the main forces like Lilith and Kerparos, began quickly suppressing these disasters.

With the familiars working in unison, the storm was finally quelled after ten minutes of intense fighting.

The cost was high: thirty thousand familiars were lost, and even Lilith’s left wing was torn open by a spatial rift, leaving a half-meter-long gash.

Once the chaos subsided, Logan finally regained his composure.

He slowly stood up, just as he was about to leave, when he sensed a violent tremor in the soul contract. It was Violet sending him energy.

Violet stood at the entrance of the Temple of Destruction. She had just sensed that Logan’s DNA cracks had jumped to Level 11. The shared pain made her gasp sharply, and a trickle of pale golden blood escaped the corner of her mouth.

Without any hesitation, she bit her tongue, using her last remnants of the Royal Creation Rule’s Origin deep within her bloodline. She reversed the flow, channeling everything through the soul contract directly to Logan.

This was her true Origin power, fused into her very bones and blood. Unlike the world essence stored in the horn, once this was drawn away, it could never be replenished. It was her absolute final card.

The moment the transfer began, the Horn of the Sky-Shattering Ancestor she held—the hollow shell—lost its last tether to her bloodline. The cracks on its surface, like a spiderweb, instantly spread across its entire form. With a sharp click, it shattered into fine golden dust, slipping through her fingers.

A gentle breeze scattered the dust completely, leaving not a single scrap behind.

Violet opened her palm, watching the golden powder drift away. Her fingertips were empty, cold, and lifeless.

The Sky-Shattering Chieftain stood nearby, stepping forward to support her, but she waved him away.

Holding her Staff of Creation, she stood straight as a rod. Her golden vertical eyes fixed on the direction of No. 32 Restricted Zone, her fingers clenching until they turned white.

She knew her hand was now empty. She had no trump cards left, not even the Horn of the Sky-Shattering Ancestor for a final suicide attack remained. “Master, you will come back, won’t you?”

Back with Logan, receiving the Origin of the Creation Rule from Violet, the chaos within his body finally settled completely.

Through the soul contract, he sensed Violet’s condition, and his heart ached as if being squeezed.

“That silly girl.”

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