Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 719 Decision

A world turned upside down.

The heartland.

There is no up, down, left, or right here; no past or future; only an eternal chaos and fragmented light and shadow.

Beneath their feet lay not solid earth, but countless fragments of the sun, shimmering with blinding light, flowing and solidifying like molten glass. These were the echoes of the fiery stars of the real world twisting, tearing, and solidifying in this dimension, radiating a chaotic and scorching halo.

Surrounding Tang Zijun was not air, but moonlight that was visible to the naked eye and flowed like liquid mercury. It did not come from a particular moon, but was all the reflected, desired, and poetic moonlight in the real world. Under the reversed rules, it was stripped, gathered, and materialized into a cold silver river, silently surrounding this broken core area, exuding a chilling and illusory coldness.

This is the ultimate distortion point projected from the dimension of reality, the singularity that is most vulnerable yet closest to the essence of the rules in the reversed world.

The space here is like a piece of paper that has been crumpled and unfolded countless times, covered with tiny but fatal cracks, and every breath seems to stir up the fragile spacetime structure.

Tang Zijun stood at the heart of this bizarre and perilous place.

Dressed simply, his figure appeared small and solitary against the backdrop of the enormous fragments of the sun and the flowing river of moon. His goal was to forcibly connect the passage to the reversed world with that ethereal dream world, a virtual dimension completely different from the real material world, which was entirely composed of spirit.

This is almost a paradox: how can a reflection be connected to a grand dream? However, Poseidon's words dispel this mystery: matter and spirit are not inherently superior or inferior; they are merely different forms of existence. Human perception is the barrier that distinguishes them.

It doesn't matter if the scenery in a dream cannot be perfectly reflected. The human mind, that ocean that gathers countless emotions, memories, and subconscious thoughts, is the natural bridge connecting the virtual and the real, the dream and the shadow.

Tang Zijun slowly raised her hand, her fingertips shimmering with a faint yet unwavering light of will.

[Kamen Rider Drive Form Mastery!]

A card with deep prismatic patterns flowing along its edges and a center that seemed to devour all light like a swirling nebula appeared out of thin air between his fingers.

[Prism!]

His gaze was calm and still, without the slightest hesitation. With a flick of his wrist, the card was steadily placed into the Wolf Rider Driver slot at his waist!

[Ultimate Greed!!]

A cold, electronic sound rang out in the deathly silent, shattered space, instantly distorted and amplified, like a cosmic declaration!

boom-!!!!

An indescribable brilliance erupted.

It wasn't an explosion, but... a reconstruction!

Countless rays of light, as dazzling as diamonds and stars yet containing the dark currents of an endless abyss, shot out from the core of the belt.

They are not simply energy, but rather solidified, given form, fragments of ultimate desire and rules. These rays of light instantly enveloped Tang Zijun's entire body, intertwining, extending, and shaping like living things.

Clang! Clang!

A crisp and resounding metallic resonance rang out, and a set of crystal-like armor instantly took shape.

The ultimate form of greed is a pure and flawless armor, seemingly constructed from billions of perfectly cut crystals. Each crystal refracts the light of the surrounding sun fragments and the flowing river of the moon, emitting a dazzling seven-colored halo.

But deep within this exquisitely beautiful crystal, flows a liquid, dark gold-like substance, constantly shifting and shimmering with greed and desire.

The patterns of possession and other abstract forms, the sacred and the profane, the pure and the chaotic, the order and the desire—the contradictory qualities of these elements achieve a strange and breathtaking harmony on this armor.

The helmet and visor were a single, deep, vortex-like piece of crystal, with two crimson lights slowly illuminating within, like the eyes of a greedy beast opening.

Shoulder armor, arm armor, leg armor... dark golden liquid energy of desire flowed at all joints. Behind him, there was no cloak, but an energy band of light composed of pure light and shadow and dark golden fluid, like abstract wings, which floated slowly. Each fluctuation made the surrounding broken space groan under the weight.

At this moment, Tang Zijun resembled a crystal demon god born from the very source of cosmic desire, wielding the power of creation and devouring.

The ultimate form of greed will only reveal its true form within the Reverse World.

Not far away, Shiyao floated silently on the edge of the flowing Moon River, her shadow swaying uncertainly in the distorted light.

She gazed at the figure enveloped in crystal and dark gold, standing amidst the shattered sun and liquid moonlight. In those deep, shadowy eyes, there was no trace of the usual mockery or discontent, only profound shock.

Tang Zijun did not turn around.

He slowly raised the gauntlets covered in crystal and dark gold.

The palm was aimed at the most chaotic and cracked spatial node in front of him. That was the weak point where the reverse world and the dream world might resonate at the spiritual level.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable energy pillar, a mixture of seven-colored crystal light and a torrent of dark gold desire, erupted from the palm covered by the crystal gauntlet.

This energy column was not a simple shockwave; the moment it left the body, it merged into the surrounding liquid moonlight.

In an instant, the entire lunar river encircling the core was ignited.

The cool, silvery moonlight was imbued with the magnificence of crystal and the dark gold of desire, transforming into a surging bridge of light connecting unknown dimensions.

This bridge of light disregarded the physical distance of space and the absolute barrier between matter and spirit. Like a living thing, it precisely and ruthlessly pierced into the cracked void node in front of it.

The core of the entire reversed world trembled violently, and the light from the solar fragments flickered wildly and erratically.

The cracks in space spread wildly like a spider web, only to be forcibly mended under the illumination of the crystal light.

At the end of that bridge of light, the void twisted and spun like a melting wax figure, and a huge vortex passage, composed of constantly changing, kaleidoscope-like reflections of countless fragments of the mind (joy, fear, dream fragments, subconscious images), was slowly taking shape.

Deep within the vortex, the bizarre and incomprehensible scenes of the dream world can be vaguely seen.

A reverse passage to the dream world.

Using mental projection as a guide and ultimate greed as an anchor, they forcibly create something out of the impossible.

The tremors at the core of the reversed world gradually subsided, and the Moon River Bridge, ignited by the torrent of crystal desire, pierced deeply into the node of the void, transforming into a stable and magnificent prism vortex.

Deep within the vortex, the bizarre and fantastical scenes of the dream world flowed and refracted like a kaleidoscope. It was an ocean where countless fragments of consciousness converged, connecting Black City, Tan Zhixin, and everything they fought for.

The passage is complete; the miracle has been achieved.

Tang Zijun stood quietly on the shattered fragments of the sun. Her crystal armor, in its ultimate form of greed, reflected a cold yet magnificent halo under the flowing moonlight.

The two crimson lights beneath the mask gazed at the passage leading to hope and reunion, yet showed no urge to step inside.

His heart was churning with complex emotions that were difficult to describe.

The successful connection to the channel confirms Poseidon's theory, proves the power of mental projection, and means that the only path to the source of nightmares, the path that ends in annihilation, is no longer exclusive to the Mirror God, but must be walked by him.

This heavy, almost fateful responsibility weighed him down, almost suffocating him, yet it also brought a kind of tragic calm.

The figure of Shiyao flew over from the edge of the Moon River and landed lightly beside him.

She glanced at the now-stabilized prism passage, then at Tang Zijun who remained motionless, and her brows immediately furrowed.

"Hey, Tang Zijun." Her voice was urgent and confused. "What are you standing there for? The passage is open, let's go find Xin'er."

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She even resorted to reverse psychology, trying to break Tang Zijun's silence. "If you don't leave now, I'm going over there by myself. Don't regret it later."

Tang Zijun slowly turned her head.

The crystal mask concealed his expression, but the moment those crimson eyes fell on Shi Yao's face, Shi Yao's heart sank.

Although separated by that layer of cold crystal, she seemed to clearly see into the depths of that gaze, a profound and heavy farewell she had never seen in Tang Zijun's eyes before.

"You..." Shi Yao's voice suddenly rose, carrying a hint of panic she herself didn't realize. She instinctively clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white. "...What do you mean?!"

Tang Zijun did not answer immediately.

He took a deep breath, the sound of which was exceptionally clear in the silent, shattered space, as if he wanted to take in the last breath of this reversed world into his chest.

The gauntlets covered in crystal and dark gold patterns unconsciously pressed against the Chaos Core at his waist.

"I...I'm not going now..."

Tang Zijun's voice came through the mask, no longer the grand cosmic low rumble of the ultimate greed form, but restored to its original tone, yet carrying an unprecedented, soul-piercing weariness and determination.

"...I still have things to do."

"Something's wrong?" Shi Yao almost screamed, pointing to the passage leading to the dream world, to Tan Zhixin. "What could be more important than this right now? Xin'er is over there, everyone's waiting there, the passage was finally..."

"I have to go somewhere."

Tang Zijun interrupted her, her voice low but undeniable, like the clash of iron and stone.

"A place that only I can go."

"Something that I must do alone."

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