blogombal Chapter 172: Dark Prophecy
Chapter 172: Dark Prophecy
It was a blurry face, devoid of human features yet transcending any known life form. The face was surrounded by an inscrutable halo, seemingly emanating from the endless void. Isaac knew this was one of the Hermits—perhaps the most powerful of them all.
“You’ve finally arrived.” The Hermit’s voice was deep and hoarse, carrying an irresistible pressure. “We’ve been watching you, Isaac. You think you’ve taken control of the universe and created a new order, but you’ve overlooked the most important fact: everything you do will be corrected by us.”
Isaac's gaze was resolute, yet the doubts and unease deep within him were met with a fierce response at this moment. "What do you want to correct? Everything I've done is to bring order and life to the universe. Why destroy it?" Isaac's tone was calm, yet filled with fearlessness.
The Hermit's eyes gleamed, as if trying to see into Isaac's soul. "What you call 'order' is merely a superficial balance. The intertwining of fate and chaos has already determined the course of the universe. Everything you have done is a backlash against the rules of the universe."
Isaac's heart sank; the Hermit's words struck him like a bolt of lightning into the depths of his soul. Backlash? He could hardly believe that the new order he had created would bring about such terrible consequences.
"Are you trying to stop me?" Isaac asked coldly. "You dare not tolerate my changes because you know that the true potential of the universe has been bound by you for far too long!"
The Hermit's smile was sinister. He seemed in no hurry to respond, but slowly raised his hand, and a low melody echoed in the void. The melody carried no emotion, yet it possessed a suffocating sense of oppression. As the music reverberated, Isaac felt the space around him begin to change drastically. Time seemed to stand still, as if he had been pulled into a new dimension.
“You’re right, the universe’s potential is immense.” The Hermit’s voice grew even more composed. “But that’s precisely why we must maintain the status quo of the universe. Every change in the rules will trigger an uncontrollable collapse. You’re just beginning to realize that your actions are shaking the very foundations of the universe.”
Suddenly, the void split open, and Isaac was sucked into it by a powerful gravitational pull. Everything before his eyes blurred, as if he had entered an endless black hole, where there was no concept of time or space, only vast chaos. Isaac felt an unprecedented loneliness and helplessness, as if he had entered a dimension that did not belong to any material world.
Then, the voice of the Hermit echoed once more, piercing through the void: "This is your last chance, Isaac. If you choose to cooperate with us and relinquish your interference in the universe, we can offer you a new opportunity. You will become the inheritor of the universe's rules, enjoying endless life and power. But if you choose to continue on your path, the universe will close its doors for you."
Isaac was torn by a fierce internal conflict. He was unwilling to abandon the new cosmic order he had created, nor did he want to return to the past bound by fate and chaos. Yet, at the same time, he knew that the Hermit's words were not unfounded. The rules of the universe were indeed deeply interconnected, and every choice could lead to devastating consequences.
He stood at the edge of the void, hesitant. This was not merely an external confrontation, but a profound self-examination. Choosing cooperation meant abandoning his ideals; choosing resistance meant facing endless unknowns and challenges.
Isaac closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and his resolve gradually became clear. He knew there was no turning back. He had to make a choice—for the freedom of the universe, for the lives that had no choice, he would continue forward.
“I choose to fight,” Isaac said softly, his voice steady and firm. “Your rules are outdated. I will forge a new path for the universe, no matter the cost.”
As his words fell, the darkness within the rift suddenly surged, and a powerful energy swept in, engulfing Isaac. At the same time, the Hermit's figure gradually disappeared into the void, leaving only a faint echo: "You will pay the price for your choices."
Isaac stood on the edge of the void, his heart filled with unprecedented pressure. His recent conversation with the Hermit had made him realize that the new cosmic order he had created was not so solid, nor could it completely escape the shackles of fate and chaos. The balance of the universe was incredibly fragile; every intervention of power would trigger unpredictable chain reactions. Every choice was a double-edged sword, potentially bringing infinite opportunities or endless disasters.
However, more than external enemies, Isaac knew that what he truly needed to confront was his own heart. The arrival of the Hermit made him realize that every change he made could not escape the backlash of the universe's deepest laws. The backlash of fate and the chaos of disorder were slowly eroding the new world he had built.
"The fate of the universe is destined to be beyond human alteration." Those words from the Hermit echoed in Isaac's mind. He couldn't deny the doubts in his heart—was it that the power of fate and chaos itself was unbreakable, or had he simply not yet touched the true core of the universe?
Just as Isaac was lost in thought, a violent spatial tremor pulled him back from his reverie. As the tremor intensified, every inch of the void began to tremble, the starlight grew increasingly blurred, as if time itself had collapsed at that moment. A flicker of alertness crossed Isaac's eyes; he immediately sensed the source of this power—this was no ordinary spatial distortion, but a powerful omen from the future.
"The prophecy of darkness... has come again," Isaac murmured to himself.
"Do you sense it, Isaac?" The voice echoed in his ears again, deep and threatening. "The cosmic order you created was destined to be unable to withstand the impact of your constant changes. The laws of the universe have begun to backfire, the gears of history are quietly turning, and the shackles of fate are silently descending."
Isaac frowned, his gaze sharpening. "Who are you? Why do you keep appearing in front of me?" he asked coldly.
"I am the prophet of the universe, the arbiter of fate." The voice gradually solidified, carrying an undeniable majesty. "What you have touched is not merely the rules of the universe; they represent a destiny. And this destiny has already been predetermined."