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Chapter Summary
The people who resided in the positive region could not detect or see the things belonging to the negative region; they could only perceive its existence. This was similar to how matter and antimatter were speculated by people to represent the opposing ends of the universe—two halves of a whole, constantly at odds, bound by laws far older than the stars themselves. Time lost its meaning as he focused entirely on the energy inside him, every thought directed at molding it into the weapon it was m...
Chapter 205 Forgotten weapon of the past!
Chapter 205 The universe was divided into two ends: positive and negative.
Oliver felt the divide as if it were a chasm stretching endlessly beyond what his eyes could see—a separation that no mortal could ever hope to cross.
The people who resided in the positive region could not detect or see the things belonging to the negative region; they could only perceive its existence.
Such was the case with the other side as well.
This was similar to how matter and antimatter were speculated by people to represent the opposing ends of the universe—two halves of a whole, constantly at odds, bound by laws far older than the stars themselves.
Opposites that could never touch, separated by an unseen divide that even the greatest of powers could not cross freely.
The two regions, positive and negative, could never interact or meet.
The forces at play were far too great, the consequences too cataclysmic.
This was the core principle of the universe.
When matter and antimatter come into contact, they annihilate each other and release a large amount of energy.
A cosmic dance of creation and destruction, one that had shaped the universe as it was known.
This process was termed "annihilation" by the people of both sides.
The negativity required to create what Oliver wanted came from the other side of the universe.
It wasn't just energy—it was the raw, unfiltered force of the negative side, an element that defied comprehension in the positive world.
As far as he knew, he was in the positive region of the universe and therefore required a medium to draw in the negativity—the power from the other end.
The circular circuit beneath him worked as a channel for that.
The lines of the array pulsed faintly, their energy humming in tune with the void dust scattered across the ground.
With void dust, known to have formed from the shards of void, used as the material to create the array, it helped him establish a firm connection to the negative side of the universe.
This also had another benefit.
Since people in the positive region of the universe could not easily detect negativity, it gave him a way to conceal any abnormal activity that might occur.
He still took precautions by performing this in an isolated location to prevent any variables.
No matter how confident he felt, there was always room for the unexpected.
The world outside was none the wiser to the forces he was manipulating; to them, the night was just another moonless one.
Oliver patiently accumulated the overwhelming negativity into his body as time passed with every second.
Each second stretched longer, the pressure within him growing heavier, yet strangely, it felt like it belonged—a part of him being reawakened.
Each moment felt like an eternity, the pressure mounting inside him as the negativity flowed deeper into his core.
It filled every crevice of his being, like water seeping into cracks, except this water was darker, colder, more dangerous than anything he had ever experienced.
The night was still and silent, allowing a strange sense of synchronization to occur between his body and the overbearing negativity.
The rhythm of the universe seemed to slow, syncing with the pulse of the energy now coursing through him.
Oliver observed the negativity condensing within his body.
The blackness swirled and coiled inside him, a living force that bent to his will, ready to be shaped.
It was both chaotic and controlled, like a storm he held within the palm of his hand.
With the strange synchronization he now felt with the negativity, he began to take action, shaping the form of the negativity as described in the method from his memory.
The night continued as Oliver became immersed in the process, forgetting everything else.
Time lost its meaning as he focused entirely on the energy inside him, every thought directed at molding it into the weapon it was meant to become.
The stars slowly became visible in the sky as time passed, and a strange scene occurred, unnoticed by Oliver.
The constellations above seemed to twist and shift, faint lights flickering in patterns that had not been seen for centuries, as though the universe itself was reacting to the power being called upon below.
It was as if the cosmos were whispering, shifting in their ancient positions to witness the birth of something long-forgotten.
A soft ethereal white light that seemed to belong to the countless stars above fell onto his body at the same time as the negativity was filling him.
The light wrapped around him like a gentle veil, contrasting sharply with the dark energy coursing through his veins.
From below, there was an endless stream of black negativity, while from above, a steady stream of pure white starlight fell on his head.
The forces collided within him but did not fight—somehow, they intertwined, each one respecting the other's presence.
Both energies seemed to envelop his body while he was busy condensing the weapon inside.
The air around him crackled with potential, an invisible storm raging within the confines of his being.
It was a mystical scene.
A cosmic dance between light and dark, life and death, all contained within the solitary figure of a boy drawing on powers beyond comprehension.
"Phew…" Oliver broke out of his trance-like state and was startled to see bright sunlight falling onto him.
His vision blurred slightly, adjusting to the sudden shift from the deep, infinite darkness to the blinding warmth of day.
He squinted as the light filtered through the leaves of the trees he was standing beneath.
He looked down to see the array circuit had also disappeared, as all the void dust had been used up after serving its purpose.
The ground bore no sign of the immense power that had just coursed through it, leaving only the faint memory of the ritual that had taken place.
He leaned against the tree and slowly sat next to it, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, indicating the hard work he had done.
His muscles ached, the toll of channeling such energy settling in, but a sense of accomplishment washed over him.
But a small smile was etched on his face as he beamed, "Finally, it's done.
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