Chapter 80
Every tremor from the scar carried a dual meaning—both tribute and warning—forcing all who witnessed it to reassess their stance toward Aldraya and Quil-Hasa.
The power reflected the tension between restraint and rebellion, showing that Aldraya's presence was not merely symbolic, but a gravitational center capable of reshaping the order of energy and loyalty on that field.
Around her, the other seven Administrators held themselves back, realizing that what Aldraya had done far exceeded their expectations.
Their once-stable auras now interacted with new waves of energy, creating unpredictable patterns in the air.
Frashko felt an undirected surge of aggression, Uorkash sensed a disrupted justice, Belareth perceived time slipping between the scars, while Iosh nearly lost himself in a logic gone askew.
Sareah and Ziesma monitored every shift, aware that this event marked the beginning of something far more complex and difficult to foresee.
The scar, though appearing temporary, continued to echo, reminding everyone present that Aldraya was no longer an ordinary woman, but an entity whose power could match and even surpass the will of the Administrators.
'They're joking, right?Those siblings who were clearly trying to stop me are now acting like victims.And the seven Administrators over there are just standing, staring as if all of this makes sense.'
"I don't care how many of you are here.
My determination to take Aldraya on a date will not change!
Not now, not tomorrow, and not ever!"
The field around Theo trembled with thickening tension, every step and glance from the seven Administrators radiating suppressive force.
Quorin and Valthura stood as pillars of authority amid the swirling energy, yet now they acted like victims of Aldraya's unstoppable will.
Theo felt the vibrations of their decision to oppose the natural flow of Flo Viva Mythology, realizing that what should have been simple—taking Aldraya to the seven predetermined date locations—had turned into a complicated cosmic battlefield.
The Administrators' energies united in invisible pressure, examining his intent and determination, yet Theo resisted hesitation, gathering Will, Intent, Resolve, and Ambition as a writer who understood the world's path and the characters he had created.
Tension peaked as Theo gazed upon the nine figures, realizing their voices and auras were not only physical influence but manifestations of will capable of bending reality.
Quorin and Valthura, though part of the conflict, still projected their authority as keepers of the narrative flow, while the other seven Administrators stood with the majesty of their respective planets, awaiting a decision that would determine the world's balance.
In the silence, Theo released a wave of resolve into the air, a voice that pierced the boundaries of logic and cosmic law, declaring that his intentions remained immovable.
Every word, though felt only within the inner realm, penetrated the consciousness of the Administrators.
All that energy seemed to hold its breath, witnessing a human defy cosmic authority, asserting that will and narrative could not simply be forced.
In a field flooded with light, energy, and the pressure of the Administrators' wills, Theo stood firm, unmoving, knowing his determination to ask Aldraya on a date would continue.
No shadow of doubt remained.
No collapse could subdue his will—only pure conviction radiating as he challenged all who stood around him.
"...."
'Damn it, the seven Administrators agreed too?
Just because of Quorin and Valthura's ridiculous excuse, they instantly accepted that my intention was completely wrong?
Absolutely outrageous.'
Hhhh!
'If small talk is useless, then I have no other choice.
Resolve, Intent, Will, and Ambition.
Let's unite them.'
Biiiing!
'One Point, Nine Acupuncture Complete.
Now it's your time to move!'
Waaaang!
'One slash will give birth to nine slashes!
And each slash will multiply itself, following the rule of nine!
From nine to eighteen
.From eighteen to twenty-seven
Twenty-seven to thirty-six.
And on, and on, and on without end!!'
Hooooh!
'This is the power of a writer inhabiting the body of a samurai.'
Ripples of time moving backward formed a gentle vortex around the field, making every strand of air vibrate as Theo focused his gaze on the nine Administrators.
Every expression clearly displayed rejection, as if the world itself insisted that Theo's decision to ask Aldraya on a date was an absolute mistake in the flow of Flo Viva Mythology.
Light from the Administrators' Sa reflected on the cracked ground, while Quorin and Valthura stood as the unblemished centers of authority, even as their wounds hissed with the echo of Aldraya's Sa.
In the suffocating atmosphere, Theo realized no dialogue, negotiation, or reasoning could break through their cosmic decision.
Thus, he stopped with pleasantries, stopped waiting for a miracle of understanding, and prepared the only answer he could offer such authority.
His own determination.
The small movement of his hand toward his sword was not meant as a physical threat, for the blade remained sheathed.
Yet to most, that pose—often seen as arrogance or provocation—was, for Theo, a form of focus honed through a long journey as a samurai inhabited by a writer's soul.
The Technique of One Point, Nine Acupuncture Complete began to form not through physical motion, but through the flow of Resolve, Intent, Will, and Ambition compressed within his body.
Time already reversed by Quorin and Valthura's Sa was pulled further into a sharper spiral, creating an atmosphere that nearly split reality.
In a second detached from the stream of chronology, a faint slash was born from his body, though his sword had not moved an inch.
From that single slash, nine more emerged like shadows imprinted from pure will.
The nine slashes advanced toward the Administrators, but before reaching them, each one began to multiply according to the rule of nine.
From nine to eighteen, from eighteen to twenty-seven, then thirty-six, and continued to grow like an endless sequence challenging the silence of the sky.
When the total reached ninety, the slashes still had not touched the Administrators, yet they continued to expand.
Ninety became ninety-nine, ninety-nine became one hundred eight, one hundred eight vaulted to one hundred seventeen, and the sequence grew like a cosmic organism feeding on Theo's Ambition.
Each increase did not merely reveal a high-level technique—it signaled Theo's approach toward something rare and sublime.
The Second Productivity, the next phase in the path of a samurai who had fused his former identity with the soul of a writer.
"Essential Reduction."
"Formulative Synthesis."
"Chrono-Narrative Editing."
"Symphony of Sorrow."
"Weapon Empathy."
"Sanction of Reality."
"Feast of Moments."
"Principle of Impossible Phenomena."
"Collective Hallucination."
As the expanding slashes from the One Point, Nine Acupuncture Complete Technique continued to grow like a boundless, radiant organism, the field around the Administrators began to pulse with a force far older and more orderly.
Quorin and Valthura, who had been at the forefront of maintaining the world's logic, raised their hands simultaneously.
Quorin's Sa of Essential Reduction absorbed the concept of form, reducing the slashes into mere potential shadows.
To be continued…