Chapter 118: Chapter 108? Self Proclaimed Angel
As Fang Shan spiraled through the collapsing dimensions, his body twisted with the chaotic currents of space. Layers of reality peeled away like translucent veils, fracturing shards of the pocket dimension, yet, despite the disarray, his mind fixated on the unraveling patterns before him.
Among the endless void, he glimpsed something... beautiful.
Heavenly golden spirals danced across the fragments of space, forming intricate, infinite loops that seemed to stretch into eternity. Every slight rotation shimmered with a hidden purpose.
The lines, each streak, radiated a strange, perfect symmetry. He could see it: the spirals matched his descent, divinely mimicking his fall layer by layer.
For a moment, time seemed to stretch. His thoughts drifted and disjointed, sailing away from the chaos. 'Am I going to be defeated... by a mere woman again?' The bitterness in his voice was swallowed by the void.
The azure glow of his aura flickered as if his spirit wavered alongside his thoughts. But then... something inside him snapped.
A faint glimmer of gold began to bleed into his aura. It was delicate at first, like a withered flower, but it quickly grew back to its original magnificence.
His fingers tightened around the hilt of his sword as the golden light surged, consuming his form in an eruption of luminance. "I REFUSE!"
The words thundered outward, shaking the collapsing dimensions with their defiance. The golden light around him flared once more before dissipating entirely, leaving behind a profound stillness.
It wasn't an explosion of power that lingered in the air but clarity.
As he floated in the disintegrating space, Fang Shan's lips curled into a slow, incredulous smile. His eyes burned, trembling, looking everywhere with newfound insight as millions and millions of connections unraveled before him. "HAHAHAHA!" His laugh echoed wildly, cutting through the nothingness.
"I UNDERSTAND IT NOW! Phi isn't an offensive equation!" At that moment, everything clicked into place. His previous failure wasn't due to his lack of power or ability; it was his misunderstanding of the equation's primordial essence.
His thoughts raced, leaping from one realization to the next. The spirals in the void-- the Fibonacci sequence-- The universe was singing to him, in its golden ratios, in its harmony, in its infinite elegance, telling him with devotion that this wasn't a weapon but a foundation.
"Katley made me unlock and use my Mathconstructions," he murmured, with a voice steady, resonating with newfound purpose, "And now... this girl has forced me to think beyond.
The void continued to collapse around him, yet he was no longer spiraling down to his demise; his form had stabilized. The golden taint in his aura now radiated fully, a steady brilliance that outlined his figure like a celestial armor.
His voice rang loudly one last time, calm but charged determination, as he heard an angelical chorus in his head, With a flick of his blade, he first steadied himself, "I am not falling anymore..." with a second flick, the collapsing dimensions around him temporarily bent to make a pathway, "I AM ASCENDING!"
He turned his gaze to the sky, to the faint pink and black trail that the pink demon had left, SHE HAD TO KNOW! She was to know who pushed him toward such an epiphany, and she was going to be the first to experience it, "Mathconstructions: Fibonacci sequence"