Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later - Chapter 268

268 Inverse Entropy, Inheritance (2)

what the .... was going on? A Moon Realm Demon General wouldn’t even survive a direct hit from that strike.

But Floral didn’t have time to freak out. She jumped into action, using herself as the control core and starting to reload her spells.

But then, something stopped her in her tracks.

Or rather, it gave no meaning to the work at hand.

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Her remaining mana was starting to condense again, forming the exact same spells she’d just used around him. It was like he was planning to hit her with her own magic.

Was the other party planning on using the remaining mana to give her a taste of her own medicine?

Using the dissipating mana around him to reconstruct the spell she had released previously, the enemy’s control over mana was beyond anything she’d ever seen.

It was like watching someone catch an arrow mid-air and then turn it back on their attacker, delivering a fatal blow.

“Wh…”

Floral was stunned when she saw what the other party was doing.

It was far from just giving her a taste of her own medicine.

As the mana shifted back to its spell form, the light outside the window receded and the explosion’s airflow imploded. The floor that had been blasted open, magically repaired itself.

But the shocking part was that not only the other party’s spells were reverting, even Floral’s spells were dissipating and her mana was flowing in reverse. Her raised hand was forced to retract.

Time was reversing.

The shattered Emulated Eyes of supreme-ruler spell was restored, and the released mana returned to Floral’s ether domain.

In a flash, the hall was restored to its original state five seconds ago, with the other party retreating to his original spot.

Everything that just happened was wiped clean, with only their memories and the consumed mana as evidence.

The seven spells were ready to be cast again. The Emulated Eyes of supreme-ruler hovered in front of Floral, locking onto the other party’s weakness.

It was as if it was all just an illusion.

The other party strolled towards her with a smug expression on his face, as if he was saying “feel free to try again.”

“Inverse… Entropy…” Floral muttered with difficulty, staring at the other party.

Peak spell—an ultimate force beyond the Divine Realm, reaching towards the secrets of creation. No, it was not just a spell.

In this day and age, peak spells were nothing more than a myth, whispered about by those who believed in the grandeur of the past. Some said it was a fabrication, a lie spun by those with hidden motives to elevate the old over the new.

But she knew better. Peak spells existed.

Or it had existed.

She also wondered if peak spells would ever exist again.

For despite her mastery of Frost Spells, one that had theoretically reached the highest realm, she had yet to scratch the surface of its true power.

Frost spells were the epitome of solidification. Every object in Currere was rooted in the process of transforming the intangible Creatons in the Realm of Light into tangible matter.

Deep in the heart of the Platinum Plains, the Kos people, who first invented calendars and mathematics, held a belief that the world was created by a supreme-ruler, Meng, with a perfect geometric structure, who lost His purpose because of this perfection. In His search for meaning, He used numbers and lines to create an imperfect world, a flawed concept that would be completed only by His death. Meng, requested his lover, Nu, to do the deed.

Nu wept and mourned as She dismembered His body and used His design blueprints to fill in the missing pieces of the world.

The imperial scholars had a theory about the Kos myth—they believed it was a metaphor for the shift in power from the priest class, who were in charge of calendars and mathematics, to the military nobles. But there was more to the symbols—they hinted at another origin story: there was a perfect physical world—a world that was mirrored in the Otherworld of regional myths and legends.

The Creatons from the Realm of Light first created a perfect, static physical world, which only became Currere after it shattered.

Everything in the world, from a speck of dust to an ocean, yearned to return to that state of perfection, but that world only existed in the distant past, slipping further into chaos with each passing second.

A magic chanter once came up with a wild idea: could providing enough magic power from the outside world re-create the shattered Meng and awaken the world’s desire for perfection, allowing them to reach that perfect, orderly world?

But the reality was harsh. Calculations showed that even if they drained all the magic in the Astral World, burned all the souls in Currere, and returned the entire Vic Continent to Creatons, it still wouldn’t be enough to reach that world of order.

But this by-product also drove Frost spells to new heights.

Even though perfection was unattainable, for a brief moment in time, it could be approached.

Time marched forward, each second closer to order. And with this principle in mind, magic’s greatest minds of the past created the Divine Realm spell, Zero Entropy, that could freeze time. But they also created the forbidden peak Frost spell, Inverse Entropy.

And now, that forbidden spell capable of reversing time was right in front of Floral.

Her wealth of combat experience told her she could strike again.

The mana required to reverse time with Inverse Entropy was astronomical. The opponent had already used it once, so there was no way he could use it again so soon.

This was her only chance to defeat him.

However…

Floral watched as the other party walked up the steps and stood before her.

The other party had used Inverse Entropy to serve as a warning.

Even time could be reversed. Could the other party not use other methods to block her previous strike?

If she attacked again, there would be no gentle response.

Floral hung her head, looking at the man towering over her.

“As you said, I acknowledge my position,” she said, before quickly adding, “But I have to know, are you the inheritor of Frost Lich Nehe’s legacy?”