The bands of light tightened, and the Truth Recorder's calculations abruptly ground to a halt.
The runes flowing across his body froze into an ancient glyph: refusal.
That voice sounded again in the void, delivering its conclusion.
They were not registered inhabitants of any timeline. They were overlooked variables, errors in the model.
His spherical head turned toward Chu Hang.
"Your body contains fragments of fourteen mutually incompatible laws. Even the Phoenix Origin, which mortals cannot touch, the Control Concept, and the Anti-Monitor's authority over the Void are inside you."
Then he looked at Wanda.
"Her blood contains pure Chaos Magic, a curse left by Chthon that defies the order of the Multiverse."
The giant raised his right arm. A runic array so intricate it hurt to look at appeared in his palm.
"The World Library records truth. It does not harbor threats. Leave, or be erased."
Chu Hang did not move.
He merely raised his head and stared at the three-hundred-meter giant with eyes woven with gold-red and silver-white light.
"A threat?"
His voice was low, yet it carried the weight of a mountain.
"Are you sure that's how you want to define me?"
The Control Origin turned slowly within him, sending out an invisible wave.
The runes on the Truth Recorder sped up, as though he had encountered an equation he could not solve.
His spherical head tilted back slightly as he reassessed Chu Hang.
Dark red Chaos Magic spilled from Wanda's fingertips.
She felt the giant's pressure collide with Chu Hang's Origin. The void trembled, but she remained at his side.
Chu Hang drew a breath and suppressed the urge to fight surging within him.
He could fight. If they came to blows, the outcome was uncertain, but destroying this library would be easy.
It would not