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Chapter 136: The Fragmented Memory

Chapter 136: The Fragmented Memory

Adam stood silently at the back of the grand hall, a ghostly figure rendered transparent in this dimensional memory fragment.

His form flickered faintly, unable to interact with anything or anyone in the scene unfolding before him.

He knew this was not reality but a mere projection of events that had already occurred—a haunting echo of the past.

Yet, witnessing it all made his chest tighten with a deep sorrow. His helplessness weighed heavily on him; he could do nothing but observe.

In the center of the hall, Uv1 glared defiantly at his father, Pratham, his eyes blazing with determination. "I know you won’t act," he said, his voice firm and resolute. "So I will stand for our people and do what must be done."

Pratham remained silent, his face stoic yet betraying faint traces of sadness and concern.

Mikasa, standing nearby, seemed equally taken aback, her piercing gaze shifting uneasily between her eldest son and her husband.

The tension was palpable, rippling through the vast hall like an electric current.

Adam’s attention was suddenly drawn to the large, ornate doors at the far end of the chamber.

Slowly, they creaked open, revealing two figures stepping inside. They were clad in dark green suits that shimmered under the hall’s ethereal lights.

Their helmets were sleek, with opaque visors that glowed faintly white, concealing their faces entirely. A brilliant beam of light emanated from the chest plates of their suits, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

Each held a long, gleaming white laser rifle that seemed to hum with restrained power.

A collective gasp echoed through the hall. The sight of these figures struck everyone with shock, as no weapons or soldiers had ever been a part of this peaceful dimensional plane.

Pratham had always believed in nurturing harmony, not preparing for war, and the very existence of these soldiers violated the core principles upon which this plane had been created.

Pratham’s expression hardened slightly, his usually composed demeanor faltering as he tried to make sense of what was unfolding. Mikasa’s sharp intake of breath betrayed her alarm.

Her eyes widened as she clutched her chest, visibly shaken. The younger children seated nearby exchanged confused glances, their faces reflecting a mix of fear and disbelief.

None of them had ever seen weapons before, let alone soldiers, as Pratham had strictly forbidden any knowledge of warfare or conflict.

"This..." Mikasa whispered, her voice trembling. "What is happening here?"

The soldiers marched forward with precise, almost mechanical movements.

The glow from their suits pulsated rhythmically, and the hum of their rifles grew louder as they approached the center of the hall.

Their presence was intimidating, foreign, and utterly out of place in this world of peace.

Adam observed everything with a sinking heart. The expressions of Pratham and Mikasa mirrored the disbelief that echoed throughout the room.

He could feel their shock and the ripple of unease spreading through the crowd. This dimensional plane had been created for prosperity and coexistence, not for war or violence.

It was never meant to harbor such tools of destruction.

The younger children whispered among themselves, their voices tinged with confusion. "What are those things?" one of them asked hesitantly.

"Why do they look so dangerous?" Another child shook their head, unable to comprehend the situation. They had been raised in a world without conflict, and the very concept of soldiers was alien to them.

Adam’s gaze returned to Uv1, who stood with an air of defiance, his posture rigid. His siblings, still seated, stared at him in stunned silence, unable to reconcile this act with the brother they knew.

Pratham’s eldest son had brought these soldiers into the hall, shattering the tranquil existence they had always known.

The Uv2 voice was calm but heavy with underlying concern. "What are you doing, Uv1?" he finally asked, his tone carrying the weight of his disappointment.

Uv1 did not answer immediately. Instead, he turned to face the soldiers, motioning for them to stop.

They halted instantly, their movements precise and synchronized, as though controlled by some unseen force. The room grew deathly quiet, every pair of eyes fixed on the scene.

Pratham’s thoughts raced as he tried to piece together the motivation behind his son’s actions.

Mikasa, meanwhile, seemed frozen, her usual composure shattered by the sight of the armed figures standing ominously in their peaceful hall.

Adam’s mind churned with guilt as he watched. This is my doing... he thought bitterly. I created this world, but I failed to foresee the consequences of my choices. My absence has allowed this discord to take root.

As Uv1 stood before the assembly, his determination radiated from him like a palpable force.

Yet, the silent judgment of the room weighed heavily on his shoulders. No one understood his motives, not even his parents. Pratham and Mikasa could only watch, unsure of what would come next.

Adam remained at the edge of the grand hall, an invisible observer in his translucent form.

He was forced to watch the unfolding events in helpless silence, a witness to the chaos creeping into this once-peaceful dimensional plane.

The expressions of the people gathered in the hall mirrored Adam’s own shock and confusion.

The two soldiers, their dark green suits glinting ominously, stood motionless yet menacing.

Their visors glowed faintly, and the deadly hum of their laser guns echoed through the vast chamber.

Most of those present had no understanding of what soldiers were or what they could do. To them, the weapons were alien, enigmatic devices radiating danger.

This was a world untouched by the concept of violence—a sanctuary of peace carefully nurtured by Pratham under Adam’s vision.

The sight of these armed figures was a rupture in that harmony, leaving everyone stunned and silent.

From the center of the hall, Pratham rose from his ornate throne, his expression grim. He strode forward with authority, his voice cutting through the heavy atmosphere.

"Uv1!" he called out, his tone sharp and commanding. "Do you realize the consequences of your actions?"

Uv1 turned to face his father, a faint smile playing on his lips, as if he had expected this confrontation.

The sight of that smile froze Pratham in place.

In that moment, he realized the depth of his failure. He had made a grave mistake in not curbing uv1’s ambitions earlier—when his eldest son first proposed his controversial plan.

A plan to strip the people of their free will, turning them into mindless automatons devoid of individuality. It had been a vision so contrary to Adam’s ideals that Pratham now felt a deep sense of regret.

Lord Adam... please forgive me, he thought, his heart heavy with guilt. My negligence has brought this upon your cherished creation.

This plane, built with so much love and care, now faces a grim reality because of my foolishness.

Pratham’s voice turned colder, a hint of sorrow beneath his authoritative tone. "Are you prepared to face the consequences of your actions, Uv1?"

He raised his hand, a faint, shimmering force beginning to coalesce around his palm.

Pratham gets this power through his title, which is given to him by Adam.

It allowed him to manipulate nearly 30% within this world—objects, structures, even the elements themselves.

But as the force began to take form, a strange sensation rippled through him. His connection to the plane, once absolute, now felt distant and severed.

Uv1’s smile widened, his eyes gleaming with a sudden, unnatural glow.

Pratham froze, his gaze locked on his son’s eyes, which were now radiating a bright brown light instead of their usual serene blue.

The light pulsated with an intensity that sent a shiver down Pratham’s spine.

Something was wrong—terribly wrong.

Pratham attempted to channel his power again, willing the hall’s objects to obey him. The towering pillars, the glowing orbs of light suspended in the air, the very fabric of the plane should have responded to his command.

But nothing moved. His control, which had always been second nature, now felt completely out of reach.

Panic began to creep into his usually composed demeanor. His powers, tied to his title as a primordial being, were slipping away.

Adam, watching from his transparent form, clenched his fists in frustration. What’s happening? Why can’t he stop this? he wondered, his mind racing. He turned his focus to Uv1, whose eyes continued to burn with their unnatural glow. That light... is it him? Is he the cause?

Suddenly, Uv1 raised one hand, his movements deliberate and controlled. One of the soldiers, standing at attention, reacted instantly. He aimed his laser gun forward, the white barrel humming with deadly energy.

Without hesitation, the soldier fired.

A sharp, blinding beam of light shot across the room, leaving a glowing trail in its wake. Pratham staggered back, his expression shifting from disbelief to outright shock.

He had never imagined Uv1 would take things this far. Until now, he had believed his son’s actions were mere intimidation—a ploy to provoke fear and assert dominance. But this was something else entirely.

"He fired..." Pratham whispered to himself, his voice barely audible. "He actually fired."

The gathered crowd erupted in panicked murmurs, their confusion and fear growing with every passing moment.

Adam, too, was taken aback. He couldn’t fathom what had driven uv1 to such extremes.

His mind reeled as he struggled to make sense of it all. This is your family, uv1... your own people. Why would you attack them? Adam thought, his heart sinking under the weight of the scene before him.

But uv1 remained unmoved, his expression calm and unwavering. His smile never faded, as though he had meticulously planned every moment leading to this one.

He stood there, defiant and resolute, his eyes glowing brighter with each passing second.

Pratham’s body tensed as he took in his son’s chilling demeanor. He couldn’t reconcile this cold, calculating figure with the child he had once raised.

In his heart, a storm of emotions raged—regret, anger, and sorrow intertwining as he faced the painful truth.

Adam, watching from the shadows of his memory fragment, could feel the tension rising to a breaking point. His voice, inaudible to the living, echoed in his mind: Why, uv1? What have you become?

The Chapter ended with uv1 standing firm, his soldiers at the ready, and the crowd paralyzed by fear. The first shot had been fired, and the fragile peace of the dimensional plane now hung by a thread.

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