Mage Adam

Adam uploaded the data packet with intelligence to the Mage Network. Before he could get any feedback, the connection cut off.

The Devourer went completely mad.

He suddenly flipped over, and the black-gray patterns on the surface of Titania's Origin began to spin, with gray matter flowing out.

Unlike before, it now looked like it existed in two-dimensional space. It cut off the saber light fast, filled the gaps in the crystal barrier system, and destroyed the threads Adam had sent out.

Adam had traveled to other planes many times before, but this was the first time his threads were destroyed.

The gray energy, like a persistent parasite, rushed towards Adam's body along the saber light. 

It was too fast; Adam was hit before he could react.

The 36 lords' interception was useless.

Luckily, Adam had Mage Armor.

This powerful magic was created by the Greatest Arcmage, Prometheus. It protected Adam's soul at the critical moment, blocking the gray energy for an instant.

But it soon shattered.

Adam groaned and instantly entered his overclocked state. The energy absorption of the thirty-six circuits suddenly increased tenfold. The lords knew the situation was urgent, so they increased their output without holding back.

In the overclocked state, Adam's computing power went beyond its limit.

He inscribed Mage Armor runes in each energy cloud. Then, he roughly combined countless Mage Armors. He could no longer worry about whether they could work together; he could only summon as many protections as possible.

The gray energy destroyed layer after layer of Mage Armor but was repeatedly blocked by the magnetic field and magic.

Steam rose from Adam's body as he struggled to maintain the balance between construction and destruction.

Each second felt like forever.

In the overclocked state, the flow of time seemed to slow down. Due to Adam's high tension, this speed decreased even more.

The 36 lords' Original Flames dimmed quickly---they were about to give out.

"Use the Ace Card."

"We can't hold on."

Titan God's brief voice sounded very long to Adam. He had to collect each syllable and arrange them to form sentences, which felt like...

"Inconsistent!"

After raising the overclocking level another notch, he found a way to deal with the gray energy: making Mage Armor discontinuous, turning the gray energy entering it into countless broken gray lines to spread out its power.

Adam had no knowledge of quantum mechanics, nor could he understand it now. However, he knew higher mathematics, and it had contents about discontinuous equations:

"If ( fx) is a function with real numbers as its domain and range, and if for each ( x ), there exists ( > 0 ), such that for each ( δ > 0 ), there is a ( y ) that satisfies the following, then ( fx) is a nowhere continuous function: ( 0 < x - y< ) and (fx- fy≥ϵ)."

"I need to change the telekinesis meditation algorithm."

"Building and writing it myself is too hard, and there's not enough time."

"I need an example!"

Steam rose from Adam's head.

"The Dirichlet function!"

Instantly, his thoughts synchronized with his mind. He established a model and began to modify the rune group. The old Mage Armors rushed to the front, trying their best to block the gray energy. The new Mage Armors were built in a way that conventional thinking couldn't understand, then filled in the gaps.

Adam's surroundings were divided into countless parts. The light of the Flames from the lords remained in each part. Visually, it seemed Adam no longer existed, but in fact, he existed in every position.

The gray energy was the same.

Chunks of Mage Armor were polluted and shattered. In this process, the gray energy was broken down bit by bit, piece by piece, residing in countless Mage Armors.

The space and folds around Adam were filled with gray specks like dust.

He raised his right hand and clenched his fist tightly.

Continuous explosions began, with Mage Armors and the gray energy within them shattering one after another.

Flames burst from Adam's head, burning all his hair.

The giant Devourer in the Origin quieted down. His cold eyes were filled with deep cruelty as he closed them.

The Vital Generator of the Titan God shut down, so the lords had no extra energy to maintain their output. After stepping out of the Vital Generator, they couldn't even keep their projected forms. One by one, they fell to the ground, burning weakly.

No one spoke. Although Adam had been the one to directly resist the gray energy, those connected to him also shared the fear brought by the attack.

They began to doubt if they really had the ability to resist the Devourer.

Adam felt tired and empty. He leaned heavily against the wall, gasping for breath. He felt unable to speak at the moment.

A deathly silence spread.

Adam took a portion of the few remaining ether crystals and distributed them to the lords, while he absorbed some to replenish his energy.

After a long time, he finally had the chance to touch his own head. The slippery feeling was strange to him, so he quickly stimulated his body's metabolism, growing a head of short, black hair.

Adam didn't comfort the Titans or boost their morale. He simply said softly, "A war is upon us. The Devourer can't directly vent his anger on us for now, but the ordinary Metal Eaters won't spare us."

"Did what you were doing succeed?" Lord Fast asked.

"I've uploaded my support request, but the Devourer cut off my connection with the Tower. I can't receive real-time updates. All we can do now is wait and pray that the Devourer can't completely invade the Origin within three years."

...

In the Mage World, at the Fifth Tower...

Explorers, while on missions, have permissions higher than their own rank. Adam's application for the highest priority channel was even upgraded an extra level. The duty mage at the Plane Exploration Department's intelligence center hadn't had time to decode the data packet before it disappeared before his eyes along another channel.

They exchanged glances and then whispered among themselves.

"Transcendent level intelligence?"

"It seems a powerful plane has been discovered!"

"It might be a plane with the potential to become a civilization."

"I wonder if it's a friend or foe."

The data packet was delivered to a high-level transdimensional mage in the Tower's upper echelons. He first saw Adam's rank, and then the content caught his attention: the Original Flames, metallic lifeforms, Great Archmage level Titans---these were indeed startling. When he read about the "possible existence of Dilus," his expression became serious.

This transdimensional mage didn't dare delay. He immediately used his authority to transmit the intelligence and coordinates to a higher authority. If this information was true, it was beyond the capability of a few transdimensional mages to handle.

"George Wilde, requesting connection to the Tower's War Command."

"I have received intelligence about the ancient enemy of mages, the Dilus race."

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