MTLNOVEL Chapter 452: An Almost Unbreakable Despair
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As the near-infinite High-Dimensional Data continued to gather, the humanoid figure of The White Tower became more and more tangible.
Though this was not The White Tower's true form, this ethereal projection still represented a fraction of the overwhelming power it commanded.
And even this fraction alone was enough to bring about total annihilation.
At the very moment The White Tower's apparition fully solidified, all buildings surrounding Valley City's grand gymnasium were instantly converted into High-Dimensional Data.
These data streams emitted an eerie blue glow, rapidly spreading outward in all directions.
Any structure caught in their expansion was swiftly assimilated, reduced to pure High-Dimensional Data.
Above the humanoid figure of The White Tower, a massive rift tore open in the sky.
From within that abyss, an unending swarm of mechanical monsters poured into the world.
This rift was not merely a hole—it was a wormhole constructed entirely from High-Dimensional Data.
It served as a direct link between the real world and the Tower of Exile.
From the depths of the Tower of Exile, one after another, the creatures under The White Tower's direct control began flooding into reality.
At this point, Valley City was beyond salvation.
The vast majority of its civilians had already been transformed into mechanical monsters by the relentless spread of High-Dimensional Data.
Only those who had hidden in the city's underground bunkers or within its secret defensive fortresses had managed to escape the transformation.
But even for them, survival was merely a temporary reprieve.
Even after Jeremy and Major Joseph had quickly retreated to the secure safehouse beneath City Hall, they were far from being out of danger.
Joseph's face was contorted with rage as he turned on Jeremy, his voice thundering with fury.
"Why did you forcefully drag me away from the battlefield?!
Even if I have to die, I would rather die fighting to protect Valley City!
Did you bring me here just so I could die like a coward instead?!"
Joseph was seething with resentment.
He was enraged by Jeremy's decision.
Even though he had already lost all hope of saving Valley City, he had never intended to run.
If there was no future left, then he would choose to die on the battlefield.
Because for Major Joseph, dying in combat was the only honorable ending.
Jeremy listened to Joseph's outburst in complete silence.
Then, with an eerily calm expression, he simply responded with a question.
"Isn't what you're doing also an act of cowardice?
Our goal is to save Valley City, not throw our lives away in some pointless sacrifice!
Staying in the gymnasium would have been nothing more than a death sentence!
I didn't bring you here to run away—I brought you here because I want us to find a way to save Valley City together!"
Jeremy's tone was calm, yet the weight of his words struck with overwhelming force.
Major Joseph's expression shifted from anger to anguish.
Then, suddenly, he broke down in tears.
"Can we even save Valley City?
The situation we're facing is beyond hopeless!
I don't even know what exactly has descended upon the city, but whatever it is… its power is beyond comprehension.
We have no way of defeating it!
It's not just us—even if the entire combined force of the Federation were gathered here, we still wouldn't stand a chance!"
Joseph had never encountered an Apocalypse Game Architect before.
But now that a mere fragment of such an entity had projected itself into reality, its mere presence was enough to drive most people into utter terror and despair.
Jeremy remained silent.
He simply waited, giving Joseph a moment to release his emotions.
Once Joseph's sobs had subsided, Jeremy finally spoke, his voice measured yet unwavering.
"The entity that has descended upon Valley City is an Apocalypse Game Architect.
This may not be its true form, but even a single fragment of an Architect wields immense power.
We cannot defeat it—there is no denying that.
But our allies might be able to.
Because we have allies who possess power equal to that of an Apocalypse Game Architect."
Jeremy's words carried absolute conviction.
His unwavering confidence left Joseph momentarily stunned, his mind struggling to process what he had just heard.
At the same time, however, that conviction ignited a faint spark of hope within him.
"Are you sure?" Joseph asked hesitantly, his voice a mix of skepticism and desperation.
"If you really have such an ally, why didn't you tell me before?
If you had called on them earlier, Valley City's crisis would have already been resolved!"
There was an unmistakable note of frustration in Joseph's voice.
Jeremy let out a helpless sigh.
"I didn't know Valley City's crisis would be this catastrophic beforehand.
Under normal circumstances, I can't just summon my strongest ally at will.
After all, my most powerful ally has his own critical matters to deal with."
"Then can you call him now?" Major Joseph asked urgently.
Jeremy nodded.
"He will come to help us—because if the real world is completely destroyed, his plans will also fail."
The ally Jeremy referred to—the one nearly as powerful as an Apocalypse Game Architect—was, of course, The World.
Jeremy had no idea if The World was available, but at this point, he had no other choice.
The situation was exactly as Joseph had described—utterly hopeless.
Without The World's intervention, there was almost no way for Jeremy to overcome this crisis.
Without hesitation, Jeremy closed his eyes and began chanting an incantation under his breath.
The spell immediately linked his consciousness with The World's awareness.
"Can you hear me? I'm in Valley City!
I'm facing a catastrophic crisis—The White Tower has projected its power into reality.
If you don't help me now, The White Tower could bring about the complete destruction of the real world!"
Jeremy wasted no time explaining his dire circumstances.
But there was no immediate response.
Several seconds of silence passed.
Then, finally, The World's voice echoed in his mind.
"I can't provide immediate assistance.
But I can give you some advice."
Jeremy felt a wave of disappointment wash over him.
He had hoped for direct intervention—but instead, he was getting guidance.
"The White Tower is an Apocalypse Game Architect that represents wisdom.
And because of that, its weakness is very clear.
All of its attacks rely on its vast computational power.
If you can find a way to limit The White Tower's ability to process information, it won't be able to unleash its full strength.
As time passes, the connection between The White Tower and the real world will become increasingly unstable.
Before long, it won't be able to maintain its projection here at all.
When that happens, the crisis you're facing will resolve itself."
"I didn't know Valley City's crisis would be this catastrophic beforehand.
Under normal circumstances, I can't just summon my strongest ally at will.
After all, my most powerful ally has his own critical matters to deal with."
"Then can you call him now?" Major Joseph asked urgently.
Jeremy nodded.
"He will come to help us—because if the real world is completely destroyed, his plans will also fail."
The ally Jeremy referred to—the one nearly as powerful as an Apocalypse Game Architect—was, of course, The World.
Jeremy had no idea if The World was available, but at this point, he had no other choice.
The situation was exactly as Joseph had described—utterly hopeless.
Without The World's intervention, there was almost no way for Jeremy to overcome this crisis.
Without hesitation, Jeremy closed his eyes and began chanting an incantation under his breath.
The spell immediately linked his consciousness with The World's awareness.
"Can you hear me? I'm in Valley City!
I'm facing a catastrophic crisis—The White Tower has projected its power into reality.
If you don't help me now, The White Tower could bring about the complete destruction of the real world!"
Jeremy wasted no time explaining his dire circumstances.
But there was no immediate response.
Several seconds of silence passed.
Then, finally, The World's voice echoed in his mind.
"I can't provide immediate assistance.
But I can give you some advice."
Jeremy felt a wave of disappointment wash over him.
He had hoped for direct intervention—but instead, he was getting guidance.
"The White Tower is an Apocalypse Game Architect that represents wisdom.
And because of that, its weakness is very clear.
All of its attacks rely on its vast computational power.
If you can find a way to limit The White Tower's ability to process information, it won't be able to unleash its full strength.
As time passes, the connection between The White Tower and the real world will become increasingly unstable.
Before long, it won't be able to maintain its projection here at all.
When that happens, the crisis you're facing will resolve itself."
Although they had Ritchie's assistance and the protective wards of City Hall to aid them, these defenses were nothing more than a drop in the ocean against the overwhelming power they faced.
Jeremy had already steeled himself for a battle to the death.
Major Joseph clenched his teeth, his jaw tightening with grim determination.
Both of them stood their ground, waiting for the arrival of their most formidable enemy.
Meanwhile, inside City Hall's secure bunker, the government officials who had taken refuge still had no clear understanding of the situation.
But even without knowing the full extent of the crisis, they could feel the overwhelming terror pressing down on them.
At this point, all they could do was pray—that Jeremy's plan would succeed.
Because only then would they have any hope of survival.