All Chapters of Zero Logic: The Hunter Gambits: Chapter 121
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Chapter 121. Wheel of Fate
SHLK! The tip of the Glitch Blade buried in The Overseer’s chest let out a vicious hiss, like raw meat thrown onto a blazing-hot pan. Purple-black data veins spread from the blade, trying to poison the molten golden core inside the Gear Titan’s chest cavity. But The Overseer was no low-level enemy. He was the manifestation of The Grand Equation. “YOU THINK THIS IS ENOUGH TO ERASE ME?!” The Overseer’s voice exploded from the hundreds of steam vents across his back. The golden core in his chest suddenly began boiling. The temperature around Oliver’s sword skyrocketed into the thousands of degrees Celsius. Pure radiation from cosmic calculations burst outward, striking Oliver point-blank. BLAAAAAM! “Ugh, bastard!” Oliver was blasted backward. His grip on the Glitch Blade broke loose. He flew through the air, smashed into fragments of suspended glass flooring, then rolled hard across the surface. His ribs cracked loudly, reminding him that his biolo
Chapter 122. Probability Sabotage
Three seconds before the gigantic gears screamed and this mechanical world stopped breathing, Oliver Warner committed the most forbidden act a professional Dealer could make. He closed his eyes. Around him, Apex Tower was descending into apocalypse. The chainsaw arm of Titan Overseer roared inches from Oliver’s face, radiating heat hot enough to scorch the tips of his bangs. Behind the golden monster, the gigantic pendulum of The Grand Equation swung wildly, driving thousands of massive brass gears at insane speed, 1,000 RPM. The wind generated by the spinning machinery was strong enough to strip flesh from bone. “YOU CANNOT ESCAPE ANY LONGER, ANOMALY!” roared The Overseer. His synthesized voice overlapped itself, echoing from the hundreds of steam vents across his back. “MY CALCULATIONS ARE ABSOLUTE! YOUR DEATH IS A MATHEMATICAL FACT!” Oliver stood on the shattered glass floor. His left leg trembled, his right shoulder was ruined, and silver blood continued drippi
Chapter 123. The Collapse of Time
Time normally flows like a river. Straight. Constant. You can't reverse the current, and you can't skip past the rapids. But the moment that Joker card pierced the giant Pendulum gear of The Grand Equation, the river of time in Aethelgard didn't just stop. It vomited. The silver drop of blood that had just fallen from Oliver's chin suddenly froze in midair. Then it shot back upward, slipping into the pores of his skin. A second later, it burst sideways at a ninety-degree angle that violated every law of physics before finally shattering into pixels. "Hah..." Oliver gasped, feeling the oxygen ripped out of his lungs, only to be violently forced back in again. The world was suffering from catastrophic spatial and temporal lag. In front of Oliver, The Overseer was dying. And for a being whose entire existence had been built upon the absolute foundation of cause and effect, experiencing a time paradox was the cruelest form of torture in the universe. "1
Chapter 124. The Key to the World
Gravity was blind. It did not care whether you were a hero, a villain, or just some unlucky dimensional tourist. If you fell from two thousand meters up, you were going to kiss the asphalt at terminal velocity, and your body would turn into meat jam. That was a fact. And Oliver hated facts that could not be changed. "Ver! We're dead! WE'RE DEAD!" Tika's scream exploded beside Oliver's ear, louder than the howling wind tearing through the remains of his shirt. The two of them were free-falling through the sky alongside thousands of tons of bronze debris, giant gears, and shattered glass from the collapsing Apex Tower. Oliver did not scream. His golden eyes narrowed against the wind, scanning downward with the speed of a godlike processor. He was looking for a gap. Far below stretched the border between the glorious Upper City and the slums of the Rust District. Between the two levels ran a massive network of steel suspension cables used to channel steam powe
Chapter 125. A Message from Home
The night in The Rust District had never been this loud. Usually, nights here were filled with the sound of coughing blood, rusty hinges creaking, and muffled sobs kept quiet so they would not attract the patrol Drones. But tonight, those rules had been burned to ashes. A massive bonfire blazed in the center of the district square, built from piles of work schedules, factory uniforms, and the shattered remains of Clockwork Knights the citizens had managed to destroy. Thick smoke rose toward a sky that finally had real stars again. Laughter, off-key singing, and the clinking of tin cups filled the air. They were celebrating. The first celebration of freedom in a hundred years. But Oliver Warner was nowhere among them. He sat on the corrugated metal roof of a shack far from the center of the festivities, his legs dangling over the edge. The cool night wind brushed against his tattered shirt. His right hand, forged from pure golden data, spun a rusted bolt bet
Chapter 126. Hunter of the Arvhitecs
One step. The tip of Oliver’s dirty dress shoe had already touched the edge of Lady Luck’s black-and-gold portal. Warm interdimensional air brushed against his face, carrying promises of a new world and, finally, a road back to Claire. But in a universe ruled by cruel lines of code, happy endings were a myth. Just as Oliver shifted his weight forward to step through... ZRAAAAK! The sound wasn’t like an explosion. It sounded like a gigantic canvas being ripped apart with a dull knife. The black-and-gold portal in front of Oliver suddenly shook violently. Its light flickered wildly, spraying digital sparks in every direction. “What the hell?!” Oliver shouted, instinctively shielding his face with his golden right arm. “Boss! Watch out!” Tika’s voice rang out from below the rooftop. The mechanic girl scrambled back up, panic written across her face. But the warning came too late. CRASH! Lady Luck’s portal shattered apart. The fragments
Chapter 127. Run or Die
SWOOSH! The purple-black blade of the Glitch Blade tore through the air above the rusted rooftop. Tika poured every ounce of strength from her human arm into the swing, driving the corrupted sword straight toward the Vantablack neck of The Eraser. Oliver lay sprawled across the ground, half of his right arm and leg already erased. His eyes widened as he held his breath. He knew the Glitch Blade could destroy any code. If there was one thing capable of hurting this cosmic entity, it had to be that sword. “DIE, YOU SHADOW FREAK!” Tika screamed at the top of her lungs. But The Eraser didn’t dodge. It didn’t block with its white staff. It simply raised its empty left hand, opened its palm, and caught the blade. ZIIIIING... There was no clash of metal. No burst of data sparks. The Eraser’s pitch-black hand gripped the Error sword, and instantly, the Glitch Blade’s violent vibrations died. Completely. “What...?” Tika’s eyes widened
Chapter 128. Blind Jump
Ever imagined what it would feel like to get thrown into a giant blender while the blades were made from the concepts of space and time?If not, ask Oliver Warner.The golden-black dimensional tunnel created by Lady Luck had just shattered apart. The fragments didn’t fall downward, because in this place, there was no such thing as "down." Shards of broken reality spun around Oliver’s body like a microscopic asteroid storm, slicing his skin and tearing apart what remained of his shirt.Oliver floated in the middle of The Void. The space between servers. A sea of raw data where the universe dumped files that failed to render.The colors were nauseating. A mixture of neon purple, highlighter green, and blinking blood-red, flickering at a refresh rate that made his eyes feel ready to burst.But it wasn’t the psychedelic scenery that made Oliver’s heart hammer like it was about to explode.It was the black stain behind him.The Eraser.The Eraser didn’t need portals. It didn’t need tunnels
Chapter 129. Ocean of Darkness
The ocean had its own way of reminding humanity how insignificant they really were. It didn't matter if you were a beggar, a king, or an agent of chaos who had just brought down the order of an entire planet. Once you were thrown into the middle of a bottomless sea, you were nothing more than a lump of flesh waiting for your turn to drown. The massive jaws that had snapped shut above Oliver's head never got the chance to chew him apart. The recoil force from tons of compressed water between those pillar-sized teeth created an underwater shockwave. Oliver was blasted away like a cannonball. His body spun violently inside the dark current, smashing through foam and whirlpools until his lungs felt ready to burst. He reflexively kicked with the ruined stump of his right leg, but there was no propulsion. All he had left was one intact left leg and a right arm made of golden data. "Air... I need air..." Oliver thought in panic. He paddled upward with his golden hand
Chapter 130. The City Inside the Whale
Dark. Cold. And reeking of stomach acid strong enough to melt nose hair. Oliver woke with a violent coughing fit that shook his entire chest cavity. He vomited, spewing liters of salty seawater mixed with thick phosphorescent green fluid. His throat felt like it had been scrubbed raw with rusted wire. "Haaakk... cough... bastard..." Oliver cursed, trying to steady his ragged breathing. He felt around the surface beneath him. Not sand. Not stone. It was soft, rubbery, and warm. The texture felt disturbingly close to industrial carpeting, except it pulsed slowly. Thump... thump... thump... "This is flesh," Oliver whispered, goosebumps racing up his skin. He opened his eyes. The silver glitch in his vision needed several seconds to adjust to the lack of light. But once his sight sharpened, Oliver's jaw nearly dropped. He wasn't at the bottom of the ocean. He wasn't floating in the dark abyss of Thalassa anymore. He was inside a cavern made of meat.