The Military Princess Won’t Fall in Love with a Magic Scientist

Chapter 227. Future Sight

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Each ray of light was a solidified law. It did not merely lock down movement—it also severed the exchange of mana between the inside and the outside.

“Starting with a forbidden spell? I’d say that’s a respectable amount of regard.”

Logaris did not chant any lengthy incantation. At the very instant the radiant prison began to close, his fingertip traced a twisted dark-red rune through the void at blinding speed.

“Mana Disintegration · Chaos Variant.”

Snap.

With that crisp snap of his fingers, the rune instantly collapsed and broke apart into countless “chaos factors” too fine for the naked eye to perceive. Like a swarm of ravenous mana-devouring ants, they burrowed madly into the structure of 【Lock of the Firmament】, seeking out the nodes of mana flow and detonating themselves in suicidal bursts.

Crack.

The originally indestructible silver net let out a mournful cry. It was the sound of order being corroded by chaos. In that instant, a fatal logical paradox appeared within the flawless closed loop of its laws, and the entire construct collapsed into scattered primordial aether.

“A decent spellwork,” Maxim said, her pitch-black eyes flickering faintly. “Your approach is acceptable.”

Before her words had even fully fallen, the spirit-form floating in the distance vanished like a smear of ink being wiped from existence.

In the next instant, a suffocating chill pressed directly against the back of Logaris’s neck.

Too fast!

Logaris’s pupils contracted sharply. His combat instincts gave him no time to turn around, and he responded with an instant-cast 【Thunder Judgment】 backhanded behind him.

Bzzzt!

The violent azure lightning plasma tore through the void behind him, only to pass through it like a wave rippling through an illusion.

An afterimage?

No.

A fierce sense of danger stabbed into the back of Logaris’s skull. He instinctively tilted his head to the right while simultaneously activating the three layers of shield preloaded into his robes.

Bang!

A pale, slender hand, wrapped in a gray-white halo capable of annihilating matter itself, pierced through all three layers of shielding without the slightest resistance and halted exactly where his head had been a moment earlier.

Had that strike landed, what would have shattered would not merely have been the shields, but the flame of his soul itself.

“Not bad reflexes. Those aren’t the reactions of a normal sixth-tier mage.”

Maxim’s voice drifted eerily from behind him.

Logaris did not answer. He spun and swept a vicious leg strike through the air, the whip-like kick carrying a vacuum blade with it—but once again, it hit nothing.

The next three minutes turned into Logaris’s own personal day of suffering.

No matter what spellwork he used, the result was the same. His instant-cast 【Sunflame Curse】 was extinguished half a second in advance. The moment he laid down the delayed 【Black Ice Coffin】, its mana supply was severed. Even his exceedingly well-concealed 【Mental Blast】 was casually reflected back at him by Maxim with a single 【Mind Prism】, leaving his own nose bleeding from the backlash.

It was as if she were directing the entire battle while holding the script in her hand.

Boom!

Another muffled impact rang out.

Logaris was blasted backward, skidding dozens of meters across the silver surface before he finally came to a stop.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared at the woman in the distance, whose clothes were still completely unruffled.

The emotions in his heart gradually became rather complicated.

“Something’s wrong.”

Logaris rapidly reviewed everything in his mind.

“It’s too smooth. A casting rhythm like this can’t be explained by fast reaction speed alone.”

Every dodge landed exactly in his visual blind spot. Every spell counter happened to perfectly suppress his attribute. Even the openings he had deliberately feigned were ignored, while she struck directly at the true weak points in his defense.

The most absurd part was that several times, Logaris had improvised on the spot, completely abandoning the textbook casting habits he had always used before. He had even deliberately used the wrong opening gestures to bait her into a mistake.

And the result?

Maxim ignored the opening gestures entirely. In the instant before his real spell could fully take shape, she already had the counterspell prepared.

It felt as if he were fighting himself from a few seconds in the future.

“Reading memories…” Logaris narrowed his eyes and stared at the woman floating in the distance like a goddess, forming a preliminary conclusion in his mind.

Since the earlier illusion had been built from his past, then as the ruler of this space, she must have already leafed through the records of his life. That would explain why she understood the underlying logic of his spellwork, his casting habits, and even the weak points in his personality so thoroughly.

But that still did not explain everything.

Memories were dead. A battle was alive. There was no way the random variables of a live fight could be unraveled through rote knowledge alone.

Unless…

A thought suddenly flashed through Logaris’s mind—the highest realm of Divination Spellwork that his former mentor, Seles, had once mentioned.

—【All-Knowing Eye · Future Sight】.

To observe the flow of the river of time, lock onto the moment that was destined to occur among countless branching possibilities, and thus know in advance and remain forever undefeated.

His opponent was a legendary mage. It was hardly strange for her to possess such an ability.

“So that’s it.” Logaris wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze growing ever colder. “You can even see the future? No wonder you’re the lunatic who nearly destroyed the world.”

Maxim did not deny it.

She merely floated there in silence, those black-hole eyes reflecting Logaris’s battered state as though she were watching an ant trying to leap out of a glass bottle.

“So what if you’ve seen through it? It changes nothing,” Maxim said flatly. “Understanding the gap is part of despair.”

Logaris took a deep breath. The mana in his palm began collapsing into an extremely unstable state, producing a shrill buzzing sound. If single-target spells could be predicted, then he would use a saturated field-wide bombardment and make the future itself impossible to evade.

Ultra-Long-Range Positioning Spell!

Hundreds of blue points of light instantly ignited at the spatial nodes around Maxim, surrounding her completely like a brilliant yet deadly river of stars.

“Aether Disintegration · Corona!”

BOOM—!!!

A blinding white light swallowed the entire space in an instant. Terrifying heat and shockwaves rampaged outward, evaporating even a large section of the silver surface into nothingness.

And yet there was not the slightest trace of joy on Logaris’s face.

The smoke dispersed.

Maxim was still standing where she had been.

Around her floated twelve regular hexagonal shields of light. At profoundly bizarre angles, those shields continuously deflected, redirecting the shockwaves and heat with perfect precision into the empty space around her.

Maxim offered a calm assessment. “Good power, but still not enough.”

She lightly stamped her foot.

“Let me show you what a true spell really is. What the weight of truth really means.”

Hummmm—

A scalp-prickling wave spread outward.

The mirror-like silver surface beneath Maxim’s feet instantly began to boil. Countless intricate alchemical formation patterns—so precise and complex that a single glance at them was enough to drive the mind mad—spread outward from her as the center.

In the blink of an eye, the entire space had been drawn into the scope of the transmutation array.

【All-Creation Transmutation · Return to Dust】.

This was the ultimate profundity of Bio-Alchemy, and the most notorious battlefield-clearing divine technique of Mad King Maxim in her day.

At the microscopic level, it forcibly rewrote the structure of matter. Air, light, mana—within the area covered by the formation, everything orderly was silently disintegrating, forcibly reduced to the most primitive and lifeless particles.

There was no explosion. No firelight.

Only deathly silence, and the advancing gray line of death.

Before the shadow of death could even brush his skin, Logaris’s keen spiritual perception had already begun shrieking in warning—under normal circumstances, any magical shield or physical defense would be as fragile as paper before this move.

This was erased at the level of laws.

“Take your laughable humanity and ignorance, and return to dust.”

Maxim’s voice was full of contempt.

Boom—!

Just as that gray line of death gradually approached—

A surge of black-red flames suddenly erupted from within Logaris’s body, carrying with it the dense stench of sulfur and the abyssal chill of infernal mana. With tyrannical force, that power severed the surrounding spatial links and formed an absolutely chaotic spatial barrier, forcibly blocking the alchemical spellwork that could decompose all things outside his body.

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