Chaos Time 소설 & 이야기

Valen narrowed his eyes at her, exasperation glimmering in their depths. “When time is reversed, errors and accidents occur in the chronology of events. It creates anomalies of natural disasters, time loops and what we call 'unpredictables.' It shifts the balance of everything out of order. You gave the mighty Cronus extra work.” She elaborated as a just cause for the game without raising her voice to his level. “Even so, this is ridiculous. Stop this gambling with our lives.” Valen debated, standing up for us.

David demanded. And before their eyes, the tower was being built from the ground up. next to Niklaus's tower. Kie watched in amazement. "It's called ChronoMorph Technology (CMT). It got Its name from its abilities, a combination of "Chronos" (time) and "morph" (shape), reflecting its time-traveling and shape-shifting capabilities." My Father explained to Kie. "She can also time travel, yes, but that is tricky and that is what 'The Order is after. One wrong move with time and it will affect everyone say your mother was killed before you were born instead of after, you would have never met Rea, She would have never become Niklaus's Queen, and never found Atlantis. Bella, Abigail, and Oliver w

It was when his phone rang and the most irritating person’s name flashed on the screen. Viso accepted the call without thinking. "I want you to meet me there in an hour. Let's have the jams of our lives, Bonkers. I'm coming with my new brand bitch," Evan sang from the other side while Viso glanced at the wall clock to check time. It was 9 Pm.

I honestly didn't know what to say to that, because he wasn't wrong, but at the same time, it was such a bleak outlook on things that I wanted to say that he was wrong. "So that's why you're here, trying to find a cure for the corruption, right? To change things for the better?" "I want to find the cure, yes, but I can't promise that anything will change if I do. There will always be wrong in the world, there will always be corrupt rulers, and just because it may or may not fix one problem doesn't mean it will change everything. We don't know if the people who are left are too far gone for help, their minds are just as damaged by the corruption as their bodies are, and we don't know that it'

Zia Stephanie's POV I felt like time begun to lose its meaning. The passage of time felt like it was heavenly distorted where space time worked into different scale on the other dimension. What should only be a few minutes seemed like I had endured dew hours and what might feel like small width of time could be extensive.

He took his chip and looked in sorrow. “We can’t able to stop him. He's going on time. Now what will happen?” I asked Chris hopelessly. “Everything’s going to change. We will go backwards in time. It’s not the time machine you have seen in tv shows. It has far worse consequences. We all will be late 18th century or 19th century. The worst part is no one will remember anyone." “Unbelievable. how can I forget you and Maddy, Alex?"

Hello everyone :)... I want to kindly apologise for delayed update. I was supposed to update in every 2 days but something came up so I am uploading today... Sorry💛💙 ★———————————————★ Sam's POV* It is so cold here? Where I am? I feel I am drowning deep…. I can’t see anything. It is so dark here… I want to get out from here but I can’t move my hand and lags feels like I am paralyzed…

Zi Mo looked inside the chaos and muttered, "Young man, I've told you not to do anything stupid. This time, you have to make your own luck..." This chaos had come up suddenly 18 years ago, no one could ever get close to it, nor was there anyone who knew where its edge was, but the Elders guessed that there had to be some mystic domain out there, right inside of the chaos. The chaos was completely sealed up in two hours, now the place was just woods looking from the outside. In this circumstance, some Elders of the Immortals' League declared that this place would be closed for three days. Naturally, this announcement caused a lot of whining from the disciples.

Soon his table spawned a landscape of leather bounds and scrolls as he feverishly worked through his dilemma. It seemed as though he raced the day. The sun had changed positions in the sky, letting him know his time was running out. He felt the weight of it bearing down on him. Time was a killer of peace when chaos approached with the speed of an oncoming storm. “No!” he yelled.

It fights for *chaos*. It tears through the fleet, ships crumpling like paper, but its rampage carves canyons into the earth, destabilizing the Wastes. Reality itself peels back, revealing the void beneath. Ravel's clan flees, but Veyra stands her ground. "We have to stop it!" "How?" I shout over the storm. She grips the vial of liquid time. "Use this. Go back. Fix it." The static rebels. *No more resets. No more loops.*