I’m the contracted bride of the billionaire

Chapter 81: Turning the Tide

The lab hummed with fresh vitality as Philip and his colleagues started their next project. The different viewpoint of the other Amelia, who is now a crucial team member, improved their planning meetings. She obtained some helpful information even though her relationship to the multiverse network was less robust than that of the original Amelia’s.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Driven by perseverance and a fleeting chance of seeing Amelia again, they put in endless hours for days and weeks. Philip often found himself staring out the window during breaks, his brain searching for that identifiable presence by means of genuine elements. Dr. arrived at this conclusion in one such epiphany. Chen broke into the room, his eyes blazing. Philosophically, We have it! Snipped from his dream, Philip turned. “What are you asking?” Dr. Chen lay a sequence of complex graphs over the table. “We have been headed entirely off-base. We actually want to settle the actual company, not try to get Amelia kicked out.” Amelia hunched forward, wrinkling her forehead.

“How, then? The network covers many reality and is really broad. “That’s all there is,” Dr. Chen said, his words jumbling out rapidly. “We do not have to concurrently steady the whole network. We merely have to build stable nodes, which are anchor points in vital reality able to support the whole construction. Philip’s chest started to flash hope. And if that is feasible… “then Amelia could possibly migrate away from her job as the only gatekeeper for the company,” Dr. Chen said. Forgetting their earlier tiredness, the team started right away. Working nonstop, they developed the theory and encouraged the creativity expected to produce these multiversal anchor points. As they worked, strange news started to flow from all around the globe.

People talked of strange feelings and quick glances at several real elements leaking through. Initially, the events were isolated and easy to write off. Still, the days proved to be more consecutive, more unique as they wore on. “It’s the organization,” the other Amelia explained one evening, her voice strained. “Once more it is getting unsound. Amelia… she’s fighting to keep some sort of control.” Philip was in terrible pain of anxiety. Their time was running out exactly like it should.

They suddenly had a breakthrough right as hopelessness loomed huge. A young intern right out of college stumbled across a crucial realization while reading historical books on quantum entanglement. “What if we tie the anchor points using quantum entanglement?” She recommended cautiously. “It could set a trap of steadiness across real factors.”

The eyes of Dr. Chen shimmered. clearly! Why not we have thought about that earlier? Fantastic! Their improved arrangement came from recharged force. They began to outline the primary anchor points by combining trend setting innovation with speculative material science that stretched the boundaries of human knowledge.

The cycle was dangerous and taxing. Every effort to find an anchor ran the danger of further destabilizing the already precarious network. Multiple times they had to cancel in order to prevent disastrous results. Still, they began to migrate slowly ahead. Their sense of the texture of reality around them changed subtly as each anchor point settled.

The strange happenings exposed all across the earth started to slow down. Something remarkable happened just during the fifth anchor point’s construction. Philip watched the quantum fluctuations and felt a familiar presence. “Amelia?” he whispered, not thinking for even a moment to trust. For a fleeting minute there was nothing. Then he heard her voice very faintly but precisely. Philip… I sense it. It’s using your current approach. Though he was happy, he exercised cautious. “Can you… could you at any point return?” There was a pause full of longing and uncertainty.

Not sure. The company still has too delicate policies. Still, I feel the weight lifting. Philip, continue. Kindly. Inspired by this interaction, the group worked more deliberately. They set anchor points all around, each strengthening the multiverse network. As Philip and his colleagues labored to stabilize the alien technology that had hitherto seemed incomprehensible, people under alien influence started to break free from their mental constraints.

Based on accounts coming in from resistance organizations all around, humanity was rebounding for the first time since the invasion. First making the connection, Amelia, the other team member, said they were bringing back the natural order of our reality. As they worked to save one person as well as their planet, Philip experienced a tsunami of trust. But as they celebrated their advancement, the aliens launched a furious counteroffensive with an eye on the anchor sites, well aware of their importance. This provided another challenge.

The squad ended up fighting two fronts: one to protect the ones they had deliberately put out and another to finalize the organization of anchor points. Philip made a startling revelation during one of such battles. Fighting to protect an anchor point in the heart of New York City, he naturally connected with the multiversal network to easily fend off the alien attackers. Inspired by this change of events, he shared his knowledge with the group, learning how to tame this new power from the very network they were trying to offset. As more people moved to their connection with the multiverse network, therefore joining the fight against the outsider trespassers, the tide of the combat started to turn absolutely in favor of mankind.

As the last anchor point neared completion-so near to their goal and Amelia’s return-Philip sensed a mounting excitement. As the day of activation drew near, tension mounted; Philip settled in at the main console. He inhaled fully and began the enactment group, creating a harmonic trap of quantum snare over real-world events. Having been lost to the company, Amelia grabbed to Philip and tears flowed freely as the rest of the group applauded. Still, Philip started to notice a niggling doubt when the outsiders launched a massive attack on all the anchor focuses constantly.

Amelia indicated they were trying to damage the anchor points as well as the network overall. Philip felt as though the circumstances rested on him. They have come so far and overcome so much. They couldn’t lose right now. Looking from Amelia to the rest of the group, he said, “Can we do anything?” Amelia’s face grew stern with resolve. “We fight”. But not just anywhere here. She looked around to talk. “The company is not only a construct. It is the link between all of our incarnations and realities. We wish to inspire every performance of mankind in every world. Our best chance of winning is this.” The extent of her proposition shocked everyone.

Engage in conflict between several realities? It seemed unacceptable. But Philip realized they had no option as he surveyed the room at his team’s resolute expressions and the woman he had laboriously brought back. They had begun battling to rescue just one life. Right now they were fighting to rescue everything. Philip squared his shoulders to meet Amelia.

Calmly, “Alright,” he said, despite the terror coursed through his body. “How can one accomplish this?” As Amelia seized the organizational power, her eyes gleamed with a dazzling brightness. “We connect,” she remarked with a strong voice. “We call to each of our several selves in every reality. We show them what is under question. When she reached out her hands, everyone in the room automatically gathered around to create a circle. Stronger than anything Philip had ever experienced, he sensed an energy explosion.

Each closed their eyes and ran their fingertips over the expanse of the multiverse. Philip felt his consciousness go out to countless versions of his group, of himself, of mankind. At that point of contact, he discovered the true nature of their conflict. It went beyond their reality or world in general.

It concerned the physical texture of presence itself. Philip sent an invitation to fight that resonated in many spheres as the external powers closed in and reality itself trembled near the very brink of breakdown. The struggle for the multiverse was under way.