stjorthotic Chapter 535 Fitran’s Body Dismantling by Gear Faith
Chapter 535 Fitran’s Body Dismantling by Gear Faith
Chapter 535 - 535 Fitran's Body Dismantling by Gear FaithAfter defeating He Who Reflects Logic and releasing the First Shadow of Beelzebub, the world seemed silent. However, deep within Narthrador, a wheel older than will began to turn.
In the silence that enveloped the world, the resonance of those ancient wheels echoed, carrying a message that could only be understood by those willing to listen. A soft voice, like the whisper of wind between the cracks of time, seeped into the souls of the brave. In the haunting darkness of Narthrador, there were lessons to be studied and secrets waiting to be uncovered.
An entity that did not like Fitran's victory. Not out of hatred. But because she did not believe that meaning could endure without a body.
In a distant corner, microscopic shadows examined every word spoken, waiting for the moment to express dissatisfaction with an existence that lacked foundation. She was a manifestation of the desire to uphold order: everything must have its place in an unbroken system. Here, Fitran's presence became problematic, stirring questions that had long been buried in emptiness.
Her name: Gear Faith.
One of the seven wheels of absolute belief—designed to dismantle anything that lacks functional basis.
Like a reminder of the brilliance and bitterness of civilization, Gear Faith stood as a committee at the intersection of existence and helplessness. She was a reminder that without a foundation, even the strongest would easily collapse. With each rotation, she created laws capable of piercing the veil of reality, revealing the illusions placed by careless hands.
Location: The Deepest Floor of Deus
There was no light, only the echoes of tens of thousands of small gears spinning aimlessly.
In the midst of darkness, the gears danced, creating a strange yet captivating symphony that stirred curiosity in those brave enough to approach. Each sound was a clue, each beat signifying that behind this uncertainty, there was a higher scheme—something waiting to be woven with courage and intelligence. The echoes that penetrated space and time were the fine threads connecting all existence.
The walls were made of failed memories: unexecuted codes, canceled magic scripts, and the heart of a machine beating alone.
Among the fragments of these memories, there was a story made of weaknesses and branches of wrong choices. Every crack in the wall was a reminder of the futile quest for perfection. Gear Faith observed, recorded, and was ready to react—becoming the hand that stripped away all unworthy arrogance.
At its center stood Gear Faith, a living mechanical altar:
shaped like a human heart, yet each beat turned hundreds of small gears, creating one law: "That which lacks a foundation must be dismantled."
There, at this sacred altar, a space opened for trials and sacrifices. The struggle between human and mechanical unfolded, as if each heartbeat called Fitran's consciousness to face a purpose greater than mere existence.
And before that altar, Fitran appeared.
He was not summoned. He was not invited. Yet his presence activated all laws.
Before Gear Faith, he felt a shift in energy, a pull that challenged his presence. All the eyes of the gears were upon him, assessing not only his presence but also the significance behind his very being. With each interrupted heartbeat, a great challenge awaited, and Fitran realized that he was not merely a subject, but an entity that had to face the judgment of laws that could not be comprehended.
"You are not a system." "You are not a deviation." "You are a form without foundation." "Therefore, your body will be dismantled. And your meaning... tested."
Fitran did not resist. He simply stood still, opening his palms.
"If my body must vanish... then let meaning remain."
Procedural Activation: Gear Faith Dismantling Protocol In the peaceful silence, as if time spun in slow motion, a flow of energy enveloped Fitran. In Narthrador, where logic and mysticism blended in unexpected harmony, Gear Faith functioned not only as a mechanism but also as a guardian of the fabric of existence.
Gear Faith did not kill. She unraveled existence—not from the outside in, but from meaning to physicality. Raining white dew sparkled around them, each droplet seemingly carrying the essence of the deepest questions. "What does it truly mean to be alive if all we know unravels?" A whisper echoed in the silence, awakening an unanswered curiosity.
She began by removing the parts of the body that were most inconsistent with function. Amid this process, a soft sound like the hiss of wind was heard, directing Fitran's attention to the energetic ripples that formed faint images of memories and hopes that had vanished. In the silence, a deeply profound atmosphere of darkness was revealed, quiet yet full of suffering.
Dismantling Sequence:
Fitran's voice:
unraveled because it bore no command.
Fitran's hands:
were removed because they created or destroyed nothing.
Fitran's heart:
was suspended because it beat out of rhythm. One beat and one void, opposing each other in a broken journey. Each pulse was a reminder of unfulfilled desires, while Gear Faith contemplated every remaining frequency, comparing meaning with emptiness.
Fitran's brain:
was turned inside out,