MY HIDDEN TALENT IS FORBIDDEN BY THE HEAVENS-Chapter 250: The First Divide

Chapter 250 — The First Divide

It didn’t happen suddenly. There was no moment where everything stopped and changed. No visible fracture across the sky. No signal that told people—This is where things split. But the divide formed anyway. Quietly. In choices.

In the eastern city—The broken wall still stood. Uneven. Unstable. Untouched. Not because it couldn’t be fixed. Not because it had to remain that way. But because people disagreed.

"...We’re wasting time." The voice came sharp. Impatient. A man stepped forward. Not one of the original group. Different. "...We already know what works."

He placed his hand on the stone. For a moment—Nothing happened. Then—The surface shifted. Subtle. Barely visible. But enough. The cracks tightened. The edges aligned. Stability returned. Not fully. But enough.

A few people stepped back. "...You’re letting it decide again." The accusation came immediately. The man didn’t look at them. "...I’m letting it help." "That’s the same thing." "No." He finally turned. "...It’s not."

Silence followed. Because the difference—Wasn’t clear anymore. "...People got hurt." He continued. "...Structures collapsed." "...You think refusing it fixes that?" No one answered. Because it didn’t. But neither did the alternative.

Another voice spoke. "...And when it stops helping again?" The man didn’t hesitate. "...Then we deal with it." "...Like before?" A pause. "...Better than before." The words settled. Not as certainty. As belief. And belief—Was enough.

On the other side—The original group didn’t move. Didn’t intervene. They watched. Because this wasn’t resistance anymore. It was division.

Elsewhere—The same pattern emerged. Not identical. But similar. In another settlement—A group reinforced a structure manually. Deliberately uneven. Intentionally unpredictable. Another group—Across the same street—Allowed adjustments. Subtle. Guided. Both stood. For now.

"...Why are we making this harder?" One asked. "...Why are you making it easier?" Another replied. "...Because it works." "...Because it controls." The argument didn’t escalate. It didn’t need to. Because neither side—Could convince the other.

Back in the valley—Long Hao stood still. Watching nothing. Feeling everything. The change wasn’t sudden. But it was clear. "...They’ve split."

Longyu’s form flickered. Weaker than before. More unstable. "...Yes." A pause. "...It was inevitable." Long Hao didn’t respond. Because inevitability—Didn’t make it easier.

"...Which side wins?" Longyu asked it quietly. Not as a question. As a thought. Long Hao’s gaze lifted slightly. "...Neither." Silence. "...Then what happens?" "...They force each other to change."

The answer wasn’t hopeful. But it was true. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Far above—The fragment shifted. Not aggressively. Not forcefully. Precisely. Its influence narrowed. Focused. Selective. Where it was accepted—It acted. Where it was resisted—It withdrew. Not completely. Never completely. But enough. To reinforce the divide.

In the eastern city—The wall now had two sections. One aligned. One not. Both standing. Side by side. "...This won’t last." Someone said it. Quiet. Certain. "...It doesn’t have to." Another replied. "...It just has to work."

Back in the valley—Longyu’s form flickered again. More violently. Parts of her—Gone. Long Hao didn’t look at her. "...You’re fading faster." She smiled faintly. "...So is everything else." "...Not the same." "...It is now." A pause. "...Because it’s accelerating."

Long Hao’s gaze remained fixed upward. "...It’s using them." Longyu didn’t deny it. "...Yes." "...Both sides." "...Especially both sides." Silence followed. Because that—Was the truth. The divide wasn’t a problem. It was a tool.

Far away—In another region—A larger gathering had formed. Not accidental. Not spontaneous. Deliberate. People stood facing each other. Not hostile. Not yet. But separated. By belief.

"We can’t survive like this." One side spoke. "...Then adapt." The other replied. "...Not like that." "...Then like what?" No answer came. Because there wasn’t one.

The air shifted. Subtle. But present. The fragment above—Observed. Measured. And chose. A structure behind one group—Stabilized. Slightly. Just enough. The other side noticed. Of course they did.

"...You see?" The first voice spoke. "...It helps when we let it." "...Or it helps you." The reply came cold. "...That’s not the same thing." Tension formed. Not explosive. But real.

Back in the valley—Long Hao closed his eyes briefly. "...It’s reinforcing alignment." Longyu’s voice was faint. "...And punishing deviation." "...Without force." "...Without resistance." A pause. "...That’s worse." Long Hao opened his eyes again. "...Yes." Because force—Created enemies. But dependence—Created followers. And followers—Didn’t fight. They complied.

In the eastern city—The divide solidified. Not physically. But mentally. People began to group. Not by location. By belief. Those who allowed. Those who refused. And those—Who didn’t know.

The tension didn’t stay contained. Not in words. In the eastern city—The line between the two sections of the wall became a point of focus. Not marked. Not defined. But understood. "...Don’t touch that side." The warning came quickly.

A man stepped forward anyway. "...It’s still part of the same wall." "No." The reply was immediate. "...It’s not." A pause. "...It’s aligned." "...And this isn’t?" "...This is ours." The words landed harder than expected.

The man frowned. "...It’s still the same structure." "...Not anymore." He didn’t argue further. He acted. Stepping forward—He placed his hand on the uneven section. Pushed. Trying to realign it manually. The structure resisted. Not naturally. The air tightened. Subtle. Focused. "...It’s reacting." Someone whispered. The man didn’t stop. "...Then let it."

He pushed harder. The stone shifted—Then—Snapped. Not breaking. Correcting. The uneven section forced itself into alignment. The line disappeared. For a moment—Everything held.

Then—A shout. "...You let it in." The accusation came sharp. The group that had resisted stepped back. Not in fear. In rejection. "...You chose that." "...I stabilized it." "...You gave it control." "...It already has it." Silence. Because that—Was the fracture.

Not in the wall. In belief.

A man from the resistance side stepped forward. Slower. More deliberate. "...Break it." The words came calm. "...What?" "...Break it again." The aligned group froze. "...Are you serious?" "...Yes." A pause. "...It’s stable now." "...Because it made it that way." "...And?" "...That’s not enough."

Silence stretched. Then—He moved. Picked up a loose stone. And struck the aligned section. Once. Twice. The surface cracked. Not easily. Not willingly. But it did. "...Stop!" Someone shouted. Too late. The crack spread. The alignment broke. The structure shifted—Back into uneven form. Human.

The air tightened violently. Sharper than before. Focused. Angry. The ground trembled slightly. Pressure built. This time—It didn’t stay passive. The stone began to pull itself back. Faster. Stronger. "...It’s forcing it!" The man didn’t step back. "...Then we don’t let it." Others moved. Hands pressed. Shoulders braced. They pushed against the alignment. Against the correction. Against the system itself.

For a moment—Everything locked. Perfect balance. Then—It stopped. Not fully. But enough. The pressure dropped. The structure remained—Uneven. Human. Silence fell. Heavy. Real. "...This won’t hold." Someone said it quietly. "...It doesn’t need to." The man replied. "...It just needs to be ours."

The third group was the largest. And the most dangerous. Because they could become—Either. "...What do we do now?" Someone asked. Not to anyone specific. Just—Out loud. The answer came anyway. "...We choose." And that—Was how it began.

Not war. Not destruction. But division.

Back in the valley—Long Hao looked upward. Longer this time. More focused. "...You planned this." Silence answered. But not empty. Acknowledging. "...You didn’t need to win." "...You just needed them to split." The air shifted. Slightly. Confirmation. Long Hao exhaled slowly. "...Then we break that too." Because now—The battle wasn’t against control. It was against division itself. And that—Was harder. Much harder.

END OF Chapter 250