Another World: My life is on the hook!

He seemed to hear the quill pen's mournful cry, and he seemed to see Sir Evans, her eyes bloodshot and filled with rage, desperately trying to break through the wall and bring the girl in.

But a heavy drowsiness kept coming over him, making him very tired, as if he were in a dream.

But he could feel it, he could hear it, and he could touch it...

She is right beside you.

But it hurts so much.

It was excruciating pain, like dying.

"I'll stay with you."

"Have you forgotten? In that dream before, you stayed with me for a very long time... Although I know I can't expect to possess you, because in your heart, everyone has such an important place, and I can only occupy a small part of it at most."

The girl leaned against the wall, seemingly looking up, sitting back to him.

"But I know... everyone loves you so much... because you always pretend to be bad, but you're willing to risk your life for anyone..."

"So even at the very last moment, everyone had no regrets."

He listened in his sleep, but felt that the voice was so distant. He wanted to speak, but when the words came out, all that remained was a dazed and powerless feeling.

But that wall.

But it's so far away.

He suddenly remembered the upheaval in Night City, when she was the last girl to stay by his side, floating lightly towards him with a black umbrella in her hand.

He was a womanizer and promiscuous; he didn't know how many people he would ultimately betray.

But he didn't want to.

He made many promises, and he didn't want to die without fulfilling any of them.

"You...don't go..."

"No, I won't leave, because it's been so long since I've spent time with you like this."

"This is what you said... Don't lie to people like I did..."

"Of course, do you remember what you said..."

"Hang yourself with a hook..."

"No change allowed for a hundred years."

……

……

It was like having a dream that was very, very far away.

It's as if it has traversed endless time and years.

But just like a dream, there will eventually come an end.

He still remembered that she had talked to him a lot, from how they first met to how they gradually became friends, and how she had such a bad impression of him back then. She kept talking to him, as if she wanted to tell him about the long separation in this one moment, as if she might never have the chance again.

But it's very noisy.

The loud roar grew closer, clearer, and louder.

Her speech seemed to quicken. Lynn had never imagined she would talk so much, because in his dreams and in the past, she had always been a quiet and reserved girl.

then……

He never heard her speak again.

In that moment of reverie, he once again heard the quill pen and Sir Ivy's roar, heard the sound of the wind falling in that boundless dream, piercingly obscuring everything around him.

Sudden.

The tiny thread on my little finger... I can't feel it anymore...

But he grew heavier and heavier, as if the raging flames were burning him to death, or dragging him into a bottomless, dark abyss. His vision grew darker and darker, and even the sound of the wind reached his ears.

They're all gone now.

He seems to really be one.

I have nothing left.

……

hum-

He suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils dilating violently.

He stared at the muddy ground, breathing heavily, and then finally slowly raised his head.

The drizzling black rain fell drop by drop on his face, sliding down his chin to the ground, its icy chill seeping into his heart, just like a time, in that distant future, beneath the tower at the end of time, when a similar downpour had occurred.

He struggled to his feet, staggering and almost falling.

in front of him.

The high wall, forged by the raging black fire, began to slowly die down.

Even the shackles that he had been unable to break free of despite using all his strength were now breaking off one by one like withered wood after a fire.

Ashes drifted haphazardly.

He slowly raised his head, looking dazed.

But suddenly, his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably. The hazy dream he had been in came rushing in like a flood. His pupils contracted sharply, and as he trembled and looked at the extinguished high wall in front of him, he felt the familiar presence that lingered in that place.

The thread on his little finger looked like a broken string from a kite.

That's not a dream!

That's not a dream!!

He rushed forward suddenly, searching frantically, but he found nothing.

Until he suddenly stopped.

Among the broken ashes, he found a tattered piece of clothing.

A howling wind swept through his pupils, and he suddenly knelt down on the ground.

"She...came here..."

Until that sorrowful voice came from behind him, his eyes were filled with grief and bloodshot.

"Lynn...I'm sorry..."

……

He rushed toward the shattered city of night like a madman, and with each step he took, ashes littered the ground.

The wind tore at his eyes, and a suppressed howl escaped his throat. Tears mixed with blood, driving him recklessly toward his former home.

Rolling and crawling.

He almost completely lost control of himself.

It felt as if every step he took carried the weight of a thousand pounds.

He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, his teeth almost grinding to powder, trying to hold back the tears, but they still flowed uncontrollably.

That's not a dream!

Those images kept flashing before his eyes like fragmented silhouettes.

The girl huddled there, her back against the raging, impenetrable wall. She and he were separated by that wall, and they looked back at the past with low voices.

"Everyone is gone... The captain died in battle, the Doll House Lady... died in battle... The Matriarch died in battle... The Omnic Lady defended the Royal Court with her trident, but she still fell... All the gods are dead, all the legions, all the jailers..."

“Miss Crescent Moon was the last one left behind. She told us that she inherited her teacher's divinity and legacy after her death. Miss Omnic couldn't stop her anymore. In her final moments, she threw the trident at her because she was the only one left who could still wield the trident with her divinity…”

"But it's meaningless. Even if we had that halberd, there would be no way to stop the Nightmare Demons from breaking through and counterattacking."

Lynn's voice was already hoarse, his eyes were bloodshot, and tears mingled with his blood.

His fists were clenched so tightly they almost broke.