Another World: My life is on the hook!

that moment.

All the Nightmare Demons felt the fear from the deepest part of their hearts, and they immediately attacked frantically, mobilizing all their power in an attempt to suppress the raven in its infancy.

But Lynn smiled.

He laughed loudly, but tears streamed down his face.

"You've taken everything I cherished, hahaha, you should be satisfied now, because I have nothing left to lose. If this is my fate."

"Then after I've killed you all, I'll burn all of this to the ground!!"

He descended into utter madness amidst that desolate laughter.

this moment.

He was like a ferocious beast.

Facing those executioners, he transformed his anger, pain, and sorrow into the burning flames in his hands, unleashing them upon them.

One step, one kill!

The raging black fire burned intensely in his laughter.

The law became his fuel.

Disorder became his fuel.

Every bit of power they unleashed only fueled the flames burning within him.

The void was burned down.

The soul was burned out.

One by one, the Nightmare Demons vanished into nothingness in his hands, leaving not even ashes. Their combined attack only accelerated the ignition of his flames, just like that final ascension, that final leap that consumed the souls and faith of the entire main universe.

And the moment you leap over it, you touch the end.

He laughed maniacally, killing relentlessly, yet his laughter was filled with desolation and frost.

Tears were burned away in the extinguishing flames.

The flames are clearly burning.

But inside, there was only desolation, like a cold winter, devoid of even the slightest warmth.

that day.

In the ruins of that dark city.

That spirit burned away all its sorrow, and almost burned away all its reason as well.

He's crazy.

When the massive swarm of nightmares arrived, all they saw were the shattered fragments of the nightmare demons. Their greatest power was utterly vulnerable before the insane boy, as if it were a crystal garden.

This great battle.

Almost all of the fifty-nine surviving Nightmare Demons were wiped out.

Only the last two remained, utterly losing the will to fight, and fled in terror into the chaotic deep space.

All the Pillars of the End were burned to ashes.

They tried every means possible, but failed to complete the encirclement and hunt.

But the war did not end.

He charged madly into the cluster of nightmares, like a giant beast charging into a flock of sheep, wiping them out in droves amidst their frenzied laughter and lamentations.

The entire void seemed to be filled only with his laughter, which sounded like a wail.

He killed the endless nightmares that had invaded the main universe.

He seemed tireless.

With each death of a nightmare, his fire burns even more fiercely.

at last.

They were afraid.

In this almost one-sided massacre and counterattack, they retreated to the main universe on a large scale. Just like in every war back then, they were powerless to resist the emperor.

But this time, he had no subjects behind him.

He has succeeded.

A mad king.

His hysterical laughter echoed throughout the void, like a mourning, a loneliness that would last forever.

He burned all the enemies in the main universe, and in fact, the entire main universe is now less than one-tenth of what it used to be.

But he still didn't stop.

He was enveloped in raging black flames as he plunged into the vast, endless depths of space.

He forced those nightmares to become his enemies.

He used his fire to create an eternal territory!

Even at that moment.

He finally faced once again that eternal darkness, that endless expanse of time that stretched before them, that unknowing and unfeeling eternal calamity that forced them into the apocalypse.

Ironically.

The tide has receded.

After devouring almost the entire main universe, after devouring countless living beings, and after devouring the very origin of the main universe, it retreated with a rumbling sound like the tide, returning once again to the chaotic abyss.

And how ironic and absurd this is!

He was full.

Just like at that time, He devoured the painter as He wished, and then fell into slumber once again.

But he didn't accept it.

So many people sacrificed their lives...

This is the result left behind...

You retreated without realizing it.

that day.

After slaying all the nightmares that had retreated into the chaotic deep space, Lynn, amidst the desolation and madness, unhesitatingly charged into that vast calamity, burning with endless fire, fearlessly slaughtering all that he hated, with no turning back.

……

Or.

For him, death was also a kind of relief.

Because all the people he wanted to protect, all the things he cherished, and all the things he couldn't let go of had vanished like bubbles.

Then what's the point of all this?

He charged into that calamity.

Amidst the terror lurking within countless nightmares, he painstakingly found the two nightmare demons who had retreated into it, and viciously tore them to pieces.

He left himself no way out, or rather, for someone who had already gone mad, he had long since abandoned everything.

The killing continued unabated.

He withstood the onslaught of calamity and slaughtered the remnants of all the nightmares.

He relentlessly followed the trail left by those two nightmares, plunging into the deepest part of that chaotic consciousness of calamity he had never reached before. He actually managed to find the imprints of those nightmare demons projected onto this timeline and burned them to ashes. This was a truly chaotic wasteland that even he, during the years when he was cultivating Blackfire, had not been able to penetrate.

Amid their wails and screams, he killed them all.

But the calamity remained completely ignored.

He is unaware and unaware.

He is like a natural disaster, existing there eternally.

Because He fell into a deep sleep once again.

Lynn kept burning, and in that madness, he completely unleashed all the power within him. He burned the pitch-black fire to its extreme, roaring as he tried to ignite the entire vast darkness with his own flames.

But it's no use.

The flames burned through the chaos, but were quickly extinguished by the boundless darkness.

His vastness is like the entire sky, while your fire is so weak it can hardly spread.

But he still didn't stop.

He had completely lost his mind in that frantic howl.

But it's still a drop in the ocean.

"Not even close."

As Quill helped Sir Evan step onto the edge of the city of night, his gaze swept across the burning, chaotic deep space. He gasped for breath, his psionic energy draining away.

“There’s nothing left to burn… Even if we burn everything, it will only allow Lynn to reach that threshold, but it still won’t stop His resurrection…”