Another World: My life is on the hook!

Because He has already accumulated enough strength and conditions for revival.

All living beings in the chaotic deep space have been devoured and returned by Him.

And He has already swallowed up the most important condition: the origin of the main universe.

And that is to say.

There won't be another time I'll talk in my sleep!

Because we'll wait until next time.

That is when He will truly awaken; His current slumber is the last sign before His awakening.

The end of the world is coming.

"But things are already like this, how are we supposed to move forward?!"

The quill pen trembled, her face filled with despair and pain, and tears dripped continuously onto the ground.

"If even this can't achieve that condition, what else in this world is worth sacrificing? What's the point of doing all this?! I don't understand!"

Sir Irwin coughed violently, slumped against the wall, and whispered:

"Cough cough... This road... that's all I know... how far it goes... As for what to do next... maybe someone... will give me their answer..."

He turned his head with difficulty, leaning against the broken walls and ruins. His lifeless and empty eyes reflected the city that held all the emotions of his life. He looked at the burning fires in the chaotic deep space so close at hand. He reached out his hand with difficulty, but it was already a blur and a double image.

"But at least now... there's no longer a need for... anyone to be the firewood..."

"We made it..."

"Before His final call to chaos...we too can seize a portion of His power...to solidify the spark of this end for Lynn..."

This is why he has to keep catching up.

That's why, the moment that chaotic Great Regression began, he knew that this final leap had to begin.

Because once that fire is ignited...

Disorder is the best fuel.

But what you are burning is still His power. He has no idea how much disorder has accumulated in this chaotic dream, and when He awakens, all the power will instantly transform into the ultimate force that will push the entire reality to its end.

“Tell Lynn…”

His head drooped down little by little, and his voice grew softer and softer.

“I can’t face him anymore… You have to tell him… This isn’t his fault, it’s not his crime… All of this… is Evan’s fault… It was his older brother who created this calamity, it was he who committed this crime against everyone in the entire main universe…”

"offense."

At that moment, his last bit of spiritual energy vanished into the void, like a metamorphosis.

His eyes were still half-open, and he leaned against the city, but he had already lost his last breath.

That string that has been taut for a century.

Finally, at this moment, I relaxed.

"Sir Irwin...Sir Irwin!!"

……

……

And it was in that very instant.

Lynn, who had been burning and killing amidst that calamity, stopped. He stood there blankly, his back to the distant main universe.

It was as if something had instantly filled the last void in his body. The black fire of the third stage seemed to stop at this moment, and then gradually gathered together, merging into the spark of the ultimate leap that had been ignited in his will, like a hundred streams flowing into the sea.

that moment.

He finally completed the final leap of that third stage.

uniqueness.

This facilitated his final consolidation and advancement towards that stage.

As he turned his head, the madness in his eyes finally subsided little by little, and the falling crystalline tears were annihilated in the flames, vanishing in an instant.

When Lynn returned.

All that remained before him was a corpse, the very body he had created to better govern the empire and appear before the people. Now, even that body had lost its heartbeat, though its eyes remained open, as if it wanted to take one last look at the city he cherished.

The howling wind was like a mournful wail, blowing over the last remaining spirits of the city.

Lynn sat in front of him, his eyes lifeless, as if a gust of wind could blow him over, or like an old man on the verge of decay.

The quill pen was already sobbing uncontrollably.

She relayed his last words to him, and she told him everything, this huge deception.

He knew that he might never be forgiven.

He used a lie.

He deceived the person who trusted him the most.

He used a cover-up.

He killed all the family members he cherished and committed a sin that is unforgivable to billions of beings in the entire universe.

"Let me take responsibility."

At that moment, when Zhimeng knelt down before him, weeping bitterly, he bowed his head and accepted all the blame.

Because you are the older brother he relies on.

You are the person he trusts the most.

“If someone has to commit such a crime, then let me do it. He would never do such a thing. He’s the kind of person who would rather die than not protect everyone else.”

But he was still very sad, and couldn't stop being sad.

Because he couldn't stop thinking about it...

If nothing is left.

How lonely he must be.

……

He carried his brother on his back, his eyes vacant, like a soulless walking corpse.

He once said that he wanted to be buried in the cemetery outside the city of Night, because that way, even if he died, he could still look out over the city he loved, which was also his hometown.

He said he wanted to be buried with his deceased friends.

Because that way, I might not be lonely anymore.

He said he had cast a tombstone.

It's filled with things I want to say to you.

As he was being buried, Lynn knelt with his head down before the weathered tombstone, which was inscribed with words of remorse and apology.

Because I may never have the face to see you again.

Perhaps I will never be qualified to be your family again.

So if he dies, then level his grave, because he no longer deserves to be buried with everyone. All the things he said before were a deception and a betrayal.

But you must survive...

Lynn.

You must live on!

Because perhaps in the distant future, perhaps at some point at the end of time, you will still be able to meet us. Even if all of this is uncertain, you must not be defeated by it.

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Drops of crystal clear liquid fell to the ground. He lowered his head, as if he had suddenly become that greenhorn who had just stepped into the City of Night, a newborn calf, weak and arrogant.

He clenched his fists, but when he looked up, all he saw was emptiness.

He knelt there for dozens of days.

Looking back on those bygone years feels like a farewell.

When he returned to Night City, the desolation in his eyes had deepened.

His hair... had turned even whiter.