Another World: My life is on the hook!

He dared not wake up.

If he could have such an eternal dream, he would rather never wake up again.

But he finally opened his eyes when he got up from the ground.

The surroundings were as quiet as freezing point.

The surroundings were littered with empty bottles and the mess left behind by the revelry. A few days ago, at this time every day, someone would grumble about how strong the alcohol in Night City was, someone would cover their mouth and chuckle, and someone would still be snoring, their drunken snores louder than thunder.

And today...

He slowly raised his head.

so quiet.

so quiet……

The quill pen came in, and she helped him up. She lowered her head and bit her lip, but when she saw his lifeless eyes, she finally couldn't help but hug him tightly.

Just like a long time ago.

Her eyes were brimming with tears as she suppressed her sobs.

She wanted to say something to him, but all the words stuck in her throat and she couldn't get them out.

But he still sensed it.

Even her power was gradually waning, and her great power, which represented destiny, was inevitably sliding into the abyss.

……

……

Perhaps this is destiny.

After that day, she followed him closely, no matter where he went, always keeping a distance, as if afraid he would do something foolish, or perhaps out of some indescribable loneliness.

Lynn hadn't spoken to her in a long time.

It's as if they've already forgotten about her.

Every day he would appear in the dilapidated ruins of Night City, like the last ghost of this era, wandering aimlessly there.

He was terribly silent.

He began to rebuild Night City little by little. He did not use any power; he cleared away the ruins and rubble with his bare hands, as if he wanted to gradually restore the place to the way he remembered it. He rebuilt it day after day.

But every time she looked into his eyes, she felt waves of sorrow.

Just as if.

From a certain day onward, the once cheerful Lynn was already dead.

Until one day she finally couldn't hold back and wanted to stop him. She cried and pushed him to the ground, not letting him continue doing these meaningless things. She told him...

"Everyone is gone and will never come back!!"

From the day he ascended that throne, from the day this plan began, it was all irreversible.

She didn't know if there was even a sliver of hope left for the future.

But you can't keep going down like this!

Because she saw something in his eyes that felt both familiar and frightening, because she saw the numbness gradually building up in his increasingly empty eyes.

But Lynn ignored her.

She slumped there crying, but he still got up and walked past her.

at last……

Him.

They rebuilt that once glorious city.

The towering spires, the thick city walls, the once bustling square, the large conference hall, and his small room.

He stood there in the square for a very long time, his head held high, just like many, many years ago when he first came here, his eyes filled with brilliance, marveling at the fact that such a city of dazzling stars existed in that dark hell.

The hazy light stretched his shadow far away.

It was as quiet as a dream.

And in the vast cemetery outside the city of Night.

Many more new graves have appeared.

They sat there side by side, just like a long, long time ago, in that large conference hall, filled with everyone's lively chatter and laughter, as if it all happened yesterday.

He suddenly burst into laughter, as heartily as that boy from hell.

He reached out as if to adjust his monocle.

He fell heavily to the ground.

Silently.

He collapsed in the large square, his long shadow instantly falling beside him. Dust swirled on his cheeks as everything around him was shrouded in darkness.

……

That day, when he woke up, he looked up at the sky, trembling.

He pushed the quill away.

He rushed out, and in the empty and silent city of the night, he gazed at the sky. He leaped up as if to tear the entire firmament apart.

At that moment, he pushed the divine power of time to its limit.

No matter how much the quill pen cried out behind him, he was like a madman, burning through the barriers of time with his flames, and he forced himself to rush out of time.

Outside of that cold time.

He saw the figure blocking his way.

He stood tall in the river of time, his entire body radiating a blindingly pale light. He was like an insurmountable giant, blocking the path to the past and standing in his way.

"You know everything."

Lynn's eyes were bloodshot and numb, and his fists were clenched.

The figure stared at him, but did not answer.

Lynn's eyes were bloodshot as he said:

"You know everything... don't you? You know what I'm going through, you know where this path will lead, you know everything, so this is what you want to achieve? This is the future you want me to see?"

The figure said calmly:

"I told you, you have to wait, you have to wait."

"And that is the threshold you need to cross for yourself."

Lynn smiled.

But the blood vessels in his eyes grew increasingly dense, his fists clenched tightly, and his whole body seemed to be trembling.

"Step aside."

His voice was devoid of any emotion.

But the figure did not speak. He stood outside the long river leading to the past, like an insurmountable wall.

"Even you're going to stop me?"

Lynn smiled, but his eyes held an increasingly intense obsession.

The figure said calmly:

“I know what you want to do, but if I let you go back now, you will only mess up the past. You must know that without that history, there would be no you today, and no matter how you turn it, you will not be able to face that calamity.”

"You'll only push all of this into yet another irreversible abyss."

Lynn's voice was very low, as low as the boundless shadows.

"Step aside……"

The figure's gaze gradually hardened.

"I told you! I told you to get out of my way!!"

When Lynn looked up at that moment, his eyes were almost entirely filled with the madness of being bound by obsession.

The pitch-black flames roared up on his body, as if they wanted to burn him to ashes. Finally, he unleashed a raging, burning punch at his teacher and friend.

That war was almost devastating.

Those were the two most powerful people in history, and in this apocalyptic world.

That war even caused a huge disturbance in the entire river of time, shattering the tributaries and threatening to burn away the chilling void with its pitch-black flames.

Lynn was almost driven mad.

He relentlessly broke through his obstacles, his eyes bloodshot, rushing headlong into the river of time.

The obsession in his eyes had almost transformed into a monstrous flood that devoured everything.

Because if the past can be changed.

If time still existed.

Then he can make everything return to how it was originally supposed to be.

He wanted to return to that past, to completely end the entire future before he ascended the throne! He wanted history to be written according to his own wishes! He wanted to reverse all the suffering of the past!