Another World: My life is on the hook!

As he desperately neutralized that attack, he finally seized the opportunity and charged towards that historical juncture with a roar.

He saw it!

He saw it!

In the torrent of time, amidst the dappled illusions, his blood-red eyes were stained with tears.

He saw the figure about to ascend the throne; it was himself, the moment before he voluntarily sacrificed himself to step into that ultimate deception.

He wanted to tell him!

He wants to replace him!

In that illusion of time, in that magnificent sanctuary, that figure stepped step by step toward that high throne.

"do not want!"

"Don't ascend that throne!! Don't believe Sir Irwin's words!! Don't you want to know!! A cruel fate awaits you that you cannot accept!!"

His voice was almost hoarse, his hand reached out forcefully towards the past, the river of time flowing on his cheeks, soaked with endless sorrow.

His final voice seemed to echo throughout the entire course of time.

It felt like there was just a fleeting moment.

The figure before the throne raised his head, staring blankly as if he had heard that distant, piercing scream.

Like the gentle ripples of time.

A wind carrying sorrow.

But Lynn ultimately failed to break through the barrier of the river of time. He was pulled out of the curtain of time by that figure, because he was the only one besides that Great Lord who controlled the power of the Firstborn, while Lynn had already become that outsider. When he was blasted into the endless void, that figure was still like an unshakable curtain, blocking him from the future.

But he wouldn't give up.

He wiped away his tears, he cast aside his sorrow.

Like a madman, he charged once again toward that predetermined history.

It almost turned into an endless war.

He tried to break through time and time again.

But they were repeatedly thwarted and turned back.

Just like that era, that figure also repeatedly sends him back to his own point in time, just as he will always be the starry sky standing in front of you.

"Don't force me!"

"Don't push me!!"

He stared hysterically at the figure, tears streaming down his狰狞 and crazed face. The fire surging within him continued to rise, burning to an utterly terrifying degree.

He had almost completely plunged himself into the abyss of obsession; his eyes were filled with anger and sorrow, and he trembled so violently he could barely control himself.

Because he had said that from the moment the black fire was lit.

He won't use that power against him.

Because he knew how terrifying that flame was, and after this ultimate sublimation, the final flame, which evolved from black fire to its ultimate form, had reached an unfathomable peak.

Why did it have to come to this?

Why are you forcing me to attack you?!

But the figure remained calmly with its eyes open.

He looked at Lynn.

Those eyes, which had been so numb and almost devoid of any emotion, seemed for a moment to resemble those of a strict teacher.

"I've been waiting for this day."

that moment.

Lynn roared to the sky, and the dark flames surged and covered his entire body, rumbling and obscuring the void, like a calamity twisted to its extreme, about to send all things to their end, about to burn everything in this world.

The tears in his eyes were instantly covered by darkness, making him look so ferocious that he almost transformed into a calamity.

Why—why—have to—force—me—!?

He looked toward that figure.

He used all his strength, driven by hatred, cruelty, annihilation, and madness, to unleash a devastating punch at him.

At that moment, even his voice was distorted, as if replaced by a more terrifying, darker, and seemingly all-consuming echo, as if, in a trance, he was no different from that slumbering calamity, as if that force was driving him to burn everything to ashes and push it all toward that bone-chilling end.

A vast dream instantly spread through the figure's eyes.

The boundless power of the Firstborn transformed into the flowing light in his hand, forging that sharp longsword for him. Just as at that moment, for the first time since that distant past, he was no longer so indifferent and lifeless.

He looked at the flames shooting into the sky.

Those eyes seemed to be speaking to him, like the promise given to him long, long ago.

Three tricks.

He looked at the boy he had watched grow up, as if he were facing his former self.

Three moves.

Lynn.

Have you already...?

We're ready.

……

……

Rumble, rumble, rumble——

In that silent stillness, it seemed as if even the entirety of time was about to be swept away, or like a brilliant firelight blooming in the boundless dark night, illuminating the mottled timeline.

The colorful river of time seemed to cast down rays of the setting sun in this fateful duel, a forgotten battle witnessed by no one.

The light finally disappeared.

In the boundless void, Lin Enyu's figure stood with his back to the wall, trembling as the flames on his body repeatedly died down and reignited in the silence.

It felt as if a strong wind was blowing, ruffling my hairline.

That figure stood in the distance, still like that high wall that no one could break through, still the strongest sky bound here in this endless cycle of reincarnation and destiny.

He stood there calmly with his head down, his long hair flowing in the wind.

Yet, it seemed as if a trace of relief appeared in his eyes, like snow melting in the night, or a wisp of wind in the numb, eternally silent winter.

"You've graduated, Lynn."

Click——

The sword in his hand shattered into countless fragments.

The dream that enveloped him suddenly seemed to be covered in cracks, and the raging black flames burned into his dream from the outside in.

When Lynn turned around suddenly, trembling.

That figure also collapsed heavily into that distant time.

The madness in his eyes finally subsided. At the moment when the figure he had once considered invincible fell, he rushed over with all his might. He caught the body and trembled as he tried to extinguish the final flames burning in his dream. But at that moment, the figure grabbed his wrist.

He shook his head at him, his gaze stopping him from extinguishing the flames.

Why did you do this?!

Lynn gritted her teeth and stared intently at him.

"You know I'll go all out! You know I never hold back in our fight!! Why aren't you using your full strength?! Do you still think I'm the same guy I used to be?! Why are you holding back?!"

But when he looked into his eyes, he smiled and said to him amidst the blazing fire.

"This is all I've done."

The silence was like a surging sea.

Lynn stood there, stunned, two lines of tears sliding down her cheeks.

The pitch-black void was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

“You have already surpassed me, and no one will stand in your way anymore. In this vast expanse of time and space, only He can be your opponent again.”

“You can do whatever you want now, Lynn, because in the end, you have to walk this path yourself. You can make any decision, but before you make that decision, you should think carefully about the future, think about all of this, and whether it is what they want.”

The sound gradually faded into the distance.

"And this result is already the best it can be."

"You must sever all ties between you and this dream, because even the slightest connection will cause you to collapse in the final battle, and my existence is already the greatest cause and effect in this world for you."

Lynn stared at him, trembling, barely able to breathe.

That hand gripped his wrist tightly, preventing him from extinguishing the raging black flames burning on his body.

His gaze was fixed on him.

Then he was forcefully pushed toward his appointed time.

It's like falling into an abyss. You reach out your hand, but all you can see is the ever-receding distance. Your pupils dilate, but all you can hear is the tearing, mournful sound of the wind.

As you know, if this is what he wants, then even if you stop him, he will take his own life.

The sound of the wind swallowed everything in an instant.

……

The figure raised its head amidst the raging black flames, gazing towards the distant end of time.

"But perhaps this is not the end. If he is unwilling to accept it, then perhaps I can still shield you from the final calamity."

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