Another World: My life is on the hook!

The barrier of time shattered, just like that time, just like every time, and he was once again sent back to his own point in time.

It was like a ball of fire falling into a cold wilderness.

When the quill pen found him, he was lying in the burning crater, his fists clenched tightly, his arm pressed hard against his eye sockets, but even so, it seemed that he could not stop the sorrow that kept flowing out. His body trembled violently, and suppressed moans kept coming from his throat, as if each tremor had to be repaid with endless years.

He thought he could finally harbor resentment.

But now.

Even resentment had become a luxury for him.

Or rather, this was the ending that the god-king had envisioned. As he said, if all cause and effect had to be severed in order to have a final battle with that calamity, then he, who was blocking his way, had to make that final decision, because he was the greatest cause and effect he had encountered along the way.

And now.

No one could stand in his way anymore.

Whether you accept it or not, and regardless of the impact and damage you cause to history, there is no one left to do it.

He used himself as fuel for his own firewood.

He finally staggered and raised his head; the pitch-black sky felt like an endless weight.

that day.

When he returned to that void beyond time once more, all he saw was that ball of fire falling through time, and that enormous, burning dream, stretching across the mottled river of time.

He strained to open his dry eyes.

But no more tears could fall from her eyes.

It's as if all the sorrow has been burned away, leaving only this boundless loneliness and death.

And that was also the greatest legacy he ever left to himself. He used his black fire to burn himself, to burn away the boundless power of the Firstborn in his dream. And the moment he touched it, the extinguished fire of the end, like a maggot clinging to his bones, surged into his body, like a raging black ocean.

But he seemed not to feel any pain.

His gaze was eternally empty.

As the flames of the end burned to their maximum intensity, he gazed into the distance at the mottled past of the river. Now, no one stood in his way, and he could freely alter the past as he pleased.

No one can stop him now.

He stood there for a long time, gazing into the distance, but every step you took felt suffocating, as if you were falling into the deep sea.

He witnessed the endless passage of time.

He watched his past self again and again, seeing how he ascended the throne step by step, how he embarked on that path of no return on this destined road, and how he ultimately laid the foundation for who he is today.

And as he said, from now on, no one will be able to interfere with your choices.

And how to choose...?

Which way to get there...?

It's all about you.

“Ughhhhhhhhhh——!”

On that day, in the void beyond time, he roared to the sky, his cry piercing through the entirety of time, like the desperate lament of a giant beast.

No one knows how long he stayed outside of that time, nor does anyone know the immense torment he endured during this enormous decision.

After that incident, he was reduced to a skeleton, his appearance desolate.

It felt like an eternal moment.

He finally returned to his point in time.

He ultimately failed to cross over into the past, to change or reverse what had happened.

Countless people followed one after another, sending you to this throne of sin that represents darkness; countless people became your kindling, placing this burning crown of thorns on your head; countless people used their own deaths to crown you.

His eyes were grayish-white, like those of a dying old man.

But that was also the day of his return.

He was completely out of his mind.

This time it was even more intense than before. He seemed to have completely lost his mind. He wandered in the deserted city of night, staggered in the fading main universe, and strolled in this doomsday of impending destruction.

It's like being a walking corpse.

Walking alone.

There is no end.

But the quill pen eventually found him, but this time it couldn't wake him up no matter what it did. She could only stay with him, day after day.

As time goes by, the main universe continues to collapse.

Even the city of night, which he had painstakingly rebuilt, was gradually worn down and eroded by this irreversible great decline.

He remained the same as always.

But this time, it seems a little different.

Because on what seemed like an unknown number of days, he suddenly collapsed without any warning and fell into a deep sleep.

And it was on that day.

Under the trembling gaze of the quill pen, it was as if a dream was spreading out from between his brows, gradually illuminating reality. He knew that Lynn had that ability, because that dream was a heaven-reaching technique he had learned from that god-king.

But this time, things were a little different.

Because the dream that he unconsciously projected into reality was not the golden light of order from the past, but a chaotic darkness, a chaotic abyss burning fiercely.

Nirvana.

Withering away.

Disorder.

She only probed into it for a fleeting moment.

That extreme chaos almost broke through the dream, dragging her, her real-world existence, into it as well, and obliterating her in that hellish fire of chaos.

She was terrified and trembling uncontrollably.

Fortunately.

This change in him lasted only a short time, and the dark and chaotic dream retreated back to his brow. But even that brief moment of coldness made her feel like she was trapped in a nightmare, unable to sleep day and night.

Because she didn't know if it was just her imagination.

In that moment of feeling.

It was as if the familiar, sleeping boy she was facing was no longer the Lynn she knew, but rather the Sleeper, the Lord of Chaos who would bring the whole world to its end.

She hugged her shoulders, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

She didn't know if it was good or bad.

But she couldn't help but recall once again the words that the god-king had said to her when she left him.

She didn't know if the time he wanted her to wait for was now.

But if that's really the case...

She raised her head, gazing sadly at the silent sky. She tightly gripped Lynn's cold hand as he lay on the bed, feeling the cruel irony and oppressive weight of fate all the more.

"Is this the right path? But have you ever considered that a person has their limits... If you treat him like this, even if you manage to survive this apocalypse in the end, what you've created... will only be another soul riddled with holes."

But she accepted it.

She lowered her head and gripped Lynn's hand tightly.

Because as long as we live, there is still hope; as long as we can get through this calamity, there is still a possibility that everything can be changed.

"I'll do this last step."

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