Another World: My life is on the hook!

His condition also became increasingly unstable.

At first, the dark dream was only intermittently brought into reality, but as time went on, the frequency began to increase.

She had no choice but to take him out of the City of Night to prevent his changes from having a devastating impact on the city he couldn't let go of. She could only take him to that chaotic frontier, watching him alone every day as the dream he created gradually expanded.

It is no longer that golden, dreamlike illusion.

Instead, it was as if it had become a truly chaotic creature, terrifyingly disordered.

She stood there silently, head bowed, waiting anxiously.

Sitting on the edge of that main universe.

Watching a calamity unfold little by little.

It's as if in this way, we can move towards eternity.

“I don’t know how long I can stay with you, but I will definitely stay with you until the very end. Maybe after this change… Lynn, you will be able to truly stand at that peak that no one can reach.”

And the fire in the chaotic deep space continues to burn.

Or rather, ever since Lynn achieved that final ascension, his fire has ignited the chaotic deep space, and chaos has become his fuel. This allows him to further compete with the slumbering Lord of the End for the last bit of firewood and fuel in this dream within this limited time.

Time continued to pass.

The transformation also became more dramatic.

At one point, the chaotic dream he expanded into even surpassed the vast galaxy.

He has been asleep all along.

But one day, when the chaotic and expanding dream once again lurked into his body, and when she was about to bring him back again, he saw Lynn awaken.

That was also the first time he had awakened in this time since he fell into slumber.

But before she could say anything, the figure had already tightly embraced her as she rushed over. Her pupils dilated, and this was the first time since Lynn had suffered that dramatic change in his life that he had hugged her so tightly as before.

It was as if, in that instant, he had truly returned, truly become the boy he once was.

"I know the second hurdle now!"

He heard Lynn's suppressed, heartbreaking voice.

He held her tightly, his eyes red and swollen.

"Extreme disorder gives birth to order, just like ouroboros. This is why we can exist in this chaotic dream. Similarly, extreme nothingness can also bring about new life. So perhaps if I understand this, I can truly achieve the transformation from zero to one and break through the shackles of logic!"

That day, she stared blankly at Lynn as she awoke.

It's as if countless words from the past have turned into heartache in an instant.

Yes.

He's not crazy!

He may never be able to escape the shadow of the past, but when he made that huge decision, when he truly decided to stop touching that past, he had already begun to change.

Try to accept everything that has happened, and then pursue, make amends, and change all the suffering of the past in the distant future.

That day.

He talked to her a lot, trying his best not to touch those old wounds and avoiding all topics that caused him pain. He kept explaining his understanding of the flame, as if desperately grasping at that uncertain hope in nothingness and then trying his best to realize it.

"The difference between him and me lies here. I have never understood how you can create your power out of thin air in your own dream. I only understand transformation, consuming one part and generating another part, but even if the consumption is very low, it is still just transformation."

Lynn trembled as he sat cross-legged, his whole being seemingly caught in some kind of unusual agitation.

He gripped his head, forcing himself to keep thinking.

"But problems arise when we get to the black fire stage."

Because he couldn't understand black fire.

Therefore, he was unable to transform it.

And it wasn't until he completed the final leap of the black fire, allowing him to successfully touch its essence, that he finally touched the true nature of the flame as he fell into that black slumber.

"Nothingness and the end."

Lynn gasped.

Just as you cannot understand order unless you become a truly chaotic and disordered being, you cannot create everything out of thin air in your dreams.

same.

If you don't embrace the essence of black fire, if you don't become that void of the end, then you can forget about understanding the fundamental nature of "existence"!

"There is only one way to defeat him, and that is to become the same as him, to become the true Lord of the End, just like him. Only in this way can I stand on the same level as him. And if I can accomplish all this before he awakens... then perhaps truly defeating Him is not just a pipe dream."

You are not just using the fire in your hand, but truly becoming the fire in your hand!

But this road is treacherous.

Because when you embrace disorder, you may actually become disorder itself and never be able to turn back.

And the same.

If you step into the end, the greater probability is that your body will turn into nothingness and be eternally disappeared into time, let alone the possibility of rebirth and existence.

"But if we can succeed, then there's still a chance!"

Lynn's eyes were blood red.

Because as long as he can cross this threshold.

As long as he can blur the boundary between nothingness and existence, then everything is contained in a single thought, and eternity is achieved in an instant.

Everything that has passed away, everything that has ever existed, can be retrieved and reborn in his final fire, just like everything that has ever existed in his dream. As long as he wants, everything is your thought.

The quill stared blankly at him, opening her mouth but unable to utter a single word.

He has indeed changed.

But she didn't know whether this change was good or bad.

In reality, when a person experiences extreme despair and pain, many become depressed and lose all motivation. But what is truly frightening is the extreme hope that arises after such depression and despair. That kind of fanaticism and obsession is even more poisonous than depression itself.

"I don't know if it will succeed."

Lynn gripped her shoulders tightly, his head bowed. The firelight cast long shadows of them, like fleeting bubbles swaying in the darkness.

"But I want to try... because I have nothing left to lose..."

“I know they’ve arranged every single detail of this journey for me, even you… the quill pen. I probably already guessed their intentions. The reason you’ve managed to stay until now is…”

His eyes were bloodshot.

"Is it because you and I signed that contract?"