Another World: My life is on the hook!

It was all so accidental and coincidental.

As she struggled to pull the girl out of that void using the lingering causal connection between them, she once again felt the absurdity of fate.

The little girl's eyes were tightly closed, her black hair was as clear as ice, and her familiar and delicate face was still frozen in that distant time.

A faint aura of the Firstborn power swirled around her.

That came from Lynn.

And perhaps it is precisely because of this connection.

When Lynn once again revealed that chaotic dream in the void beyond time, she was drawn here by that primal connection.

After the quill pen examined the trajectory of her fate, she finally understood the cause and effect of everything.

"I see."

The quill pen's eyebrows conveyed a faint sadness, and it held the little girl in its arms tightly with a mixture of pity and heartache.

She saw her experience.

We also saw Lynn's second banishment of her when she was found.

And how absurd and bizarre is this fate, to be able to meet you in this void, and she also clearly felt Lynn's deep and inseparable feelings for her, because only the greatest reluctance would prevent her from suffering from the hardships of this era.

"Did you come to find him because you sensed he was here?"

She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and smiled.

"Then let's do it this way. Let's just wait for him. I believe that when he wakes up and sees his beloved Zuo Zuo, he will be extremely happy!"

She hugged the little girl tightly in her arms, closed her eyes, and felt the threads of fate gradually enveloping her.

It's like trying to keep all invasions at bay.

To shield her from that intense attack.

Beyond that vast, chaotic dream, a glimmer of light appeared—two girls tightly embracing each other, becoming the only sight in the darkness.

……

……

I don’t know how long it took.

It felt like a lifetime, or like a long, eternal dream.

He was adrift in that dream, and with each chaotic wave that swept in, he felt that his last shred of clarity was about to be swallowed up by the dark and disordered sea.

But a voice still told him.

You must not get lost.

Because you've staked your entire future on this chaotic and disorderly dream.

Because there's another girl waiting for you outside.

Therefore, you cannot die.

Because you made that promise to her.

So he struggled desperately, like a small boat sailing on a stormy sea, swallowed up by the chaotic waves time and time again, but he struggled to rise from the bottom of the sea again and again.

But dreams always come to an end.

When he realized that he couldn't just fight back, but had to truly immerse himself in the chaotic sea, he finally risked everything, voluntarily giving up his last small boat, like a drowning corpse, slowly sinking into the disordered ocean.

Just like the birth of a painter.

Just as that calamity, within this boundless, chaotic dream, gave rise to the main universe representing order.

Only in extreme chaos and disorder can you grasp the true meaning of order.

Only by doing this can we achieve our goals.

Only then can you take a further step towards that true end.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

His figure was also falling... falling...

Until chaos and disorder completely overwhelmed him.

But finally, at the very last moment before he sank to the bottom of the sea, he suddenly opened his eyes. In the deepest part of those chaotic eyes, a ray of new light suddenly emerged, as if endless chaos had evolved to its extreme and finally reversed, like a long, winding snake completing its closed loop at the last moment.

then.

The magnificent light grew rapidly.

That golden order reversed all the chaos, and with unparalleled force, swiftly changed his entire dream, rapidly replacing and banishing the chaos and disorder!

In an instant.

He was once again immersed in that golden dream of order.

But nothing stopped, because at the very moment when the great dream of order evolved to its extreme, everything collapsed into chaos and disorder in an instant, plunging into an endless black abyss.

Alternating and shifting.

Order and chaos are constantly reversing.

The ouroboros also underwent repeated transformations amidst these enormous changes, with the speed of transition between the two states increasing rapidly.

No one knows exactly how much time has passed.

Each cycle feels like an extreme crushing and torment of the will; everything about you alternates between chaos and order, like this ancient dream, an endless cycle of reincarnation, countless alternations between order and disorder...

Until countless generations had passed.

That is, when that dream once again transformed into a golden dream of order.

call--

A wisp of black fire suddenly ignited within that extreme order.

Like a stain that fell into a perfect world, the black fire that represents the end has finally found fuel to burn in this dream.

"I succeeded!"

At that moment, when Lynn suddenly opened his eyes in reality, his urgent voice was filled with immense pain and joy.

It's like how continuous hard work finally pays off.

And he finally truly crossed that threshold.

Through countless cycles of order and chaos, he finally managed to ignite the flame representing the end in his dream when the order was reversed to its peak. He immediately stopped his further evolution because he knew that this was enough. If it reversed again, he would no longer be trapped in the chaotic dream, but in the void that truly represented the end.

And now he has to stop.

Before he is adequately prepared, rashly evolving again will only trap him in the end, and he might even inadvertently become a mindless monster like that calamity.

He almost immediately wanted to retract his grand dream and report the good news to the quill pen.

"Feather pen!! Did you see that?! I don't need you to sacrifice yourself for me anymore. Even with my own strength, I can..."

But at that moment.

When Lynn saw that figure again, all the expressions on his face froze for a moment.

"Great!"

He saw that smiling face, but the once stunning beauty was gone. The girl was still sitting there cross-legged as before, but she was now just a skeleton. Her white hair and aged face made her unrecognizable as the once beautiful goddess of fate.

“I knew… you would definitely come back… so… I didn’t break my promise…”

She held Zuo Zuo in her arms. The little girl was still just like she had been frozen in time a long, long time ago. Her eyelashes were closed, and she was sleeping sweetly, as if she were immersed in a dream from which she would never wake up.

But her beauty had faded, and she was withered and emaciated.