Another World: My life is on the hook!

The final years are like the most difficult part of a person's life.

She regained her former stunning beauty, and her smile was just like the scene when she first saw her true face, unforgettable for a lifetime.

She said she still doesn't want to get old.

So even if this would further exacerbate the collapse of the laws within her body, she still wanted to spend these last moments with him in her former form.

But I'm already very satisfied.

Because this ending was already far better than she had imagined.

But she still went to his dream, when the flame of the end was still like a few stars, it was an Eden that was a million times more beautiful than the main universe.

And she was as happy as a child. In these last moments, she asked Lynn to create many landscapes for her. She invited him to rebuild their former Night City together, and of course, her former Kingdom of Destiny, or perhaps the small desk, the thick books, and the cat from when they first met in Hell.

You should still remember, right?

"Back then, you were turned into a tabby cat by Meow Meow, and you were sneaking around trying to steal my things, but I caught you right away! Although I do like cats, I knew who you were back then, I was just teasing you~!"

Lynn wiped her red eyes and sat cross-legged opposite her.

"I remember, of course I remember. I even lied to you that I was your boyfriend."

She couldn't help but giggle, sitting in the chair in front of the desk, swinging her legs back and forth, feeling both happy and joyful.

"So, can you still turn into that raccoon dog now?"

"Not so good……"

"No! I want it! I want it! Transform! (★?★) Transform quickly!"

Lynn could only reluctantly transform into that black and white raccoon, and then she scooped him up in her arms with great enthusiasm, stroking his fur vigorously against the grain.

(??)

"Don't touch your belly."

"How could I not touch it?!"

"..."

It was as if, in an instant, the future had truly been forgotten, and all the suffering in the outside world had been forgotten.

She used to think that dwelling on the past was a bad thing, because fate always moves forward, and the past is the past, so why should you be attached to it?

But I found out later.

Perhaps it is because of those beautiful memories that you are shaped into who you will be in the future. Especially when you are about to finish your life, you will look back and have no more regrets.

She smiles and skips around every day, as if she were a newborn.

Even back in the Kingdom of Destiny, she had never been this happy.

Because at that time, although you were a deity, you lived in a cage-like crystal garden, and you never truly gained freedom.

But what is freedom?

Just like now.

Cry if you want to cry, laugh if you want to laugh.

She walked in front, and he walked behind. She marveled at the beauty of this dream, because she could embrace the sunset with her outstretched arms.

And if perhaps one day they can truly live here, then even if it's still just a dream, they should be content, because they will no longer have to worry about the sky suddenly collapsing, because when they look up, all they will see is the magnificent sunlight.

She turned her head, her long hair flying in the wind.

Then suddenly.

She rushed over and hugged the guy.

She could clearly sense his surprise, but she felt an extraordinary happiness, a happiness that seemed to belong to someone else entirely.

"Actually, I was terrified during that time. I didn't care about death, because the end of fate always leads there. But I was afraid you would ignore me, so I could only follow behind you... I didn't dare to talk to you, I didn't dare to look you in the eye, but I didn't dare to leave you either. I was afraid you would do something foolish and suddenly leave..."

She buried her face in his chest, and the front of his shirt gradually became damp.

That was perhaps the most painful, fearful, and lonely period of her entire life.

Those increasingly numb eyes, that desolate and silent expression, that instant as he leaped past her, that indifference and coldness, left her in pain and bewildered.

Even if you blame me.

They hit and verbally abused me.

Even if you kill me...

Please don't ignore me anymore.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I'll never do it again."

Lynn hugged the girl tightly in his arms, his eyes were red and swollen, and the choked sobs in his arms were like the last echo left to him by the years.

Time flows by day after day, watching the sunset and the sunrise.

Every day seemed so wonderful.

Every day is filled with laughter.

It's as if they've truly forgotten those shadows, those worries, and those bad things.

She said she wanted to write another book, and in that book, her protagonist would still be that little black and white raccoon dog. It would have a new adventure in a new world, and nothing could defeat it. Whether it was snakes or earthworms, bears or cats, it would always be happy. It would face the sunrise and treat every day as the most important day of its life.

So she sat back down at her little desk, got her quill pen back, tapped her head, and pondered deeply.

Sometimes he would furrow his brow, sometimes he would pout, and then, as if he had just thought of something, his eyes would light up, and he would pick up a quill pen and start writing furiously.

And beside her.

There will always be that big cat with her, because that's the protagonist in her stories.

"Hey!! Give me back my quill!! I was just getting to the exciting part!! You bad cat!! You bad Lynn!! Don't run away!!"

Lynn, now in a polite manner, leaped off the desk in a flash, leaving two plum blossom marks on the draft. With a quill pen in her mouth, she nimbly and swiftly dashed out the door and rushed towards the corner of the corridor.

Behind him, the female writer, whose writing had been interrupted, laughed and scolded, flipping over her chair, and chased after him with great enthusiasm.

You run ahead.

She chased after her.

Even after turning into a cat, Lynn couldn't help but chuckle to herself. With her big cat eyes wide open in a mischievous grin, she excitedly stepped onto the wall and dashed out around the corner of the corridor in a very smooth motion.

He could still hear the writer's shouts coming from behind him.

"Hey!! Hey!! You stinky Lynn! No pranks! Don't take my pen!! Hurry up and give me back my quill!!"

Lynn couldn't help but lower his fluffy head, suppressing his laughter and humming softly. He was as happy as a real cat, licking his paws in a cute and endearing manner, as if he had just pulled off a prank, waiting for the exasperated writer behind him to come and grab him.

But suddenly.

The corridor fell silent, as quiet as a life lived in solitude.

It was as if only that voice still echoed here, yelling at him, "You bad cat!"

Give me back my quill pen!

He stopped licking his paws.

He seemed to pause for a moment.

Then he turned his head and looked at the empty corner of the corridor behind him.

……

……

Everything happened so suddenly.

Under the rising sun and in the azure sky, a gentle breeze drifted in through the window, lifting the large curtains and causing the pages of manuscript paper to flutter across the empty desk.

On the title page of that book was a large raccoon dog, so adorable, with eyes like amber.

The roof is so high.

The raccoon sat there alone, letting out loud cries, but in the days that followed, it seemed no one ever answered him again.

He was holding that quill pen in his mouth.

But he seemed to keep shouting, meowing and crying at the sky.

"Give me back my quill!"

"Give me back my quill!!"

"I've returned it to you..."

"Give it back to me..."

……