Another World: My life is on the hook!

By the time Lynn realized what he was doing, it was too late.

His expression changed drastically, and he was about to cross the void to intercept him in an instant, as if it were a hazy dream, as if everything in front of him had turned into noise at this moment.

And this moment.

Lynn also understood the real reason why they chose this place as the battlefield.

Because in that distant memory.

In the past, he would soon, at some point, warp across to the star system closest to this region. That's right, they were holding him back, or rather, they were waiting for this moment, not giving him any chance to react, making him focus all his attention on the war against them.

Lynn's pupils dilated, and everything seemed to slow down.

And just as he said.

It is true that all it takes to kill a person is one bullet.

That depends on...

When and where you precisely... fire that deadly bullet.

hum-

As if in that moment of daze, the "bullet" deviated from its course, and the azure figure that had rushed over at some unknown time blocked the dark trajectory. The black aura of the end was like an indestructible arrow, easily piercing and annihilating her surging chaotic colors, piercing through her blocking hands, and at the same time passing through her body.

But it was precisely because of that momentary obstruction that the "bullet" that was aimed at your past was altered in trajectory.

At this great distance.

In the vast, endless void.

Even the slightest angle will be magnified in this boundless space, causing the deviation to disappear into the distant void.

"painter!!"

……

……

Almost simultaneously, that figure from the past traversed a long leap and descended into the dark depths of space.

He was suddenly stunned, as if a momentary palpitation made his hair stand on end, and he abruptly turned his head.

"Head, what's wrong with you? Is that projection of the calamity catching up with you?!"

"No, that's not right."

"It's...something else."

Because his mask was vibrating, giving him a hint, and that was a sign of time intrusion.

……

……

A silent, pitch-black void.

With his head full of white hair, Lynn gritted his teeth and broke through the battle line as quickly as possible, helping the blue-clad figure to her feet.

Without a doubt, that attack, though seemingly insignificant, was actually extremely terrifying, just like the one he launched against Lynn. If he didn't use it, he wouldn't use it; but once he did, it was sure to be a killing move.

Not to mention, this attack was a deadly move that was built up and unleashed with the intention of completely annihilating his past self!

"I'm fine, don't worry about me."

The painter was panting, his azure body seemingly greatly affected by the blow, the azure color flowing over him appearing to be uncontrollably transforming into chaotic colors.

On the other side of the void, colossal pillars of the end formed the curtain of time, with nightmare demons standing beside him, creating an indescribable scene.

The figure in black robes looked in this direction from afar, his gaze seemingly fixed on the painter's blurred face, or perhaps expressing regret for this mishap.

"What a pity."

he laughed.

"But there will be plenty of other opportunities, won't there? And next time, you might not be so lucky."

He turned around, and the rift in time rumbled open before him.

Just like his style of doing things, everything he does is in service of the final goal, and there is no point in continuing to fight here. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, because soon, his past self will step into the ruins of the Battle of Heaven.

But just as he was about to leave, he paused and turned back slightly.

“Lynn, I’m really looking forward to our final battle at the end of time. If you really make it that far, then maybe… I’ll be your last opponent on this path.”

He smiled slightly, looking completely nonchalant.

After he finished speaking, he stepped into that rift in time.

The demons behind him glared at Lynn with venom, but eventually followed the figure and left that point in time.

"Wait! We can't leave! The painter is severely injured! If we can kill her now, we can also change the course of the future! Do you hear me?!"

The Nightmare King struggled to his feet, roaring loudly as he tried to stop him.

But it's meaningless.

No one stayed behind; it was like a power shift where no one cared about the roar of a loser.

Lynn wanted to pursue him.

But the painter gripped his wrist tightly, stared at him, and shook his head vigorously.

"Don't chase."

"If you go now, you will truly face that calamity."

……

……

Lynn helped her up.

Gazing at that familiar figure, he was filled with indescribable emotions. Even though Lynn had been full of doubt and prejudice towards her back then, after experiencing the destruction of the world, she was now the first person besides Zuo Zuo that he could talk to.

How badly are you hurt?

"Fortunately, it didn't cause any fundamental damage, but once I return to my own point in time, I'll need to recuperate for a while."

The girl in pale blue released his hand and resumed her usual demeanor.

At that moment, Lynn was also in a daze.

Because he immediately understood that, unlike him, the painter could only descend into her original form each time, which meant that if she suffered any harm, all the injuries would remain with her at that point in time.

This is probably why, at that time, the painter was always seen as being in a state of chaos and slumber in the eyes of outsiders.

Because the future has taken away too much of her time.

"You've seen that guy, haven't you?"

Lynn asked, his eyes gleaming.

The painter calmly gazed in the direction where the crack disappeared and said:

"I've met him, but I don't know which time period it was. And you also need to understand that the war of time doesn't have a real beginning. As you keep going back to the past, you may meet me from different time periods, and the same goes for them."

"However, I don't actually know much about that guy. I only know that he should be the first of the seventy-two pillars of nightmare, or rather..."

She paused.

"His appearance replaced and occupied that position."

She reached out and covered her chest.

Although the wounds there had healed, she could still feel how terrifying that attack was.

But there was one thing she didn't tell Lynn.

Because if this attack had deviated even slightly, the force would likely have affected her future will, and might even have pierced through her will while simultaneously obliterating Lynn, who was thousands of miles away at this point in time.

"But one thing is for sure."

Her gaze fell on Lynn.

"He is probably the last agent of that calamity before it awakens. And do you know why I don't want you to go after him? Because I strongly suspect that, perhaps due to some limitation, he can only bring back this part of the power now. But if you really go to the end of time, then what you will face will not be the current him."