Another World: My life is on the hook!

Lynn frowned; he certainly understood what the painter meant.

Because if that guy can really use that calamity as a backing and mobilize His source that represents the end, then going there would truly be like walking into a trap.

But this reminded Lynn once again of the point that had always puzzled him.

"How exactly did they cross this river of time?"

He hesitated.

This is something he has never understood.

Because to go back to the past, there is no doubt that time is necessary as a medium.

Like the Time Godhood, or the power of the Firstborn, how were they able to bypass all of this and launch these time wars against the entire past history?

The painter, with a calm expression, said:

"They didn't go around it."

Lynn was taken aback.

"what do you mean……"

The painter gazed into the distant void, his eyes seemingly able to traverse the long, winding river.

"Time transcends everything, Lynn. Whether in this dream or in the outside world, it has never ceased. Just as every law corresponds to a god, time also has its eternal controller. It's just that at some point, that controller changed to you."

Lynn immediately thought of the person who had severed the river of time in the original timeline.

And it is precisely because of his existence that this history has been created.

But he.

It was never the true master of time.

this moment.

A terrifying truth gradually emerges.

"The Time God-King still exists."

It wasn't the phantom he encountered that revived from time, but the one who truly controlled the entire flow of time... the Lord of Time.

Lynn's breathing became slightly rapid.

The painter remained silent for a while, then said:

"I can only guess this way, because I don't know how you in the original timeline managed to reshape the river of time, but if it's just this one in your hand now... I don't think it has enough power to do such a miracle."

Her gaze fell on the divine spark hovering above Lynn's head.

Because compared to the vast river of time.

If it were merely a divine status, it would be rather insignificant.

Lynn immediately recalled the limitations this divine spark had imposed on him after the Great Cataclysm. As the laws receded, even this divine spark was greatly affected, and it was unable to even contain the decline within the quill pen.

"The one I have is fake."

"No, in this dream, it should be real, but it cannot represent the entirety of time. In that truly larger scope, which includes the outside world and everything, there should be such a... true god of time."

The painter's gaze was reflected on his cheek.

"And that one was the instigator that caused all of this history to repeat itself."

……

……

It took Lynn a long time to slowly digest this huge conjecture.

Because if their guess is true, then it is very likely that in the original timeline, he severed his primordial status after obtaining the true Godhood of Time, and then began the reenactment of the entire history.

"If that's the case, then there was probably a war that we didn't foresee at that time."

Lynn felt short of breath.

That was a struggle for control of time.

Furthermore, considering the influence of the Reincarnation God-King on this path, it would be very difficult for Lynn to determine whether he, in the original timeline, had actually joined forces with the Reincarnation God-King to launch an attack against the Time Controller.

Because if all of this is true.

That seems to explain everything.

"In the original timeline, you joined forces with reincarnation to seize control of time, thereby replaying the entire past history and giving birth to the path we have today."

The painter looked at him with a flicker in his eyes.

"But the Lord of Time cannot die, because He Himself represents time."

"And if you've been fighting for control at the end of time, then the return of those nightmares makes sense."

Because the God of Time once said that His greatest wish in this life was to see His own death.

Like reincarnation, He is attached to this path.

It's just for certain reasons.

His brother, His elder brother, the being who had sought liberation since countless years ago, at a certain moment, ceased to pursue this path leading to the end and death.

The two of them didn't exchange a single word for a long time.

A tremendous heaviness and oppression lingered in the void.

Ultimately, however, this was merely their speculation based on the existing clues.

Because none of them experienced it, and as they move forward on this correct path, the original history will be completely swept away by the wind and turned into smoke.

"There's not much point in speculating now."

The painter looked up.

"Perhaps when this river of time truly comes to an end, all the problems will be solved for you little by little, but in any case you must be prepared, because perhaps when you truly inherit that real Godhood of Time, another great danger awaits you."

Lynn clenched his fist, his eyes darting around.

"I understand."

After a long time, the two remained silent.

Or rather, they both had so many questions they wanted to ask each other, but they both knew that some things you can never get an answer from the other person until you've actually experienced them.

"The future...I won't be around anymore, will it?"

The azure figure didn't look at him, gazing at the distant void with a calmness that gave one a sense of oppression.

Because who wouldn't be curious about something they don't know about that hasn't happened yet?

But Lynn just stared at him without answering.

"I see."

The painter ultimately did not press the matter further, his tone remaining as calm as ever.

"Don't worry, I will erase this memory. After I return, I will not cause any unnecessary changes to the future history. Similarly, you don't need to ask me what happened in the war in the past. It's not that I don't trust you, but that you don't have my rationality."

Lynn did not deny it; he looked up and said:

"If they knew, wouldn't they want to change it?"

"I understand."

"But I still have a question I want to ask you."

"You said."

"how about you?"

Lynn turned his head and stared into those pale blue eyes.

"What is driving you? If this is the right path, what do you want from me? Because to be honest, even at the very end, I never trusted you."

Silence flowed among them.

The painter met his gaze, and neither of them looked away.

Lynn stared at her and said, "You think I can give the Great Khan a new life, is that right?"