Another World: My life is on the hook!

Lynn was almost terrified at that moment.

Because he already felt it.

The cause and effect have begun to spread.

But he eventually came up with a solution.

Before all of this completely collapses, let's go back to an earlier point in time and save the person who will cause all this historical change when this time war breaks out.

Lynn only dared to breathe a sigh of relief after doing all of this.

This seems simple.

But this is entirely because he still possesses the Time Godhood, as time grants him a certain degree of transcendence. If he didn't have the Time Godhood and could only perform monotonous time travel as before, then he would probably no longer be himself the moment he leaves that point in time.

Because he had done a similar experiment before.

He had managed to obtain a blood doll's indenture in the past and hid her away, and upon his return, the indenture was indeed there.

This means that, in fact, some things had already been changed by him at that time.

"We still need to be careful."

"However, this also shows that it was the right thing to do to pursue the Time Godhood back then. Even though it was a watered-down version, if it really didn't exist, it would have been a huge problem."

Lynn gasped for breath.

Because he dared to believe that if he hadn't noticed that slight change, he would have returned to his point in the future.

Then all of this might really be over.

More importantly, when he returned for the second time and found himself at the same point in time as his predecessor who had just arrived at this point, he felt the rumbling turbulence emanating from the river of time. It was an extremely terrifying and enormous interference, as if the appearance of multiple versions of himself from different periods at the same moment had created some kind of terrifying ripple effect.

Lynn even felt that if he repeated what he had just done a few more times, his will might collapse in an instant the next time he stepped into that spot.

This also served as a reminder to him.

"You can't have too many versions of yourself at the same time."

Lynn's gaze turned serious.

Because going back to the past is already a change. If you keep making changes and interfering in the same time period, then the river of time will turn around and erase you.

Because he is not yet the true master of time.

"But if that's the case, why did this happen this time, but not in any of the previous times? Didn't a past version of yourself always exist at the same time?"

He muttered to himself.

But he soon understood.

"No, before there were always two of me, but this time... there are three."

Lynn murmured.

Because he forgot, because he was a raven.

Although he knew that all the memories from Earth's time were fabricated, it did not mean that he did not exist more than 800 years ago.

"In other words, in fact, for me, I have existed since the moment that great lord released the raven. My life... is actually spanning the entire river of time."

Lynn muttered to himself.

And if that's the case.

What was his life like before he fell into hell?

This was also the first time he had ever been truly curious about his life before he fell into hell. The reason he hadn’t explored it before was because he had always thought of himself as a time traveler, a fallen person. When he later realized that his past memories might all be false, he felt bewildered but also relieved.

Because the truly precious part of his life was the latter half, when he fell into hell.

"What about before?"

This time, he did not dwell on the last few hundred or thousand years; his gaze turned to the even more distant past.

He transformed himself into a historian, constantly pursuing the future along his own path.

And he finally discovered the line that belonged to him.

Very vague.

But it truly has been moving forward, stretching from the past hundred years all the way to the extremely distant past.

But for a long time in between, it was extremely dark, as if he were on some kind of ambiguous trajectory similar to death, just like all those ravens that died.

He didn't linger at this stage, but rather seemed to be constantly tracing back.

The trajectory of this dark period was astonishingly long, spanning tens of thousands of years and hundreds of thousands of years. When he finally traced back the epic of those boundless years and returned to the early to middle period of the new world, he finally saw the cause and effect that belonged to him.

"Your head...so you mean, before you fell into hell, your head was...always dead?"

Zuo Zuo felt a chill run down her spine.

That's not death.

But about the same.

In other words, if we consider the raven of the past as part of his life, then he lost countless years in between. In fact, during this period, the raven community was still active behind the scenes of history, but he left the stage early.

"Let's go take a look."

Lynn's eyes flickered.

He randomly chose a time and, with Zuo Zuo, stepped off in an instant.

……

hum-

At that moment, when he suddenly opened his eyes, he found himself in the endless, distant past.

He spread his wings and took flight, but this time he discovered that the raven he had used as a vessel was actually alive, not a corpse.

That means that, in this era, the raven population had not actually been wiped out.

"This is...this is hell?!"

Zuo Zuo was shocked.

The sky was overcast, and black mist swirled, making it look like a desolate, apocalyptic land.

"No, it's not."

Lynn looked up and felt the oppressive atmosphere.

They were in a fragmented ancient city, and vaguely could be seen sitting slumped in various parts of the city, their eyes filled with gloom. In the very center of the city, a building that resembled a royal palace was reduced to ruins. And in various parts of this continent, there were also various destroyed areas.

The lingering scent emanating from those ruins allowed Lynn to vaguely touch upon certain aspects of the past.

"It is... disorder."

Lynn said in a deep voice.

Zuo Zuo was taken aback and asked, "Is it the War of Time? Or that calamity?"

"No,"

Lynn's gaze fell upon the shattered city.

"He's a jailer."

He concealed himself and stepped inside.

Everywhere you looked, there were dense crowds of people, but everyone's face was ashen, and their eyes were filled with fear and numbness, like walking corpses.

"Is this the order you speak of? Whether good or bad, whatever they have done, whether they are evil or saintly... in your eyes, must they all be erased?"

In the dilapidated palace near the city center, he saw a woman dressed in magnificent clothes.

She was covered in blood and filth, holding a child in her arms. She was smiling, but her cheeks were streaked with tears.

He slumped there, slumped over.

Not far in front of him was a figure completely shrouded in darkness and disorder.

"This is the law of the new world, and there will be no exceptions. Now that he has crossed that red line and become a demigod, he can no longer be above all living beings. For thousands of years, no one has been able to shake this rule."

"why?"

The woman said in a low voice.

The mottled bloodstains still remained on the ground, as if a bloody battle had recently taken place here.

"He is our king. He ascended to godhood for our survival! Do you know that just recently, he led our people to repel the attack from the interstellar beast horde? You ignored those mindless monsters, yet you insisted on killing a benevolent king!"

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with heartbreaking anguish.

"Just because he became what you call a demigod?! Just because he crossed that line in terms of power?!"

"You killed my husband..."

"If that's the case, why don't you kill us all too?!"

She trembled, tears dripping onto the ground.

The figure hidden in the chaos said indifferently:

"We protect all living beings."