Another World: My life is on the hook!

That moment was like a twist of fate. When Lynn intercepted that voice, all his past experiences and speculations seemed to echo in his mind in an instant.

The ruler of flesh and blood, the ancient gods, the war that fought to the death and never retreated, a war long since annihilated in history, the raven... he...

Everything he had experienced seemed to connect at this moment, making him feel a suffocating sensation almost subconsciously.

because.

He recognized him.

Because that voice... it was his.

……

For a long time, Lynn stood there in a daze, watching the flock of ravens that streaked across the sky disappear into the distance.

And he finally realized that before he truly began his life in the future, he, as a raven, had a life and experiences in the distant past that had long been forgotten.

"I thought that raven wasn't me."

"Or rather, I thought there were many ravens."

His voice carried a hint of bitterness.

"Zuo Zuo, it seems we are really going to witness a sad chapter in history."

Zuo Zuo stared at his expression, momentarily stunned.

Lynn did not linger there for long. He detached himself from the raven's body, spread his wings and soared, once again breaking free from the torrent of time, tracing back to the years to come.

This time, however, he found a clear goal.

Following the trajectory of his destiny.

When he arrived at another point in time, the scene they witnessed once again confirmed his suspicions.

It seemed to be several months after the time they had just descended, in the deep North Sea, that they once again witnessed the gathering of those ancient gods. Their gathering was very secretive, and many of them did not come in their true forms, but only as a wisp of their consciousness or an incarnation. Compared to the previous few months, their membership had clearly increased further.

They seemed to be waiting for something.

Each of the Old Gods was unusually quiet, and even those who would often descend into chaos and grotesque distortions were now maintaining a rare clarity.

What are they waiting for?

At that very moment, as the long cry of a raven pierced the barrier, it seemed as if they had finally found their leader. All the ancient gods gathered there raised their heads at once, their eyes flashing with urgent light.

He hovered above the heads of the gods.

When he descended, the black feathers transformed into a robe, and when he opened his eyes, Lynn could clearly see his face hidden beneath the black mist.

In an instant, Zuo Zuo instinctively covered her mouth, her big eyes filled with disbelief and trembling.

She had already transformed into human form and was hiding there with Lynn.

Because that person...

"It's...it's about sticking your head out..."

Lynn didn't say a word; he just quietly gazed at him from afar, at the past that existed countless years ago.

And how could you not know yourself?

Even if you are separated by endless years, even if you have experienced completely different lives, even if in some sense you are similar to him, you are not much closer to him than you are to that great king.

But he is still you, the you from the distant past.

"Big brother..."

In that instant, Lynn saw the fervor in the eyes of those powerful Old Gods; they all knelt before him on one knee, some prostrating themselves, others bowing their heads.

Their voices were warm, conveying both trust and the feeling of a long-awaited reunion between family and close friends. Many of the Old Gods watching him had moist eyes and smiling faces. For a moment, Lynn even seemed to see something incredibly familiar in their eyes.

"You've finally come to see me!"

They were excited, but could only keep their voices down.

Each of them was twisted and grotesque beyond description, yet the genuine emotions in their eyes were no less than those of any human being.

The boy looked at them, but he didn't respond. He just clenched his fist and whispered.

"This great fall has ended. A total of seventy-two demigods and hundreds of world-class beings were contained. Like you, the mechanisms of Hell have all driven them to their roots. Compared to the previous era, the number has increased once again. From the moment they fell, this glorious era that lasted for hundreds of thousands of years has come to an end."

No one spoke; all the ancient gods fell silent.

Or rather.

numbness.

Because they have witnessed more than one great fall; they have come step by step from that more distant past, witnessing the resounding end of one era after another.

"Where's Old Seven?"

The boy suddenly asked.

"He couldn't hold on."

The nearest ancient god spoke in a voice that was old and weary.

"I'm sorry... we were unable to contact you. Before the Great Fall began, the curse within him stirred up again. He was too old, having survived one era after another. When we found him, we only saw his remains. He had been... assimilated by Hell."

A deathly silence spread once again.

Or rather, it wasn't just him; many of them, many of the elderly who had once received his grace, had succumbed to the ravages of time and curse, becoming part of this hell.

And that is their fate.

No one exists forever. In this hell, you will eventually be worn down little by little, and in the torment of imprisonment, you will be completely reduced to bones.

"We can't hold on any longer, brother."

All the ancient gods raised their heads and looked at the young man who had never aged in countless years.

“You made us wait…and we’ve been waiting…we’ve survived one major fall after another, but when will it finally end? And even if we can go back one day, everything will have changed, we’ll have already…already…”

Many people were grieving, many wept uncontrollably, and many sobbed in suppressed voices.

They were all once powerful figures who dominated their respective regions. Even in this hellish place, among all the sources, they were at the very top of the pyramid.

But it seems that only in front of this boy do they truly reveal their real emotions.

"almost."

The boy stared at them, remaining silent for a long time.

“I will not forget my promise to you. Even if I die, I will bring your bones back home. But we must wait... we must wait for the right time. Otherwise, even if I can complete my plan, we will never be a match for those prison guards, not to mention... the mistress is hanging over our heads.”

He walked up to them, passing by them one by one, looking at their old age and frailty.

He looked up and took a deep breath.

“Many of you were trained by me, and I... will not and do not want to break my promise to you.”

……