Another World: My life is on the hook!

When Lynn saw this, he already understood everything that was about to happen.

He opened his eyes heavily, while Zuo Zuo's eyes were already trembling. She finally understood the cause and effect of everything, those old phantoms, that ancient war of the gods that had long become history, and the experience that had troubled them for a very long time.

"So...it was after that...that he led the rebellion of the entire hell, and it was he...who single-handedly started that doomed...Old War?"

Because they already know what happened afterward.

The resistance was suppressed.

Almost all the old gods were slaughtered.

Their corpses transformed into countless stars above the black mist.

And just like everything that has happened in history, no one in later generations remembers it.

Lynn said heavily, "Now I finally understand why Avril stayed out of the world for so long, and why she eventually... broke with her mother."

Because she had no choice.

Time has buried too much of the past's heaviness, and only those who remember it know the weight of it all.

Because it depends on whether you choose to remain true to your original beliefs or turn your back on those you love most.

Lynn stared at his palm, speechless for a long time.

"And he chose this perilous path."

Zuo Zuo raised her hand, trembling, and said:

“We already know the ending! But I still don’t understand, who killed him? Do you remember his head? In the phantoms of the past we saw, even at the very end, he didn’t appear; instead, it was…”

She couldn't continue.

Because without a doubt, the white-haired man they saw in that historical illusion could not possibly be him now.

And the only possibility, the answer is already obvious...

The white-haired man back then was... was...

Lynn's eyes reflected what lay ahead, as if he were facing a huge, inescapable fate.

"He will definitely die."

"Because if he were still here, how could I possibly appear? And even if it wasn't death, it would probably be almost the same as death."

Because he is bound by an extremely strong causal chain, although it has been interrupted by countless years, this connection cannot be erased. He is who he is, and there is no doubt about that.

So what exactly happened in the end?

Who brought him to an end in this life? And who caused him to fail to appear in the great battle to come?

Lynn's gaze was turbulent as he stared for a long time at the undulating waves below.

at last.

"let's go."

He leaped out, transforming into a phantom of that time, and left his body.

There's no point in staying here any longer.

He wanted to go to that future, to witness that history firsthand, or rather, he hoped the painter could give him an answer, an answer about his past, about the outcome of his interrupted destiny.

Far away, Lynn stood amidst the swirling clouds and mist, watching his past self leap into the air.

He was completely unaware of anything.

It's impossible to imagine that he, from countless years later, had once visited this place and that his presence had descended upon him.

Lynn watched him walk away from afar.

After reading about his experiences and memories, it would be impossible not to feel something. As he once said, if it weren't for the arrival of that calamity that completely changed the world, the painter and the group of prison guards she led would be the dark cloud hanging over all of them.

that moment.

Lynn tears through time, ready to step into the more distant future.

He was deep in thought, reflecting on everything he had experienced.

But in that instant, as if sensing something and being startled, he almost subconsciously turned around. When he looked sharply in the direction the raven had left, he saw the pollution surging out from the rift in the torn spacetime.

Those cracks that tore apart time are like a hideous flow of darkness.

hum-

It was almost an instant.

As Lynn's pupils contracted sharply, the massive, black hand, like a dark cloud pressing down on the sky, crushed towards his past self amidst the ripples of time, without any warning.

"Head!!"

Zuo Zuo was shocked and reminded him.

At that moment, the wind seemed to stop.

Just like the towering waves, they no longer surge.

The raven hovered there in the high sky, as if a gentle breeze was blowing through its hair. A wisp of hair on its forehead broke in two and drifted into the dark sea below. When it touched its cheek, the icy water seeped into its fingertips.

A drop of blood fell.

But he could see nothing; time had blinded him, like a person in a painting who couldn't see the brushstrokes beyond the canvas.

For right before him, amidst the ripples of turbulent time, the raging black fire was like a ferocious beast. Lynn's long hair flew wildly, his gaze as cold as frost, and the rampaging black flames crisscrossed his fists, catching the killing blow that came from beyond time.

"So you've always been here."

He vaguely heard that gentle, ink-like voice coming from the crack.

A gentle breeze stirred the passage of time, and the figure in black robes, stepping through the cracks, appeared slowly in the high sky like a dancing phantom.

"It seems you are indeed here."

The figure smiled.

boom----

Under the burning black flames, the pitch-black giant hand exploded with a deafening roar, and the surging power that spread out fluttered his robes wildly.

Lynn stopped, his gaze fixed on the figure, black flames surging.

"As expected, you can see through my cause and effect. The last three thousand years weren't enough, you actually tracked me here. What, are you going to attack again?"

The figure in black robes slowly said:

“Ravens are eternal, immortal and ageless. And since you are also a raven, you must have your own karma in this distant past. So how could I not come?”

Lynn's expression was icy as she confronted him from a distance.

Just now.

He forcibly manipulated time and interfered with the spacetime here, thus preventing his past self from being affected.

"Since that's the case, then let's make our move and see if you really have the strength to fight me."

Lynn's gaze was sharp as a knife.

The figure in black robes seemed to smile; he moved like a phantom.

“He is going to die. If I can finish him off myself, it might not be a bad thing, because compared to his fate afterward, it might be a relief for him.”

But Lynn didn't say anything more to him.

Lynn drew his sword in an instant, leaping into the air like a hawk soaring through the sky. The long, black sword in his hand was engulfed in flames as he launched a fierce attack on the figure in black robes.