Another World: My life is on the hook!

Lynn didn't speak, her gaze fixed on her past self.

It can be said that he had ample motivation to carry out this revolution and resistance. If he and the other person were the same person, then if it were me now, how would I win this arduous counterattack?

In terms of strength, if they were to confront each other head-on, there would be virtually no hope of winning.

The gap is too large.

But since he did it...

That would necessarily mean that he had made sufficient preparations in some aspect, and that these preparations were enough for him to go all out.

But what should he do?

In the mountains where the ravens roost, the merging of souls continues, with golden veins linking them together. This connection originates from their shared souls, and the power of the Firstborn is like a flowing spring, constantly nourishing each raven.

After regaining their power, they would mechanically continue their work day after day, sowing the seeds of life, maintaining the existence of Hell, or providing power to the painter at this time to maintain the consolidation of the entire main universe and the vast mechanism established by this Hell...

Maintain...consolidate...

For an instant.

Lynn seemed to have thought of something, and his pupils dilated instantly.

"Could it be that……"

At that moment, Lynn's expression changed.

Because he had thought of a possibility, an extremely crazy method and possibility, so crazy that it even made people feel chills.

Yes, if it's really as he guessed.

He will definitely do that!

For that raven, given the current disparity in strength between itself and the enemy, if it were to proceed according to its planned strategy, it might indeed be possible to create a faint miracle in a desperate situation!

"Let's go! Zuo Zuo! Let's go to the future!"

Lynn gritted his teeth and leaped up.

"I think I know what he's trying to do!"

……

Lynn transformed into a raven that travels through time, constantly moving forward in the ever-flowing river of years.

His pupils trembled, and he repeatedly confirmed that possibility through his repeated deductions.

This is insane!

If that's the case, then he really does have a slight chance of overturning the order established by the jailer, or even the entire hell!

"You head! What's going on? Did you find something?!"

Zuo Zuo shouted loudly.

Lynn gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing, and flapped his wings, saying:

"As expected of me, even with different experiences and life paths, my personality hasn't changed at all! Now I finally understand, this really is a crazy scheme!"

Zuo Zuo got anxious and said:

"Come on! What are you keeping me in suspense for?! What's your plan?! Tell me already! I'm getting impatient!!"

Lin En said in a deep voice:

"Zuo Zuo, when it comes to the mind, if it has truly decided to disregard everything, then there is nothing that cannot be used."

Just like during the first upheaval in Night City, he disregarded everything, even risking that calamity, to confront the painter.

The key point this time lies in the raven.

He should have realized long ago that the raven colony was far too important to both the painter and the already chaotic group of jailers.

Because they need the Raven to stabilize the existence of Hell, and they need the power of the Firstborn to harmonize the chaotic power emanating from the Painter's unconscious, without this medium, the main universe would be virtually impossible for them to navigate.

In later generations...

He had long understood why Hell had been able to stand firm for so long.

Ravens form the foundation of Hell, and even the mechanism of the Great Purge and dragging people into Hell operates on the power of the Ravens' Firstborn.

So how did I destroy the raven?

What would happen if I could gather all the ravens in Hell at a certain crucial moment, and then detonate them all?

Lynn closed her eyes.

He almost immediately realized that outcome.

The immense power of the Firstborn transforms into a world-destroying force, causing Hell to lose its support and shatter completely in an instant. The fundamental opposition between the power of the Firstborn and the chaotic power of the Painter will also cause this force to transform into a monstrous wave, sweeping across the entire group of Hell's guards in an instant, and may even reverse and impact the Painter, causing this series of chain reactions of annihilation.

This is probably why he keeps merging his soul with those of the other ravens.

Because other ravens have no heart! They have no self!

In cases where the souls share the same origin.

If he really wants to do that, then it's definitely not an impossible thing.

Lynn opened his eyes and gritted his teeth, saying:

"If it were me, I would definitely do it, because if we succeed, we might actually win this seemingly impossible war and break through this cold sky!"

Zuo Zuo's eyes were pale as she said:

"This...this...but what about the painter? Even if the painter didn't see through his plan, even if he really succeeds, can this power really shake her?"

The painter's power needs no further explanation; she is a figure who has existed throughout history, and in this new world, she is the most terrifying chaotic being, second only to that calamity.

Lynn gritted his teeth and said:

"Under normal circumstances, it would indeed be unlikely, and that is probably why he has been patiently waiting, because he is waiting."

"Wait...wait for what?"

"Wait for the right opportunity, wait for the painter to fall into that uncontrollable chaos, and that... will be the start of this war!"

……

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Beneath the churning, dark sky, Lynn burst into this point in time. He suddenly descended inside the body of a raven, instantly raising his head to gaze at the oppressive black sky.

The deafening roar echoed across the entire sky, the black mist churned, and one could even vaguely see a corner of the sky that was visible, the border constantly shifting between chaotic colors and azure, and you could even hear the cries of despair and pain coming from the horizon.

"As expected... this is the moment he's been waiting for."

Lynn's pupils bulged as he gazed at the churning sky, as if it were the end of the world.

Countless ravens descended upon Hell, and the scattered groups of jailers, amidst the painter's intense emotional turmoil, also urgently appeared in the skies above Hell; you could even see their figures weaving through the black mist.

"The painter... what's wrong?"

Zuo Zuo asked, trembling.

Lynn looked up solemnly and said:

"She has been searching and waiting. Perhaps since the War of Heaven, she has been looking for the source of the Great Lord's disappearance. And if I am not mistaken... perhaps at this moment, she has finally learned the whole truth."

Maintaining stability is a difficult thing, let alone for a being of such a large scale as a painter.

Her obsession was too strong.

It could even be said that from the fall of the old world until now, through countless years, her only obsession has been waiting for the return of that great king.

But the reality is heavy and terrible.