Another World: My life is on the hook!

An endless wilderness.

Countless ancient gods trembled and turned their heads. When the long cry of a raven pierced through time, those who had been waiting finally saw the appearance of the boy they trusted.

On that burning earth, on that battlefield where countless ancient gods and roots gathered, those ancient gods raised their heads, and the fervor and hope in their eyes when they saw their elder brother appear was as if they had found their faith and the mainstay of their lives.

But they didn't know that the body contained another soul.

that moment.

When Lynn took human form, as he gazed at the ancient gods who were excitedly crowding towards him, he seemed to see, in a daze, his family who had once belonged to him in Black City.

"We knew you would come back!"

"The war has begun! We have gathered all the sources of hell!"

"Brother! For countless years! We have finally waited for this day! If no one else can do it, then let us break through this winter!! We will fight to the death!"

When that roar echoed through the sky.

Lynn stood for a long time amidst the charging crowd. He raised his head, but his eyes were dry and bloodshot. He saw countless jailers gathering above the high black mist, and he saw the bone-chilling cold sky.

The ending could have been changed.

But for the sake of that more distant future, you once again dragged this ending back to its past trajectory.

You are in this past.

You brought about that betrayal that you yourself brought about.

"Left left..."

"This is history, this is the history we see. He was watching us back then. It was we... who extinguished the spark of revolution..."

The outcome of this war was already predetermined.

Lynn controlled the body of the raven he had descended into, and endured the agony of blood and fire. Countless old gods rushed forward, only to be crushed countless times.

Their corpses fell to the earth, and their blood stained the sky red.

Those companions whom he called family in this era also died one after another and fell into ruin in this great revolution.

that moment.

When Lynn returned to the outside of time, he could no longer contain his emotions. In that dream of order, he knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, his pupils trembling violently, his body soaked in cold sweat. Even the dream that was created by his will seemed to collapse violently because of his turmoil.

"Head! Head!"

Zuo Zuo transformed into human form and hugged him tightly, tears streaming down her face.

"We've already committed so many sins, so no matter what, we have to move forward!! If this is all we have to go through, then we'll pay for it all later! We've already run out of options!"

Because what can you possibly change?

You must observe history with a detached perspective.

For the sake of that correct future direction, even if you have to get involved yourself, you must make sure to bring about that correct outcome.

Because even the slightest pity or reluctance could cause you to lose everything in an instant.

Lynn hugged the tearful Zuozuo, suppressing the turbulent emotions churning within him, clenching his teeth, and gazing at the ever-collapsed dreamscape.

“I know, this is my sin.”

Aiwen's older brother took the blame for all the evils of that era.

But those are experiences that must be endured.

Fate will make him experience them all, without exception.

And they had no choice but to become the very things they once hated. From the moment he decided to no longer accept the Great Destruction, he had already embarked on this lonely and delusional path.

……

When he descended upon history once more, the war had already come to an end.

Corpses scattered across the starry sky, limbs and severed arms littering the earth—this momentous revolution and resistance has finally come to an end. Like many revolutions and resistances in distant history, it will soon be forgotten in the mists of time, never to be mentioned again.

He stood tall on the earth, surrounded by desolation and ashes.

And this time.

He met the painter.

When that azure figure appeared beside him, Lynn remained silent for a long time, and she did not utter a word either.

"Why did you only show up now? Did you know it would end like this? Did you know that I would change all of this?"

The azure figure stood beside him, and when she looked up, her eyes were calm.

"No, I only found out much later that it was you from the future who adjusted the present history. Ever since time travel became possible, history has been constantly changing. And I also know that sometimes, even if you don't want to, you have to get involved to correct the history here to its predetermined trajectory."

Just as as long as the result is correct, the process can change however it may.

Lynn remained silent.

When did you come from?

The blue figure said:

"The time when I brought you to Ghost Alley."

Lynn turned her head and looked at her face, but she couldn't see any emotion on her face; she remained as calm as ever.

Lynn took a deep breath, a hint of self-mockery in his voice, yet unable to hide the disillusionment in his eyes.

"So what happened after that?"

The blue figure said:

"It's up to you."

Lynn understood what she meant, just as he had long known the cruelty of history after experiencing all of this.

Lynn looked into her eyes.

"You'll take his body with you, won't you? Actually, my birth was his destruction."

The blue figure said calmly:

“You didn’t kill him, did you? But sometimes erasing all memories can be more cruel than death for a person, but it’s necessary because after endless years, a new raven will be born in Ghost Alley. He will know nothing, he will have a new life, and he will have new experiences.”

"And let the past be the past forever."

The howling wind swept past their figures, like a funeral procession standing on the other side of history.

Lynn did not say goodbye.

But as he turned to leave, the figure called out to him.

When did you come from?

Lynn did not turn around, nor did she answer.

The azure figure's gaze fell upon his back, and said:

“I will soon begin my plan. I will protect you in hell until you become who you are now. This is not our first meeting, but if we both share a common goal, I hope you can understand me. So if I have done anything to you... I am sorry.”

Lynn lowered his head and whispered:

"You've said this more than once."

"Where are you going?"

"Go where you need to go."

Lynn is gone.

His figure gradually disappeared at the edge of the earth. She stared at him for a long time, as if in a daze his back overlapped with the figure she had been waiting for. She clenched her fist tightly.

……

It was as if fate had ordained it. Lynn returned to the rift valley once again, carrying with him the countless bones, the blood, and the mangled remains.

It was as if, in a daze, he remembered the figure he had seen standing here for so long in the past illusion. At that time, he had glimpsed history, but he did not understand that experience. When he returned here again, he suddenly realized that it was the fruit he had sown in the past.

Lynn lowered his head and sat there, as if he had been sitting for a thousand years.

For an eternity, he gazed at the skeletons, at the broken remnants and stubbornness that remained on them, all of which had died because of his interference.

His hunched back stretched far into the distance against the backdrop of the canyon in the dim candlelight.

"If I could... I really wish you were back then..."

He looked up blankly and said.

"It really can kill me."