Another World: My life is on the hook!

Having sown that seed, one bears the burden of sin.

As Lynn departed from that era, the sprouting spirits within his mangled body seemed to whisper, as if only in his presence could the turmoil, resentment, and pain find some solace and peace, just as even in their final moments, they still deeply believed in their elder brother.

He bit his lip, wanting to say something, but in the end he resolutely parted ways.

History has once again been dragged back onto the right track.

Because countless years later, the soul born from this broken body will eventually leave a profound mark on his destiny. Perhaps this is the cycle of cause and effect. You once killed all his elders, and countless years later, he will also cause a great upheaval in the City of Night, allowing you to experience the pain of loss as well.

And perhaps...

This is destiny.

……

Having left behind that bygone era, Lynn returned to the long river of time beyond that era. The Time Godhead in his hand constantly reminded him that in the more distant past and the more distant future, the invasion of the Time War was sweeping in once again, rumbling as if it were endless.

But this time, Lynn ignored him.

Because he knew that if you didn't strive to take that first step forward, this war would forever drag you into the mire of time, preventing you from making any progress.

And if you want to break this deadlock.

Then you can only go against the grain and find the outcome you want in that constant future.

He followed the river of time, heading towards the future.

The black flames that he attached to beyond those future years also received his summons. They were like a black tide that blotted out the sky, constantly converging towards his will.

"Head, where are we going?"

Lynn said in a deep voice.

"The End of Time".

……

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At the very end of that colorful river of time, as Lynn approached, his eyes reflected one familiar figure after another.

One nightmare after another, and an endless swarm of nightmares, filled the horizon of your vision like a locust swarm.

As if they had known he would appear, one after another, the pitch-black pillars of the end, like the tolling of doomsday bells, stretched across the end of time, while the black-robed leader still smiled as before, like a phantom floating in the wind, blocking his path.

“I knew you would come, because you are not in a position of advantage in this war of time, and the fastest way to change all of this is to start this final battle as soon as possible.”

Lynn's gaze was sharp as a knife as he said:

"I wasn't quite sure what benefits this unlimited intrusion would bring you, but now I think I understand a little."

"It is indeed a clever plan. By taking advantage of the small boosts I give to the ravens with each of my arrivals, and then accumulating them little by little, I can cause a series of small, unchangeable changes in history. Whether the changes are good or bad, as long as history changes, it will be a victory for me."

Cutting meat with a dull knife.

In those imperceptible moments, the weight of this change accumulates.

And perhaps if you are not careful, by the time you realize it, all of this has already accumulated to a point where it can trigger a qualitative change and deal you a heavy blow.

"But I still don't quite understand, so what can be done even if it's like this?"

Lynn remained indifferent and calm.

"You can change history, and I can change it back just as easily. What's the point of this endless cycle?"

The man in black robes smiled and whispered:

"To be honest, Lynn, setting up a scheme against you is not easy at all, because you can detect even the slightest flaw in an instant, so I dare not be careless either. But you will understand, because we are both racing against time. You are trying your best to understand the essence of the end, and I am doing everything I can to stop you."

"What we're competing for now is who can reach the finish line first before you rush into this end of time."

Linn said nothing.

He slowly reached out and drew the long sword from his waist, its black flames burning fiercely as if it were an inextinguishable aura.

The black-robed man's gaze grew increasingly gentle.

"You want to take a gamble, right?"

Lynn slowly closed his eyes, stroking the knife in his hand. The essence of the black fire burned fiercely, just like his heart.

Do you think I can win?

The figure in black robes smiled and said:

"You can win endlessly elsewhere, but here, you will fail."

Lynn's expression remained calm, showing no sign of emotional fluctuation. He simply stroked his knife, then released his grip, and the blade fell into the void beneath his feet, transforming into a burning black flame.

Then he opened his eyes.

"Maybe."

"But I've had enough of the restrictive fighting of the past, and I've almost forgotten how this war should be fought."

As the longsword fell to the ground, his eyes collapsed into a black abyss, as if a surging fountain of blood had suddenly gushed from the deepest part of his pupils, soaking into the dream of order.

call--

The moment Lynn unleashed the black fire from his dream, what appeared before them was no longer the white-haired figure, but a pitch-black fire domain stretching into the endless void!

Just as it represented the burning essence of rage, at that moment its size was so enormous that it blotted out the sky, and even all the Nightmare Demons couldn't help but retreat in unison, looking at the terrifying natural disaster with fear and dread, as if what appeared before them at this moment was no longer Lynn, but their terrible master.

Burning, destruction, silence, the end.

And until this moment.

Only then did they truly understand that Lynn was no longer comparable to beings of their level. From the moment he sublimated into black fire, from the moment he stepped toward that end, he had already become, in fact, the Darkest Calamity who could stand in the same dimension as their master.

that moment.

The mere sight of them filled them with fear, making them want to crawl on their knees.

"Come, let's fight."

Lynn's voice was as cold as frost.

……

This war was a test, or rather, a test of Lynn's accumulated experience in these wars of time, and a way for him to vent the hatred he had built up over the past.

In the war of time, he dared not act recklessly, lest he touch that fragile timeline.

But here, he had no more scruples.

Because at this level of warfare, it's no longer a clash of swords or a breakthrough of techniques, but a true conceptual level where the weak remain weak and the strong remain strong. If you can't withstand the impact of this concept, no matter how many fancy moves you have, you will be crushed.

This battle spanned the endless void.

It was also a public challenge that represented the culmination of Lynn's lifelong repression and hatred.