Another World: My life is on the hook!

And it seems that, just as he said, he wasn't really in a hurry to find out about the past from her, but at the same time, he also restricted her freedom—at least that's how it seemed to her.

"Let me go! I've already told you! I don't believe you! Fine! Even if I really believe you're from the future, and there is indeed a karmic connection between us, that's definitely something for the future. Besides, you won't tell me, so how will anyone know if we're friends or foes? And don't even think about getting anything you want from me!"

"Did you hear me clearly! If you want to kill me, then kill me! Why are you holding me captive?!"

"Hey! You bastard! Did you hear what I said?!"

But it was no use. Lynn held her wrist firmly, and no matter how much she struggled, it was futile.

He took him through one world after another.

At the beginning of this new world, everything was still a wasteland, and even if life had been born, it was just simple creatures.

Until he brought his shattered starry sky, they arrived in a world completely different from other planets.

Blue sky and white clouds, with snow drifting everywhere.

"Let's recover here."

Amidst the endless snow, Lynn sat on the snow-covered ground, as if he could vaguely see the towering spires at the end of the snow, and the air seemed to be filled with the power of elements and magic.

“Other worlds are newly formed and intelligent beings are rare, but this place is different. It is the only planet that spans the old and new worlds. For you, the more consciousness converges in a place, the more it can nourish the birth of spiritual energy within you.”

She sat on the ground, stunned, the heavy snow making it impossible for her to see his face clearly.

"I'll give you a thousand years."

He said.

"I will stay with you for a thousand years."

……

The absurdity of fate seemed to be fully displayed at this moment.

Even long afterward, she would still feel a sense of disorientation, because he had not lied to her. The sea of ​​consciousness formed by the countless beings in this world could indeed quickly restore the spiritual energy that had been depleted in her body, and at the same time, it could allow her to repair her damaged origin little by little.

But every time you open your eyes, you can see that figure sitting there cross-legged, day after day, year after year.

It's as if he truly waited for her through the years.

Although she tried to escape several times, he eventually caught her and brought her back. The reason was simple: her essence was severely damaged, and nowhere else was as good as this place.

"you like me?"

She hesitated and asked uncertainly.

"Or rather, you could date me someday? You know what, I do really like strong people. If it weren't for your face, I might actually consider it, even though you guys are just a bunch of dream illusions."

But Lynn remained seated cross-legged, motionless.

But he eventually gave her an answer.

"I didn't seduce you."

"you are not the type I like."

boom--

In a fit of rage, she threw a frozen stone at his head.

But what Lynn said was true. When they first met, they had a conflict, and by the time he finally considered her a friend he could trust, it was too late to salvage the situation.

Time flies by.

But this heavy snow seems to permeate every year.

And her strength gradually returned, but the only thing that bothered her was that every time she opened her eyes, he was still there. You could even see the stone you had thrown on his shoulder many years ago. He seemed like a dead man, someone who could sit there motionless for many years. It was terrifying.

But when she tried to escape.

"Go back, I'm awake."

That voice sounded like a ghost, sending chills down her spine.

This feeling was extremely unpleasant, because in the outside world, she was a witch who was used to freedom. Who wouldn't tremble at the mention of her name, and who wouldn't kneel down and lick her feet under her manipulation?

But in front of this man, she felt this intense sense of being restrained for the first time, which made her angry, but she couldn't beat him.

"You crazy person!!"

"First of all, let me tell you, I don't know you! And if you really want to get those things from me, then just take matters into your own hands! With your abilities, so what if you enslave me?! You sit here blocking my way every day, are you out of your mind?!"

Lynn remained silent, like a rock.

But this only made Dreamweaver even angrier and more anxious, because if she had actively found this place and then devoted herself to restoring it for ten thousand years, it wouldn't be something she couldn't accept.

But this feeling of being kept at home was something she simply couldn't stand.

"Okay! I'll tell you! I've got it!"

She pointed angrily at Lynn's nose.

"If we ever have any karmic consequences in the future, don't think I won't get my revenge! I'll definitely hang you up and beat you, you little brat, so you can experience what it's like to play tricks on me! Don't think I can't handle it then!"

But it makes no sense.

Gradually, after her impotent rage, she eventually had no choice but to accept it.

Because it's meaningless, because that guy won't get angry, won't give you any reaction, like a rope, a sticky lump of slime, which provides you with no value other than making you angry.

But she eventually found an opportunity.

It was on a day when her psychic powers had recovered to a great extent that she finally managed to briefly escape his surveillance through her inner sea.

The instant she broke free, she reverted to her former arrogance and ruthlessness as an evil witch, for she had found a way to accelerate her recovery: by directly devouring and raising countless living beings, forcing them to continuously supply her with their spiritual energy.

She also sensed that many intelligent beings had been born on other planets beyond this world.

that day.

She laughed as she went on a killing spree.

He devoured countless souls into his body, treating them as his slaves.

To her, these holy spirits were mere illusions of a dream; their lives and deaths were meaningless to her, just as you wouldn't care about the life or death of some ants, and so she was.

But it was on that very day that she indulged in her feast and spread evil everywhere.

He found her.

That was also the first time he truly took action against her. He directly pulled out all the souls she had enslaved, forcibly dug them out of her body, restored everything to its original state, and then threw her back into her original world once again.

"What? Isn't this also history?"

She looked at him with a cold smile.

"I'm doing things my own way. You're interfering with me, so aren't you changing history? You're just a bunch of empty phantoms, you'll die sooner or later anyway, so what if I devour you? Do you think even someone like you would care about this?"

She received no reply, only the sound of her heavy breathing.

But she thought that perhaps nothing would change.

But the next day.

He jolted her awake from her cultivation and recovery, and even when she thought he was finally going to be her opponent, or finally going to do evil to her, he did not.

He led her into the human world, through its ups and downs.

To them.

A mortal's life is so short; perhaps only a few decades are enough to experience birth, aging, sickness, and death.

She gradually understood his intentions, but she still sneered.

"Oh? I see. What? You want to change me? You want me to empathize with these insects? But don't you think that's ridiculous? The strong get stronger, the weak get weaker, the law of the jungle prevails, and everything is taken from us. This is an unchanging law. If they are powerful, they can also take revenge on me. If they are not as powerful as me, then they should be controlled and despised by me."

"Moreover, they are all just a bunch of phantoms."