Another World: My life is on the hook!

In that hazy illusion of time, he danced with black fire, fiercely fighting against those terrifying black figures. Opponents of that level were easily melted in his flames, but there was one figure in black robes who was evenly matched with him, and even suppressed him at one point.

She couldn't hear their conversation.

The ripples of time obscured so much, even making the war sometimes visible and sometimes blurred.

But in the end, he still defeated them.

As she rushed over, trembling, to help the battered figure to his feet, he gasped for breath, as if a vast, dark dream was about to spill from his eyes and drag him into that utterly devastating end.

"What's going on... What are you doing? What are you fighting with! And what are those... and what are those..."

But Lynn did not answer her.

For a long time after that, Lynn fell into a deep silence.

Sometimes, when she tried to get closer to him, her hand would pass right through his body, as if he didn't belong to this history or this time and space.

The body that carried him also seemed to have suffered greatly.

That day.

For the first time, she felt panic.

Because although she kept saying she didn't like this guy, she didn't hate him either, at least not now, a thousand years later.

She wanted to know what had happened to him; it was the first time she had ever wanted to take care of someone.

But she discovered...

She couldn't even do something so ordinary that would be commonplace for anyone else.

She could only wait.

Waiting day after day.

She didn't know whether it was something that happened in the future that affected him, or if there was something wrong with him that caused this terrible, disillusioning impact.

And finally, after a hundred days of anxious waiting.

Lynn's condition finally stabilized, the fire flowing on his body returned to his body, and the terrible, dark dream that seemed like the end was no longer in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm okay now."

His very first words infuriated Zhimeng.

She rushed over and shoved him to the ground. She sat on top of him, grabbed his collar, and raised her fist to hit him.

But she was panting and ultimately did not fall.

The corner of her eye.

There seemed to be traces of tears still remaining.

……

She told him that she had only ever cried for herself and never for anyone else. This was the first time, so she was very angry because it made her feel weak.

So we have to owe it.

He owed her this.

After hearing those words, Lynn remained silent for a long time, and no one knew what was churning in his heart, but he agreed.

"I'll pay it back."

Zhimeng laughed, thinking he was a fool who couldn't understand at all, because no one would repay someone else's tears.

Lynn also told her those things. His condition was indeed very bad because he had once again challenged the end of time and fought against the agent of that calamity. He wanted to become stronger, but for him, the price of strength was that it would bring you closer to that terrible end.

This encounter nearly drove him out of control, giving them the opportunity to kill him.

“I’m constantly fighting him. Although he’s just an agent, I never expected that he would be like me. He’s also becoming more proficient in controlling the power that calamity gave him through our constant battles.”

Lynn spoke to her calmly.

"I am growing, and he is also constantly getting stronger."

Dreamweaver had a hard time understanding what he was saying, because he hadn't given her any explanation for the dark figures that had appeared.

But Dreamweaver knew that they would be the most formidable enemies he faced in the distant future.

"You're leaving soon, aren't you?"

She asked him, her eyes inexplicably showing a hint of sadness, but she stubbornly forced a smile.

"You have been with me for a thousand years."

Lynn looked at her and said:

"I still need you to help me trace it back."

Zhimeng laughed and said, "Hmph! I knew you would say that. What? If I say no, are you going to keep waiting? Waiting until the end of time, until I finally meet you in the future?"

Linn said nothing.

"All right,"

She crossed her arms, dressed in red, and smiled as she looked at him.

"I'll just say I give up on you. Although I still don't particularly like you, you're the first person I've met who doesn't force anyone. So if we really do end up together in the future, I think I'd like to treat you as my friend."

Lynn fell silent, recalling their first encounter.

"The meeting might not be so pleasant."

"of course!"

She raised her chin, her lips curled up, like a queen on a high throne.

Then he forcefully crushed the snow under his feet with his toes, as if he were stepping on someone's face.

"You've locked me up here for a thousand years. If I ever see you again, I'll definitely get my revenge. Just you wait and see how tough I get! Hehehe, I'll show you what it's like to play tricks!"

Crushing.

Crushing.

She crushed the snow under her feet into powder.

There is no doubt that the resentment is still quite strong.

Lynn gave a wry smile.

……

And finally, on this day a thousand years later, Lynn's wish came true.

But for him, this thousand years was also a kind of compensation. From the moment he met her until the end, he never really understood what kind of person this woman was who could shield him from crisis time and time again.

Spending time together is always short, and encounters are fleeting.

Lynn remained silent, unable to speak.

She sat opposite him, her eyes closed, and let Lynn hold her hand. In the howling wind and snow outside Winterspring Valley, she led him to explore the ancient memories of the distant past.

At that time, she had told him that her psychic powers were special because psychic powers represent the heart, the will, and the inheritance of the past.

They came from generation to generation.

They took over the ancient mission of guardianship.

Just like her predecessors and the ones she used, they all used the same spiritual energy.

Countless memories of her ancestors, engraved in her psychic powers, flashed through her mind like a fleeting, vibrant tapestry, constantly appearing in her spiritual world.

Over countless years.

So ancient that it has witnessed countless changes and transformations throughout the world.

And finally.

They glimpsed that endlessly distant, ancient era.

"That's it."

As they were about to reach the distant shore of history, Lynn stopped and grasped her hand in the torrent of spirit.

Lynn glanced at her sideways.

"You may get involved in what happens next, but not now. Leave the rest to me."