Another World: My life is on the hook!

In the silent darkness, Lynn seemed to hear the mournful howls of countless winds. The moment he received an answer, Lynn's mind went blank, as if sharp noise filled his ears, making his pupils dilate violently, but he couldn't utter a single word.

As time flows by, it goes through one cycle after another.

His face grew increasingly pale, as if the truth had been peeled away layer by layer, leaving you only with the rumbling wind and emptiness.

He told him a story, and he looked up as if gazing into the distance of the past.

History always repeats itself.

He told him.

What exactly is outside?

He said that a long, long time ago, he discovered the truth of that world because he always felt that everything was so unreal, so ethereal, because in his time, everything was too perfect.

A stable order, cyclical laws, boundless longevity, and a constant future and past.

That will be seen in the eyes of later generations.

That was indeed a utopia in the truest sense.

"There is no birth, aging, sickness and death, no joy or sorrow, no new life is born, and no old life dies. All things, from the moment they exist, never perish and never die."

He calmly described that kind of world to him.

There is no distinction between young and old.

People do not have the concept of reproduction and continuation.

Matter does not disappear.

The soul will not perish.

The whole world is like a magnificent crystal frozen in place. In that ultimate and eternal order, people live the same unchanging life for countless years.

Do you know what kind of world that is?

The old man's eyes were fixed on him.

"Even if programs can malfunction, even if machines can wear out, in my world, there are no such things, and they never will."

That world.

no change.

Lynn listened intently as he recounted that distant, unreal past.

He turned his back, looked up at the boundless night sky, and said:

“I used to be just like them, constantly going through the same cycle, never changing. And the scariest thing is that in my long life, just like theirs, I never realized it.”

"But then, at one point, I woke up."

It was like a predetermined fate, like the sudden awakening of a tiny cog in an eternally running machine.

Looking up, all I saw was fear.

Terrified by eternity, terrified by order.

Just as the dead never feel fear, and stones never feel the passage of time, the whole world changes the moment you are able to think.

"So I started searching, I started investigating, I wanted to know what was wrong with this world, I wanted to know... whether it was false or real."

He spoke quietly.

"And then until I discovered the truth of this world."

If you suddenly realize you're living in a vast dream.

What would you do?

If you look around and find that you are the only being in this dream with a self and the ability to think, would you feel fear?

And that was the kind of world he lived in.

In this glorious era, only one person remains awake.

This in itself is a tragedy.

“I have been lost and afraid. I have also thought about whether to go back to the past and not care about all these discoveries, just like as long as you stop thinking, you will no longer feel despair.”

But he couldn't do it, or rather, from the moment he, this variable, appeared in this world, everything could never go back to the way it was before.

He began to explore and call out continuously.

He tried every possible method.

When he finally awakened the second living being in the world besides himself through his tireless efforts, he wept with joy.

then.

More and more people are awakening from this eternal illusion, more and more people are joining his ranks, and more and more people are seeking change because of this fear.

And this extreme order.

It was only because of the increasing number of awakened individuals that those deep cracks appeared.

"At that time, I didn't really know what the series of changes I caused meant for the world."

He said quietly.

So slowly, as more and more people were awakened.

They began trying to break free from this eternal curse.

It was a fierce and intense struggle.

That was a declaration of war against the underlying logic of the entire world!

But things didn't go so smoothly.

Because not everyone can be awakened, they remain slaves to eternity and order. And it seems that the increasing number of these variables has triggered a corrective mechanism, causing those former companions who were immersed in eternity to launch a frenzied massacre and correction against them.

"That war lasted for endless years."

Every awakened being, after being slaughtered, will once again fall into that eternal curse and become part of that mechanism again.

It's like a struggle between two trends.

The eternal, and the awakened.

They were almost annihilated because, despite their large size, the number of Eternals in that vast, almost infinite world still far surpassed theirs. One by one, they were assimilated and lost their independent selves and the ability to think.

But all of this is not over, nor will it ever end.

Because it was at that very moment, when everything was about to be corrected and he had been driven to the brink of despair, that he finally reached that point.

"The end was born within me."

He quietly told Lynn what he had said.

Lynn was already pale and unable to utter a single word.

He didn't know why—perhaps it was pain, perhaps despair, perhaps resentment, or perhaps he was the very first variable to appear in this world...

The wisp of black flame blazed fiercely in his hand.

He started killing.

Killing relentlessly.

Those creatures of order crumbled at the touch of his hand; things that had existed for eternity and had never disappeared were reduced to ashes and bones inch by inch in his hands.

He liberated one close friend after another who had fought alongside him, erasing one by one the eternity that was fixed within them.

Fight to the very end.

Everywhere you look, there is ashes.

But at that time he did not know what his power represented, he did not know the symbol of the end. He only regarded this power as the symbol of liberation, the dark power that would bring them all out of that eternal quagmire.

At that time, everyone affectionately called the power in his hands the power of protection.

at last.

He rewrote the laws.

The world changed because of him.

On this eternal ruin, they rebuilt a completely new world.

Everything has a beginning and an end. Nothing remains unchanged. Everyone will go from birth to death, but that doesn't mean they will leave forever. They can reproduce and let each new life born from them carry on their legend in the memory of history.

At that time, none of the creatures that followed him, his companions, or his closest friends, feared death.

They accepted it readily and looked forward to it with smiles.

Because this is what they have always been pursuing.