Another World: My life is on the hook!

"They're all dead, aren't they?"

Lynn asked, shocked.

The old man said quietly, "Yes, I accompanied them as they grew old, and I also saw them off on their final journey through eternity."

But he did not die.

Or rather, he was still uneasy about the world he had created.

More importantly, it was the truth he had discovered from the very beginning, but he had never dared to tell his partners and close friends.

Is this world really real?

And this was his last obsession in that life.

Because even though they accomplished this revolution, they still didn't know where this eternity came from, or where the source of all this was.

It was after that period that he began to explore more deeply.

He used his fire.

Slowly, the eternal fog is broken.

When he finally found the core of that vast and boundless world after endless time, he was given a heavy answer that he could not control.

Just as I initially guessed, what I was in was not reality; it was indeed a vast dream, which is why it felt unreal. But what I couldn't have imagined was...

He said quietly.

"So, I am the owner of this dream."

At that moment, Lynn's pupils dilated violently.

He walked forward step by step, and with each step he took toward the past, he became younger and more at peace.

"Everything began with me, and everything ends with me, but I don't know what I've been through. Maybe I'm lost, maybe I experienced war before this eternity... But none of that matters anymore, because from the moment this dream appeared, it has been constantly changing, constantly moving from eternity to the end, and constantly moving from the end back to eternity."

"What I experienced was only one phase of it."

A tremendous sense of terror and suffocation swept over Lynn's entire body.

but……

wrong.

"If you truly are the master of this dream, are you powerless to stop all of this?! If, as you say, this is indeed your dream, then what about the outside world?!"

Lynn's eyes were bloodshot.

Because all of this was too much of a shock to him, he originally thought they were beings living in a dream, but then he was told that even the so-called outside world was nothing more than being shrouded in an even larger dream.

"I do not know."

The figure spoke quietly.

"Perhaps there will be a new world, perhaps there will be nothing, or perhaps we are still shrouded in another great dream... Who knows? I only know that I am the master of the dream."

"But she's also someone from a dream."

A deathly silence fell over the surroundings.

"what is this?"

Lynn clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth.

He couldn't accept it, nor could he understand it.

The old man glanced at him sideways, as if he were seeing himself from that time.

“I know it’s hard for you to accept, and it’s hard for me too, but maybe that’s life. When you think you’re close to the truth, what awaits you is often an even greater delusion. But maybe for you… there’s still a chance.”

Lynn suddenly looked up, her gaze fixed on him.

"What do you mean?"

The old man gazed into the endless darkness, then looked up and said:

"If history is a constant cycle of birth and destruction, a constant leap from one end to another, from one eternity to another, then perhaps when you can break this cycle, you might actually glimpse a glimmer of hope for the future."

Like a constantly running machine, it repeats this endless cycle.

From the end to eternity, from eternity to the end.

Endless and endless.

But if you can make it stop.

That might give you a glimpse of a new turning point.

"But I don't have that much time left. When I learned that I was the dream master, I had already begun the process of falling to the end with this dream."

He spoke quietly.

The fire in his hand is the beginning of that cycle.

The moment he burned eternity, he inevitably fell towards the end, taking with him everything in this vast world.

Despite his desire to resist and defy this cycle of trends.

But it's meaningless.

He also knew he could not die, because the moment he died, he would be lost once more, and he would become the Lord of the End, who would obliterate everything, and with a thunderous roar, turn the world he had finally freed from eternity into a raging inferno, leading all things toward that tragic end.

But if it's just the end, then perhaps that's acceptable.

Because everything should have a beginning and an end.

But he knew perfectly well.

When all things perish, when the end becomes the new theme of this era, perhaps after the endless years of the end, he, as the dream master, will be reborn, like a newborn infant, gazing blankly at that void world, and then begin another stage of reincarnation.

When that order becomes eternal, it will be the start of a new cycle of suffering.

He was unwilling to accept this, so he wanted to seek change.

He didn't want the end to come so soon, so he didn't keep his promise to his companions to die with them. He tried hard to control the flames in his hands and prevent them from getting out of control. He tried hard to live so that he could continue the era that he had worked so hard to create.

"But I lost."

He spoke.

"I thought I could maintain my lucidity forever, but in retrospect, how ridiculous that idea was."

On that day, the Lord of the End was born within him.

When he regained consciousness, the entire world he was in had become an endless wasteland.

The laws collapsed, the earth tore apart, the stars perished, and all things returned to nothingness.

He spent countless years liberating a new world.

In just the years he was unconscious, it had become fragmented and was on the verge of collapse.

People are begging for his arrival, begging for his appearance, because he is the savior who created all of this, the supreme king who liberated their countless ancestors from eternity. But how could they know that it is this very king who will bring about the end?

"My lucidity may just be a coincidence."

He said quietly.

"Or perhaps, this was just a dream, a final burst of light before falling into endless nothingness, but I am not resigned to it, I do not want to accept this outcome."

So he began to fight, because he didn't know when he would lose it again. He could only use every opportunity and means to maintain the world he had created so that it would not collapse because of his loss.

Because neither heading towards the end nor towards eternity is the outcome he wants to see.

He was not reconciled.

So he did the craziest thing he had ever done in his life. In that moment of clarity, he forcibly separated a part of his will and used the method of creating a new self. He gave that part of himself a blazing flame, allowing it to burn away almost the entire remaining world before he lost himself, just for that one last gamble.

He succeeded.

Using the entire world as fuel, he successfully created a second entity representing the end. He also risked almost everything, forcibly creating a trace of order and eternity within that end just before he was about to lose it again.

"This is the method I'm thinking of."

He said quietly.

"If my transformation is irresistible, then let me leave some hope for this world before I completely transform into calamity."