Another World: My life is on the hook!

Chapter 2706 Finale (5)

The war broke out within that calamity.

Because of the collapse of those shackles, the darkness within the entire calamity rumbled and surged chaotically, representing the final struggle and challenge for control.

As Lynn's tearing flames burned toward the black-robed man, his entire being was thrown into turmoil. His cheeks began to peel away, his face cracking as he frantically tried to muster more power to suppress the blurring of his existence, but the real him had already broken free of his shackles.

Just like in the deepest, most slumbering place of these endless years.

It was because of the existence of that will that the calamity was prevented from awakening in this new world. Until the moment before he fell into complete slumber, the threat of the end was contained by him in the deepest corner of the chaos.

Lynn burned all the fire.

With eyes blazing with fury, he risked everything, his entire past, and stepped through the endless darkness to deliver the final blow of his life.

At the cost of the entire history!

Using countless causes and effects as fuel!

His eyes were a mixture of tears and fire, and those murky things turned into countless ashes the moment he struck.

That knife.

Does it... represent dawn?

Buzz————

When the flames broke through the shackles of the night, when Lynn, carrying the figure in the black robe, fell from the calamity into the last wasteland of the Night City, time seemed to stand still.

His chest was pierced by the burning blade into the shattered royal court, his pupils dilated, as if he had never imagined that things would end this way.

Lynn gripped the knife tightly in his hand.

His body swayed, tears burning in his eyes.

The flames burned through his cheeks, burned through his past, and the price he paid for it was far too high.

"This is the result you wanted..."

The figure in black robes was nailed to the throne, leaning against the wall, head raised, pupils constantly dilating.

"Losing everything... all for a fleeting dream... was it all worth it...? Even if you could gain eternity, what awaits you... is a cruel fate..."

The countless black wisps drifted away and dissipated from his body.

He slowly lowered his head.

Lynn also lost all his strength. His flames almost went out in an instant, burning out the last bit of his remaining power, and he fell backward in a daze.

boom--

He fell heavily to the ground, his pupils reflecting the darkness that still loomed overhead; his entire body had withered away.

Gradually, many things seem to have started to become blurry.

Little by little.

It faded from his memory.

But finally.

In that moment of near-delusion, a strong hand helped him up from the ground.

As he half-opened his eyes in his final moments, he saw that blurry figure. His eyes held a hint of relief, the kind of look he had seen in many past impressions. He had always lived in the legends passed down by the jailers, in the memories the painter had hidden away, in that ancient world. He had released... those soaring ravens.

"cough……"

When Lynn gasped for breath and forced himself to wake up from his deathbed.

He saw the figure sitting opposite him, and saw a face exactly like his own. The piercing mark was still visible in his chest, but the expression on his face seemed to bring him warmth.

It wasn't the numb and calm gaze of that god-king, nor was it the youthful and unrestrained look of him; it was a kind of peace, and also a kind of gentleness.

"Our first meeting..."

He heard what he said.

It's like the long cry of a bird in flight.

"I'm sorry... for causing you and future generations so much trouble..."

……

……

That was the first time Lynn saw him, and perhaps the last.

He never imagined that one day he would be able to truly meet the Violet Lord, to see his true self face to face.

And at this moment, he finally dared to admit the person in front of him.

That is his true self.

It was only from a certain moment in history that this raven developed its own heart, its own will, and its own life trajectory. But many things deep within its bones cannot be changed. You originate from him and inherit from him, which is why you fight so hard and persist so desperately.

"Actually, I'm already very happy to see you. It's my own fault. I took over the Sleeper, which led to all these irreconcilable issues..."

The figure took a deep breath and said.

"I am already content with just this moment of clarity."

Lynn coughed incessantly, his will almost withering away amidst the loss and burning.

But even at this moment.

He kept his head down and didn't say anything.

It was as if it were some idea from long ago, something he had never had the chance to realize. He tremblingly raised his scarred fingers and pulled out half a cigarette case from his pocket, a treasure he didn't know where he had kept it.

"For...Blue Star..."

He reached out his hand, covered in wounds, to the figure.

"I used to... always thought... if I could actually meet that damn Grand Prince... I would definitely... cough... offer him a cigarette... and I'd smoke him to death..."

The voice seemed to pause for a moment, looking at the cigarette offered by the scarred boy and listening to his words.

He burst out laughing, laughing so hard he almost fell over, and slumped against the broken wall.

"Then can I borrow a light from you? You don't mind, do you?"

He took it and borrowed a light from his burning leg.

"spit……"

Lynn contemptuously tried to spit to extinguish his anger, but instead was met with a series of violent and painful coughs.

As the figure lit the cigarette with his own light and placed it to his lips, the two identical men exchanged a glance, then burst into uncontrollable, bittersweet laughter, coughing incessantly, as if they were amused by their encounter and their shared experiences, laughing at their absurd lives.

After the laughter, there was silence.

They all knew that after the time it takes to smoke this cigarette, it would be an eternal farewell.

"The road ahead still depends on you."

The figure leaned against the broken wall, head raised, staring blankly at the silent blackness.

"This is the first Qingming Festival in countless years... and it will probably be the last. I have fallen too deep into Him and no longer have the ability to turn the tide. But I will show you a way. Perhaps after you burn me, you may be able to open up a new path to life from this end."

The cigarette butt had burned down to its last bit.

Lynn shuddered, but then fell into a subdued silence.

He looked at Lynn and smiled gently.

"Don't be sad. This is the last leg of the journey. I understand everything he did in the cycle of reincarnation. If he is the first half of our lives, then you are our end. In fact, it's not just him. For you... I am also the cause and effect you have to let go of."

"Because we are all your past."

Linn said nothing.

He leaned back forcefully, his charred wrist pressing against his eyelids, the cigarette in his hand falling to ashes.

"We've only just met..."

"I don't want to...I don't want to..."

In the silence, he felt a strong hand on his shoulder, like some kind of comfort, but in that instant, Lynn bit his lip hard, not wanting those things to fall from his eyes.

He thought he had long since stopped crying, he thought he had long since stopped being sad.

He was the youngest one.

He didn't have those experiences or those accumulated knowledge; he just didn't want any more people to die.

"You're all I have left, Lynn."

“I’m glad you can inherit this name. No matter how different our experiences are, we all have one root. We come from that distant homeland. Even if it sometimes feels like a lie, it is actually our root.”

When he opened his eyes, he saw the smiling Great King standing in front of him.

He reached out his hand to him.

"So, if one day you really can see through this end, please go back and see for us. Even a prodigal son who has traveled far will eventually return home, even if that home may no longer exist."

Lynn looked at him, her eyes filled with emotion that words could not express.

And he finally reached out his hand.

stood up.

"I will."

He bit his lip and made that final promise to him.

He trembled as he raised his head, only to be met with complete darkness.

Because he knows.

The war is far from over, but perhaps this time, even he himself cannot guarantee what the final outcome will be.

That is a contest and struggle in which one enters into the game unknowingly and without awareness, and which may continue for eternity.

behind him.

That figure was seeing him off from afar, and black flames gradually ignited on his body. He wasn't lighting his last cigarette for him, but borrowing his flame to ignite his own final flame.

"Lynn, you must work hard to explore new avenues. I believe you can succeed, and I also believe you can find your lost past in the future."

The sound of parting came from behind.

With his bloodshot eyes wide open, he stepped towards the impending doom.

But at that moment, his pupils dilated suddenly, and he felt the sweet, savory taste in his mouth. When he looked at his chest, he saw the azure blade, like an endless shackle that spread from the deepest part of his will and soul, binding and suppressing him with a rumble.

The sound of the wind filled his ears and his soul amidst that chilling figure.

And this moment.

He finally understood, and he finally realized it.

"Nanako..."

The figure suddenly paused, stunned.

When he suddenly turned around, he saw the girl in the distance.

Deep within those ruins, the girl walked slowly and laboriously, her eyes red and swirling with tears. She stretched out her hand, and the azure light surged around her. Her eyes were filled with grief and unwavering determination.

She was resolute, her eyes filled with pain and obsession.

"I don't allow it."

Lord Violet trembled as he gazed at the girl from afar, the one in his slumbering dream, the one in the distant past, the one he could never let go of in this life.

Her eyes were bloodshot as she supported herself and walked step by step, the shackles of her will binding Lynn tightly.

When she looked at the figure she had waited for for countless years, she could no longer contain her emotions. Two lines of tears flowed from her azure eyes, as if the long wait had finally yielded the result she desired.

"What do you think I am doing this for?"

With each step she took forward, her turbid tears dripped to the ground.

"Why do you think I would risk everything to fight this apocalypse?"

Her voice was suppressed and sorrowful, and tears fell drop by drop from her heartbroken eyes.

"Do you think I care?"

Do you think it would matter if I cared about the world?

None of this had anything to do with her.

What does it matter how many people die!

So what if the world is destroyed!

The reason she helped him grow, the reason she urged him forward, and even the reason she risked everything to be the one to follow this path, was not because she wanted to see some myth of a raven saving the world, nor did she want to do anything for the sake of the common people!

Her gaze fell on his face, and the longing she felt made her almost speechless. It was a fleeting meeting that had been earned after countless years of waiting.

"You want to burn yourself to fulfill his wish."

"You are so righteous, you bravely faced death, but did you ever consider my feelings?!"

Her eyes narrowed with sorrow, and her eyes became red.

"Throughout these long years... I've been waiting for you to come back. I didn't care that you said you would make me the first bride in this new world. I could also forgive you for entering the slumber for everyone's sake, because I know that's the man I love. He's not just the fool beside Nanako, he's also a king, and he has his own responsibilities."

Therefore, she has never harbored any resentment over the countless years.

So she would rather be that moon orchid.

Foolishly waiting.

Waiting patiently.

Waiting until the sea dries up and the rocks crumble, waiting for the world to change.