Another World: My life is on the hook!

Chapter 2699 This is the last thing I can do to help you

The figure said calmly:

“You are older than me, you have existed longer than me. I thought it was a cycle of reincarnation, but little did I know that it was just a phantom that kept moving forward. You led me step by step toward that end. I thought we were in the same boat, but little did I know that I was just a pawn in your game.”

The God of Time gazed at him with sorrow, shaking his head repeatedly, and said:

"No, brother, I don't want to use you. You've never been my pawn. I just want us to be free because you've suffered more than I have. We've already endured eternal torment. Even outside, you're just deceiving yourself time and time again!"

"Only the End! Brother! Only the End can destroy all of this, only He can devour time, and only He can free us from this eternal prison!"

"You don't understand! You don't understand anything!!"

He was almost hysterical.

that moment.

Countless dense rivers of time burst forth from his body, like a vast, sky-covering root system and curtain.

"Violet!"

The moment he roared out, the figure in black robes had already broken free from the shackles of time. His gaze was as cold as ink, and almost all the power of the end of time was summoned by him at that moment. In that instant, he was like the Lord of the End descending.

The pale curtain of time and the pitch-black, sea-like realm of the end converged in that instant, launching the most terrifying and devastating blow of this era upon him.

In the silence beyond time.

The figure stood there, motionless.

But he seemed to raise his head and take a deep breath, yet there was still no fluctuation in his eyes. He simply raised his hand, gathering the raging black fire.

"Lynn, I told you."

"I will protect you from this final calamity."

……

……

It was like having an eternal dream.

In that silence where everything had vanished, he had nothing, not even the most basic concept of existence seemed to have been extinguished.

If this cold nothingness is the concept of the end, then he may indeed have... headed towards the end.

But Lynn felt as if she had not died.

Because of the feeling itself.

That already signifies his existence.

In that silent darkness, he seemed to be having that eternal dream again and again. In that dream, he seemed to become the dreamer, experiencing the experiences he was told, feeling the joy, happiness, pain, and separation that he had once possessed.

It was a long life, a journey filled with stops and starts, a path strewn with blood and fire; a revolutionary saga that was both epic and tragic; a beautiful yet lonely life after the fading of glory.

But it was only for a fleeting moment.

He seemed to have transformed once again into the god-king who represented reincarnation.

He lived an ordinary life in the world outside called Earth, but he would occasionally show a maturity and confusion that was not in line with his age, as if he had forgotten something. He had experienced this kind of life countless times.

Until he arrived in that dream, he was reincarnated again and again, experiencing madness and screams time and time again.

He's crazy.

He became numb and desolate; he abandoned all his heart and all his love.

In the blink of an eye, his face became calm and expressionless, just like his heart, which had long been tormented and devoid of all emotion.

Time flies.

When he opened his eyes again, he had become that boy again. He seemed to have forgotten everything. He wandered and wandered in that magical world. He had all the passion of a young person, that genuine smile and longing for life.

He met his true love, and he found his partner.

He has a new surname.

Holding the violet flower, he smiled and gave it to his lover, saying it represented unwavering love.

But in the blink of an eye, the pain struck again. He saw his lover's death. In his confusion, he became a mad tyrant. When he looked around, his eyes were so dry that he could no longer shed a single tear.

But time keeps changing.

Like turning the pages of a book, each page records the joys and sorrows, the dreams of the past.

The end of that dream.

He looked around blankly, as if he had returned to that familiar yet eerie shop once again. Outside the door, billowing black fog surged. By the light of the lamp, he propped his chin up and wrote down his experiences in this dark world as he gradually adapted.

"Gentlemen, I am a pharmacist apprentice from Ghost Alley. My name is Lynn. I look forward to your guidance in the future!"

In the city of darkness, the young man politely smiled and removed his hat, bowing to each and every family member and close friend.

His smiling eyes were like crescent moons.

It carried a hint of cunning, and a hint of lies.

But beneath that lie, there seems to be a heart that cannot bear loneliness.

Then came the Great Devastation.

More and more suffering, and an increasingly deep obsession.

The manipulation of fate.

Suppressed pain.

That determination and perseverance to see through everything, even at the cost of everything.

why?

Why can't life stay in its first half forever?

Why does fate always bring such ups and downs? Why can't you hold onto what you want to keep?

In that pitch-black silence.

Lynn suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils dilated, breathing heavily, as if he had suddenly breathed in thin air from a cold, deep pool. He looked around, but there was nothing there.

Those images in his mind were like a string of painful, tumultuous journeys.

"Where am I?"

"In your memory."

In the silence, it seemed as if an ancient figure sat opposite him.

He vaguely recognized him; it seemed to be the dreamer he had seen before, but he couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or reality. He simply lowered his head and sat there cross-legged as if he were hunched over.

"Why am I here?"

"Because you're about to die."

Lynn fell silent for a moment.

But he didn't feel too disappointed.

Just as when a person is dying, their past life will flash before their eyes like a slideshow, because what follows is disillusionment.

He just felt bitter.

"But I don't understand, if this is my memory, why would I see them?"

,

Don't you think they're a lot like you?

"Is it the same suffering?"

Lynn said self-deprecatingly.

The ancient figure said:

"The same stubbornness."

Desiring but not obtaining.

Struggling repeatedly.

Even if it means death, you must desperately hold on; even if you fall into the abyss, you must desperately search for it in the void.

Lynn clenched his fists and whispered:

"But I am not as good as them, am I? Because no matter right or wrong, they never backed down. They were always striving forward, while I was always cowardly and lazy."

The ancient figure asked, "Are you a coward?"

Lynn gripped his head, his fingers tightening their grip, but his expression remained silent, as if he felt no pain.

His heart was as deep as this abyss.

"That ancient figure said."

“From Night City to now, from the past to this future, you have actually had many opportunities to give up, but you were unwilling, even at this moment, you are still unwilling. Are you cowardly?”

Lynn lowered her head, biting her lip, and said:

"I'm just not willing to give in."

"They are equally unwilling to accept this."

If compromise could bring about a result, if giving up could make things better, then they would have done it long ago. Who would be willing to endure endless suffering to seek the truth, and who would be willing to brave the cold wind and trudge forward in the night?

It's precisely because we have no other choice that we can only keep moving forward.

Because of persistence.

Because of hatred.

Because of the pain.