Another World: My life is on the hook!

Chapter 2701 The Final Battle!

He left the paradox to exist between its appearance and its non-appearance.

He used his countless years of karma to explain it.

His existence was forcibly sustained.

to him.

That's all there is to it.

Lynn saw the flowing end on his body, not only the scars left by that calamity, but also the traces left after the black flames burned.

That was a greater backlash than the calamity had left him.

Lynn clenched his fists tightly, watching the surging cycle of reincarnation within him, watching him bound within it. He felt a series of heart-wrenching pains, as if he were still that impetuous, perpetually immature child right before him.

"do not Cry."

The figure's gaze was fixed on him.

"If you cry, you're making me lose face."

He never thought of crying.

He hasn't cried in a long time.

That immense destiny pushed him step by step, and all that he had lost, all that was now just a memory, had long since left him with no right to cry anymore.

"This is an opportunity I fought for you. You must seize it and not fail again."

"The revival of the Lord of the End has entered its final stage. When he awakens, he will be in his true, complete form, and no one will be able to stop him then, not even you."

He forcefully wiped his eyes with his sleeve and whispered:

But what should I do?

"There is no time."

Although he has some understanding of that eternal transformation, how can a momentary understanding make you gamble your entire future? If he embraces the end now, even if he can defeat the agent, he will no longer be qualified to fight against the true Lord of the End.

And not to mention, even if he were to glimpse eternity after embracing the end, would he still remember what he had to do?

The figure gazed calmly at him, at the boy.

For a long time.

He finally spoke.

"Lynn, not everything in this world gives us time to prepare. You can't just wait for the wind to come before you can spread your wings and fly. More often than not, like now, we arrive in a hurry and rush into battle."

"This is our life."

He held out his hand.

Separated by that seemingly insurmountable distance, it's like a scar left by time in our memories.

At the snap of your fingers.

Countless fragments of memories and images surged into Lynn's pupils like a gushing spring.

Those endless memories frantically traced back, traversing one cycle after another, one great era after another, from the confusion of falling into this world, to the unbearable suffering of being locked in the cycle of reincarnation, from the arduous journey, to the rumbling echoes before the end of the world.

Countless pains, countless cries of grief, countless possessions, countless losses.

Those memories are like wounds you never want to experience again in your life, like returning after each apocalypse, like opening your eyes again and again filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Hope has become a luxury.

Despair has become a luxury.

It's like falling into an abyss in an instant; your screams will get no response, and your madness will bring no results.

That is an eternal cycle of suffering from which you can see no end.

"Uhhhhhhhh-"

Lynn gripped his head tightly, his fingers almost piercing his skull. In an instant, he raised his head and let out a long, painful howl. His turbulent pupils were filled with a wound that seemed unbearable for the rest of his life.

In the silence, a line of blood and tears.

Along the cheek.

Drop by drop, it slipped down.

The figure's gaze was fixed on him, and he still stretched out his hand, watching him in the endless cycle of reincarnation.

"I don't want you to become me, but you must face me squarely."

"Because of my whole life."

"It is also your life."

As Lynn's body collapsed heavily, and the rumbling darkness swept in before him, he seemed to hear the cries of countless dead souls. The howling wind filled his ears, as if it were tearing him apart and dragging him into the grave of hell.

But he ultimately did not fall.

As he staggered and struggled to support himself, he lowered his head, and drops of bloody tears fell to the ground like splashed red flowers.

There seemed to be a hint of relief in that figure's eyes.

"Look."

"You've already..."

"I'm not scared anymore."

……

……

Just like he said.

This world won't let you be truly prepared before you move forward, whether on the road of life or in the pioneering of the end times. All you can do is face it head-on and give it your all, only then can you be worthy of your life.

Amidst the rumbling wind, Lynn faced the end of that river of time, turning his head slightly to gaze at the figure behind him.

"Thank you."

That figure is still shrouded in the illusion of reincarnation.

"You don't need to thank me. From the memories of the dream master you obtained, I have already learned a lot, and I still stand by what I said."

"Don't treat this as a mission; you're fighting more for yourself."

Lynn remained silent.

At that moment, his mind held all his memories.

As he said, when you are able to bear this past, your heart is already scarred and nothing can break you anymore.

He said softly:

"I will go all out in this battle. Even if I am not as good as you, I will not let you down."

"But you must remember this."

He heard the voice behind him.

"What you are facing is him. In the original history, the moment you became the first one, he had already lost his last bit of weight and completely become a part of that end. In a sense, it was because of that wrong path that he was born today, which is a tragedy in itself."

"In our battle, he has unleashed even more power from that calamity."

"But you still have a chance. After the new era and the end times have come together, many things have changed. Perhaps after you defeat him, you can restore his clarity of mind and give him liberation."

Lynn paused.

"how about you?"

The figure remained silent for a long time.

“I will stabilize your past and settle some matters. They will find this place soon. If possible, I will take back the power of time from my brother. Then, when you embrace the end, even if you lose everything, time will still be a witness to all the past history.”

Lynn shuddered.

He vaguely understood what he had to do.

"And what about Zuo Zuo?"

"Head, you go ahead, Zuo Zuo... Zuo Zuo has to stay."

Zuo Zuo forcefully wiped away the tears on her face, her eyes filled with reluctance.

"If we can really regain control of time, Zuo Zuo will send it to you immediately. That way... that even if your head really merges into the End, the things that should be remembered will definitely not be lost!"

She rushed over and hugged Lynn tightly, as if it were a final farewell, as if she wanted to merge her entire life into this moment.

She buried her face in his chest, choking back tears.

Until the tears soaked her clothes.

"Soon, Naotou and Zuozuo will meet again! So you must wait for me! Let's walk that last stretch of the road together!"

Lynn finally hugged her tightly, straining to look up at the dark and oppressive sky, his eyes gleaming with the last of the thunderbolts.

"I see."