Chapter 262: Finale Beyond the Gods
A middle-aged woman with a kind face and tears in the corners of her eyes suddenly covered her mouth and cried with joy.
"Brother! How are you feeling? Doctor! Doctor! He's awake!"
A young girl who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a ponytail and full of youthful energy jumped up excitedly and rushed out of the ward to call for help.
When Lin En's eyes swept across her face, her heart trembled slightly for some reason - the girl's eyebrows and eyes looked exactly like her sister Eleanor in the other world.
A doctor in a white coat quickly arrived and carefully examined his pupils, heartbeat, and various indicators. He finally nodded to the family with relief: "His vital signs are basically stable. Thank goodness."
"Lin En, do you remember what happened? You were in a car accident on your way home from school. You were hit by a speeding dump truck and have been in a coma for six months."
Hearing this, the younger sister beside him continued with tears in her eyes, "To be exact, it's two hundred and six days."
Car accident? Coma?
Lynn's brows furrowed subconsciously.
It was as if two levels of memory were conflicting violently in my mind.
One layer is an extremely clear, unforgettable, reincarnation experience that lasted for billions of years and was filled with countless deaths and despair; the other layer is a vague but naturally emerging memory belonging to an ordinary high school student named Lin En: school, exams, friends, family...
Was that magnificent and extremely painful journey to another world just a long and bizarre dream woven by the brain in a coma?
Is it because of the subconscious projection of the content of games and novels in reality?
Everything that happened before was fake. There was no such thing as Lin En who could call the wind and rain in another world. He was just a high school student who had a car accident. It was just a dream before his death.
The huge sense of absurdity and separation made him fall into silence, and his face looked a little pale.
"Okay, don't think too much after waking up. You still need to rest."
The doctor gave gentle instructions, and the family quickly expressed their gratitude.
At this moment, the door to the ward was gently pushed open. A figure timidly leaned in. Upon seeing Lin En awake, his clear, bright eyes instantly filled with tears.
"Senior Lin En."
The girl's voice was choked with sobs.
Holding a bunch of fresh sunflowers, she walked quickly to the bedside, her cheeks slightly red, and greeted Lin En's parents a little embarrassedly: "Hello, uncle and aunt."
Lynn stared at her in amazement. The girl was wearing the same school uniform as her sister Eleanor. She had a petite figure and a face as delicate as a doll.
Especially those eyes that are as pure as a deer and a little timid.
The girl in the other world who was the saint of the Church of Silence but betrayed the Goddess of the Bright Moon for him, the girl in front of him looked exactly like her!
".Tia?"
He almost blurted it out, his voice a little hoarse as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.
A hint of doubt flashed across the girl's face, then turned into a sweet smile. "Senior, have you been unconscious for so long that your memory is muddled? I'm Su Wan, a grade below you. You used to take care of me a lot in school."
As she spoke, she lowered her head slightly, her ears turning red. It seemed that the care she mentioned was more than just the literal meaning.
Real memories emerged at the right time: Su Wan, a junior girl in the first year of high school, was introverted and shy, but she had always been bold enough to take the initiative to approach him, and almost everyone in the school knew that she liked him.
The mother smiled and explained, "Since you fell into a coma, Xiaowan has come to see you almost every day and is extremely worried about you."
Lin En suppressed the turmoil in her heart and forced a smile: "Thank you, Su Wan."
At this moment, a cold and seductive female voice was heard from the door of the ward.
When everyone looked over, they saw a tall girl with outstanding temperament standing there.
It was obviously the same school uniform, but she wore it like a high-end uniform, with her long, smooth hair draped over her shoulders, her eyes calm and wise, and a hint of unquestionable majesty.
She was holding a fruit basket in her hands, her posture elegant and calm.
"Student Yutang is here."
When Lynn's mother saw her, she stood up and said.
Li Yutang walked in and placed the fruit basket on the bedside table. His eyes fell on Lin En and he nodded slightly. "I heard you woke up, so I came to see you on behalf of the Student Union. You should get some rest. Don't worry about the classes you missed. I've had someone organize your notes. Feel free to contact me if you have any questions."
Although her tone was formal, when her clear and sharp eyes looked at Lin En, a hint of imperceptible softness quietly flashed across her eyes.
Hilina!
Lin En's heart skipped a beat. This student council president actually looked exactly like the eldest princess of the Saint Laurent Empire, Sillina!
"Thank you for your concern, Senior."
Lynn's voice was dry.
The student union president, whose real name was Li Yutang, gave a few brief instructions and then left on the pretext of not disturbing our rest.
Before leaving, her eyes seemed to casually sweep between him and Su Wan.
After Li Yutang arrived, Su Wan seemed even more nervous and restrained. He whispered, "Senior, have a good rest," and hurried away.
Then, two boys in basketball uniforms rushed into the ward with their arms around each other, and their loud voices instantly filled the entire ward.
"Damn it! Lin En, you're finally awake! You've been lying there pretending to be dead for so long, right?" A fair-skinned, cheerful boy smiled and gently hit his shoulder.
Is it that kid Graya this time?
Lynn felt bitter inside.
"That's right, we were so scared that we almost went to the temple to burn incense for you!" Another boy who wore glasses and looked smarter pushed his glasses and laughed.
He also looks exactly like Morris.
Next, even Xiao Yuan, a wealthy second-generation classmate who had a grudge with him because of a class competition and was against him in every way, came to visit him with expensive supplements after hearing that he had woken up. Moreover, this person looked exactly like Rhine, and even their personality was copied and pasted.
When Lin En was finally the only one left in the ward, he suddenly received a video call on his phone.
The other party’s remark was “My dear wife”.
This made Lin En's heart jump.
Of course, the other person in this life is not called Ivester, but Yan Qing.
She was attending the World Youth Seminar in Country M. When she learned that Lin En had woken up, she immediately made a video call.
A huge sense of unreality enveloped Lynn.
All of this is too perfect, as perfect as an elaborately woven trap?
After being discharged from the hospital and returning home, this feeling of unreality became even stronger.
It was a heartwarming family dinner, and his mother made his favorite spicy and sour shredded potatoes, cola chicken wings, and braised pork.
His younger sister Lin Xi was also chattering about some interesting things that happened at school while he was in a coma.
After dinner, his parents were still concerned about his physical condition. His mother even suggested sleeping on the floor in Lin En's room at night to observe his condition in real time, but Lin En declined.
In short, everything is filled with ordinary yet precious happiness.
The day after being discharged from the hospital, Lin En couldn't wait to return to school, which was the best private high school in H City.
The weather was good that day, with bright sunshine and shades of green trees in the school. Lin En was a celebrity in the school and had a good relationship with everyone. Almost every classmate he met greeted him warmly and asked about his health.
On the first day back at school, Lin En was still in a daze. He was constantly digesting these memories, and vaguely felt that he had indeed been in a car accident, because he remembered that more than half a year ago, he was half an hour late for school because of student union matters, and as he was leaving the house, he was hit by a speeding dump truck.
"Could it be that this was really just a dream?"
"But everything that happened in the dream was too real."
Lin En felt his head was a little swollen. Today was his first day back on campus. He had become the darling of the class. Every classmate cared about him very much. He hardly had to do anything. His classmates were so enthusiastic that they almost went to the toilet for him.
As for Su Wan, she would come to him as soon as the get out of class was over, either giving him handmade cookies or bringing him drinks, and her blushing face was so adorable.
Li Yutang "accidentally" ran into him in the corridor and handed him a hard drive and a thick notebook with an expressionless face.
"These are my class notes for all subjects from the past year," she said flatly. "I figured you'd wake up eventually, so I had every class recorded. They're all on a hard drive, so you can watch them anytime you plug them into your computer."
Lynn looked down and saw that the hard drive had a rather large capacity.
"Thank you, Senior."
Lynn said.
During the afternoon physical education class, the physical education teacher originally wanted Lin En to rest nearby, considering that he had just recovered from a serious illness.
But Lin En felt that he had been in a coma for half a year, and if he didn't exercise his body properly, he would be useless.
When he was running the 400 meters and it was a bit strenuous, Xiao Yuan, who always disliked him, happened to pass by and said sarcastically, "You are so weak. It seems that the car accident has crippled you."
Although she was harsh in her words, her body was honest. She always subconsciously slowed down her pace, as if ready to help him if he really fell.
When school was almost over, Su Wan mustered up the courage to ask Lin En to meet her on the rooftop of the teaching building. With her hands behind her back and a flushed face, she said, "Senior! This is the amulet I got from the temple. I hope you'll be safe and sound in the future!"
She stuffed an exquisite peace blessing into his hand, and the moment it touched his fingers, she drew it back as if frightened, turned around and ran away.
Looking at Su Wan's hurriedly leaving back, a smile unconsciously appeared on Lin En's lips.
What a beautiful youth.
After school, Lin En, who was on duty to clean the classroom, was wiping the blackboard when Li Yutang appeared silently at the door.
"Regarding next month's campus Science and Technology Culture Festival, I have a plan I need to discuss with you. You are the head of the Student Union's External Relations Department. During the six months you were injured and unconscious, I've been doing your job for you. Now it's time to hand it back to you."
She walked in, picked up the blackboard eraser, and started to help him erase it naturally.
The two were so close that Lin En could even smell the faint fragrance in her hair, which was exactly the same as the scent on Hillina's body, the scent of cedar.
"You're just getting better, so don't push yourself too hard."
Li Yutang's tone remained calm, but he took over most of Lin En's duty without question.
On the way home, Lin En "accidentally" ran into Xiao Yuan who had just gotten out of a luxury car. As usual, Xiao Yuan made a sarcastic remark: "Tsk, it doesn't look like a big deal. What a waste of my expression."
But before the car window rolled up, he accurately threw him a box of medicine that was said to be very good for restoring nerves.
"Hey, don't get me wrong! One of my uncles works at a research institute. This is the first effective drug they've developed. It hasn't even been released to the market yet. They're just using you as a guinea pig for a test!"
Warmth, kindness, youth, and even slightly ambiguous troubles
Damn, this guy can't be gay.
Lin En became a little serious.
In his memory of being unconscious, he played a trick on Rhine, causing people to mistake him for a homosexual.
However, Xiao Yuan's kindness to him was real.
This friendship, like Su Wan's gentleness and Li Yutang's firmness, is sincere and poured into Lin En without reservation.
All this formed an extremely absurd and sharp contrast with the billions of tragic deaths that Lin En had just experienced.
Every bit of sweetness was like a needle, gently piercing the core of his soul that had long been worn indestructible by despair and pain.
Soon, Yan Qing, Lin En's official girlfriend, finished the World Youth Seminar and went straight to school after getting off the plane.
The afternoon sun shines through the lush camphor trees, casting mottled, swaying shadows on the school corridors. The air seems to be filled with a warm and lazy atmosphere.
Shortly after the bell rang, students rushed out of the classroom laughing and joking. The voices were noisy, but full of vitality.
Lin En packed up his textbooks and just walked out of the classroom door when a tall figure trotted up to him and naturally took his arm.
"Lynn!" A pleasant voice spoke with undisguised intimacy. "We don't have classes this afternoon, how about we go to the movies? That new Chinese sci-fi movie is said to be super cool, and the special effects are amazing!"
The person holding his arm was Yan Qing - his real girlfriend in real life.
She was wearing a clean light blue dress and had a lively ponytail. Her face was filled with a bright smile and her eyes were clear and bright, full of complete trust and dependence on him.
Her appearance was almost exactly the same as the Ivester he knew in the other world.
The difference is that there is no trace of sadness or heaviness on her, only the brightness and vitality that belong to a girl of this age.
The warm touch on his arm and the unreserved closeness made Lin En's heart tremble slightly.
This simple and direct happiness formed a sharp contrast with the heavy memories of blood, betrayal and death.
"OK."
He suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart, smiled and nodded, and subconsciously relaxed his arms to make her hold him more comfortably.
This daily feeling of being needed was like a warm current, slowly seeping into his heart that had once been immersed in endless coldness.
"That's great!" Yan Qing shook his arm happily, her smile even brighter.
The two had just walked a few steps side by side when the door of a nearby classroom was gently pushed open, and a petite girl holding several thick reference books walked out timidly.
As soon as she looked up and saw Lin En, her fair little face instantly turned a faint blush, like a frightened deer. Her eyes flickered, and she wanted to get closer but was a little shy.
"Senior Lin Linen and Senior Yan Qing"
She greeted him quietly, her voice soft.
It was Su Wan. Her face was flushed with the unique blush of a young girl in love. Her expression was full of shyness that could not be concealed, but also carried a bit of bold expectation.
This person is definitely a bit of a contrast.
Lynn thought silently.
Su Wan looked at Lin En with undisguised admiration and strong love in her eyes.
"It's Xiao Wan." Yan Qing responded with a smile, seemingly oblivious to Su Wan's thoughts, or perhaps not too concerned. "You're carrying so many books, are you going to the library?"
"Yeah," Su Wan nodded, but her eyes couldn't help but drift towards Lin En. "Some...some questions I don't quite understand. I want to look up some information."
"Since senior is free, why don't you ask him to get it for you?" Yan Qing generously nudged Lin En with his elbow, with a sly smile in his eyes, as if to say "Look, how generous I am."
Lin En looked at Yan Qing helplessly, but still took the initiative to extend his hand to Su Wan: "Give it to me, it's on the way."
"No, no need! Senior just got out of the hospital, he can't get tired."
Su Wan quickly shook her head, her face turning even redder, but she subconsciously hugged the book tighter, as if it were a very precious treasure.
"It's just a few books, it's okay."
Lynn spoke softly and gently took the heavy stack of books from her.
The inadvertent touch of his fingertips made Su Wan pull back her hand as if she had received an electric shock. Even the tips of her ears turned red. She lowered her head and said, "Thank you, thank you, senior."
The library is right next to the teaching building. If you go to the school gate, you will pass by it, which is consistent with what Lin En said.
On the way to the library, Yan Qing still held Lin En's left arm and chattered about the wonderful scenes in the movie trailer.
Su Wan followed quietly half a step behind Lin En on the right, occasionally secretly looking up at Lin En's profile, then quickly lowered her head, with an irrepressible sweet smile on the corner of her mouth.
This somewhat strange combination of three people attracted the attention of many students along the way.
After all, Yan Qing is a recognized school beauty with a cheerful personality and good popularity. Although Su Wan is introverted, her pure and lovely appearance is also very famous in the first year of high school. Lin En, with excellent grades and handsome appearance, has also attracted much attention in the school due to his experience of being in a coma after a car accident some time ago.
Yan Qing didn't care about the looks from the people around her. Instead, she held Lin En's arm tighter, as if silently declaring her sovereignty.
Su Wan seemed even more nervous and shy, almost shrinking herself.
Just as we were about to reach the library entrance, a cold and methodical voice came from the side:
"Mr. Lin En."
The three of them stopped and turned to look. They saw Student Union President Li Yutang standing on the steps at the library entrance, holding a folder in his hand, his expression as cold and indifferent as ever.
She is tall and has an outstanding temperament. Just standing there, she has a convincing majesty.
Her eyes swept over Yan Qing, who was holding Lin En's arm, and then passed by Su Wan, whose cheeks were blushing beside her, and finally landed on Lin En's face. She slowly said, "It's a coincidence that I met you. Regarding the campus science and culture festival next month, there is a problem with the venue application you submitted last time. I need to verify the details with you."
As she spoke, she walked down the steps, opened the folder, and handed it to Lynn.
Since Lin En had both hands full—her left hand was held by Yan Qing, and her right hand was holding Su Wan's book—she naturally raised the document in front of him, her slender fingers pointing at a certain clause.
"There will be many technology exhibitions at this Science and Technology Culture Festival. The venue you requested is a bit small. I think it would be better to move to the newly built gymnasium."
Her explanation was clear and concise, and a faint, pleasant fragrance came faintly as she approached.
Yan Qing blinked and looked at Li Yutang who was almost in front of Lin En. The corner of her mouth curled up, but she didn't say anything.
He just held Lin En's hand tightly and didn't let go.
Su Wan became even more reserved. Facing this school-famous and powerful president, she subconsciously shrank behind Lin En.
Lin En looked at the document close at hand and Li Yutang's serious expression, but he could keenly catch a very subtle hint of meaning deep in her eyes that was not entirely due to official business.
He nodded. "Okay, I understand. I'll have the student in charge revise the proposal and submit it as soon as possible."
"Well," Li Yutang closed the folder, his eyes seemingly casually passing over the books he was holding. He then glanced at the two girls beside him and added calmly, "You've just recovered, so don't overwork yourself."
This sounds like the routine concern that student union cadres show to ordinary students.
But coming from the mouth of Li Yutang, who is very frugal with words, it seems a little unusual.
After saying this, she nodded slightly to Yan Qing and Su Wan as a greeting, then turned around and walked away calmly, her back looking tall and elegant.
"Mr. President really cares about his classmates." Yan Qing looked at Li Yutang's back and muttered in a slightly teasing tone, then shook Lin En's arm, "Alright, alright, hurry up and send Xiao Wan in, we still have to catch a movie!"
Lin En helped Su Wan take the book to the designated reading area in the library and put it down.
Su Wan blushed and thanked him again, her eyes full of reluctance.
After leaving the library, Yan Qing took Lin En and walked quickly out of the school.
"Oh, I almost forgot!" She suddenly remembered something and took out a thermos from her small bag and stuffed it into Lin En's hand. "Here, my mother made some rock sugar and snow pear soup. She insisted I bring you a portion. She said it moistens the lungs and relieves coughs, and it's good for your recovery. Drink it up!"
Lynn unscrewed the lid of the cup, and a sweet aroma hit her face.
He took a sip, and the warm liquid slid down his throat, bringing a comfortable warmth.
The sun was shining brightly, shining on the energetic smile of the girl beside him. In the distance, he could seem to see Li Yutang explaining his work to the student leaders. By the window of the library, perhaps Su Wan was secretly looking at this place.
There is no swordplay, no betrayal or sacrifice, no endless pain and death.
There are only the troubles of youth, implicit affection, slightly jealous teasing and a cup of warm sweet soup.
This ordinary and trivial daily life, this feeling of being cared for and remembered, is a luxurious and almost unreal warmth for Lin En, who has just escaped from billions of cycles of despair.
He took a deep breath of the air that smelled of sunshine and grass, feeling the steady heartbeat in his chest, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised a subtle, real arc.
No matter whether there is a bigger storm behind this sugar-coated daily life, he can truly feel the warmth at this moment.
In the days that followed, Lin En sat in the bright and clean classroom, listening to the teacher explaining the function formula at the podium, his eyes looking at the bright sunshine outside the window.
In reality, he has excellent grades and lives a wealthy life. Even though they know that he has a real girlfriend, Li Yutang and Su Wan are unwilling to give up.
Everything seems to be moving in a good direction. Probably no one can refuse such a wonderful life.
Su Wan, Li Yutang, and Yan Qing, these three people almost embody all the boy's fantasies about the opposite sex.
Perhaps it would be a good idea to just forget everything in that dream.
At this moment, the prisoner of fate silently watched the figure in the cocoon, who was gradually merging with the laws of fate and whose boundaries were becoming increasingly blurred.
The plan was progressing smoothly as He had anticipated.
Just wait a moment longer, and the final "real name" of Lin En, this special existence, will be completely eroded and rewritten by fate, thus completely inheriting His authority.
At that time, the shackles that have imprisoned Him for endless years will be broken, and He will be freed from this eternal duty of guardian and gain the freedom he has longed for.
Such a thought just emerged from His vast consciousness, with a barely perceptible hint of relaxation.
However, one night, Lynn came to the edge of the rooftop alone.
"Come out."
Obviously, his mind and perseverance exceeded the expectations of the prisoner of fate, and he actually woke up from this illusory dream.
Or rather, never been deceived.
Yet even so, the prisoner of fate is still trying.
The next second, those people Lin En cherished—Yan Qing, Su Wan, Li Yutang, even his sister and friends—appeared beside him as if drawn by invisible threads. Their expressions were so real, their eyes filled with sorrow, and they were all trying their best to keep him.
"Don't go. Lin En, promise me you'll stay, okay?"
Yan Qing, Yves's real girlfriend, who had the same face as Yves's, was shedding tears like pearls from a broken string. She clutched his arm tightly, her voice heartbreakingly plaintive, "Isn't this world a good place? You have us here, and I'm here with you."
Even his mother slowly walked out of the crowd, tears welling in her eyes. She reached out and gently stroked his cheek, her voice choking with sobs: "Son, this time, Mom really doesn't want to lose you again."
Even Li Yutang dropped her usual aloof demeanor and took a step forward. Her voice, though soft, was remarkably firm: "Lin En, don't leave. We all need you. Not just as a senior student, but also as someone who doesn't want you to leave."
However, Lin En's gaze did not linger on their tearful faces.
His gaze seemed to pass over their trembling shoulders, penetrate the walls of this warm classroom, and even penetrate the wall of nothingness that separated fiction and reality and was imperceptible to mortals.
His eyes were clear and cold, and deep within them burned a fire that saw through everything.
He spoke calmly, his voice low but carrying a strange, undeniable penetrating power, as if he were no longer speaking to the characters in this illusory world, but directly conversing with the supreme laws that governed this space and time:
"Come out."
These three words fell lightly again, yet they were as heavy as a thousand pounds.
They are no longer a challenge to the "prisoner of fate" that only exists in the story, but like a precise instruction, they directly question a greater and higher-dimensional existence hidden behind the scenes!
So, the moment the words fell—
Lynn "saw" it.
It was not with the eyes, but with the soul essence that had been tempered by billions of reincarnations and had transcended the mundane, that one touched upon the ultimate answer behind all things in the universe.
Endless information, rules, cause and effect, and the meaning of existence instantly flooded into his perception like a vast galaxy.
He understood, saw through it all.
Although there was nothing in front of him, he could clearly sense the other party's presence.
He does not reside in the sky, but exists outside the story.
To Lin En, to the prisoners of fate, and to all living beings in the billions of reincarnations, He is the absolute "outside world".
Its existence itself is the source of the world and the end of all realms.
To Him, time is not a long river flowing endlessly, but a book that can be unfolded, flipped through, and even altered at will; to Him, space is not a vast territory, but crystal fragments that can be stacked, twisted, and played with at will in the palm of His hand.
In His vision, all causes and effects, all possibilities, and the infinite branches of fate are like a sophisticated spider web, clearly laid out and every detail visible.
To Him, the so-called divine power and the birth and death of the universe are nothing more than punctuation marks already set between the lines, lacking any surprises or accidents.
He does not need a physical form. If He must be described, He is the ultimate aggregation of all “observations” and “settings.”
When He casts His "eyes" on a certain world, that world is "determined" from the infinite chaotic probabilities and begins to operate according to the rules that He tacitly approves or writes.
And when He turned His "sight" away, the world was like a closed page of a book, instantly returning to silence and nothingness, as if it had never existed.
He is the silent screenwriter, the cold-eyed reader, and the final judge of creation and annihilation without words.
In His eyes, all things are equal, there is only the difference between "interesting" and "boring".
The prisoner of fate thinks he is a chess player, but he doesn't know that he and the entire chessboard are just insignificant toys on his desk.
At this moment, He was looking at Lin En, not out of concern or malice, but more like a creator examining a character in his pen that was about to break out of its cage and try to look at him—a character that had suddenly become extremely "special".
All the gods in the other world, including the Prisoner of Fate, only exist in the world of fiction.
And what Lin En saw at this moment was the real person behind all this.
Its name is, High-Dimensional Overlooker.
what happened?
Prisoner of Fate was extremely confused by Lin En's sudden words.
At the same time, an imperceptible sense of panic arose in my heart.
Because He knew very well that Lin En, who was in the cocoon of fate at the moment, was not talking to him.
That’s not all.
“Click.”
Under His gaze, the cocoon of fate, which should have been indestructible, now began to show cracks!
"I'm sorry, there seems to be something wrong with what I said earlier."
Lin En's somewhat tired voice suddenly came out from the cocoon of fate, as if the past few seconds had suddenly passed by an eternity.
"You are not me." His tone suddenly turned cold. "Or rather, you are just one of the countless failed 'Lin's' in this established story, to the point where even your real name was taken away, and you watched helplessly as His Highness and Miss Witch met the most tragic end."
"A coward like you is worthy of having the same name as me?!"
The next moment, a shattering sound from the origin of the rules suddenly exploded!
A hand unexpectedly pierced through the cocoon of fate that should have been unbreakable without any warning!
Then he strangled the invisible and intangible "throat" of the prisoner of fate with incredible precision!
The powerful force not only imprisoned his form, but also instantly suppressed all his strength and will.
Unprecedented horror exploded wildly in the perception of the prisoner of fate.
The picture stops here.
One hundred thousand years later, the end of time and space.
The Council of Gods was solemn and silent. The voice of the God Ancestor Sia echoed among the stars like an eternal bell: "The Sword of Damocles has been raised - Witch of the End, accept this judgment!"
Countless gods cast cold, contemptuous, and even hateful glances at him.
Within the seal, time was forcibly frozen. The Witch of the End weakly lowered her eyes, her long hair scattered, like an abandoned doll.
She had already given up hope and slowly closed her eyes, waiting for the end to come.
The next second——
The planet suddenly exploded.
An indescribable light, like the first blazing light at the beginning of creation, swept across the entire universe!
The gods all showed expressions of joy, but before they could even cheer—
But he froze in place in an instant.
Because that light, a destructive weapon created by the ancestor of the gods, Xia, whose aftermath could kill them countless times, was wiped out by some unknown force in an instant, just like a graffiti on a drawing board.
The light fades, but the world remains.
As if nothing had happened.
The End Witch opened her eyes in disbelief.
Then, she saw the back.
The figure that she had missed for a hundred thousand years, felt guilty about for a hundred thousand years, and called out to silently in countless nights, was now standing in front of her.
Tears burst out instantly.
".Lynn?"
Her voice was trembling and she could hardly make a sound.
And he didn't look back.
But the gods saw clearly—he was entwined with countless threads of ethereal nothingness. Those threads, incredibly thin, stretched to every corner of time and space. It was as if the fate of all things was silently entwined between his fingers.
Even the gods vaguely saw their own light and shadow in these threads.
"Beyond the authority of the gods?" For the first time, God Ancestor Xia looked solemn. "How is that possible?!"
Lynn never answered.
He just raised his hand slightly.
A god suddenly exploded—without sound or light, as if all traces of his existence were wiped out of thin air.
Another ancient god roared and mobilized his power, and the river of time rolled back, but Lin En just glanced at it lightly, and the vast river dried up in an instant, as if it had never existed.
"Rewrite fate!" a god whispered tremblingly, "He is manipulating the thread of fate!"
The gods finally panicked and used their strongest magic and supreme power.
The next moment, countless stars fell and the kingdom of God collapsed!
But when all the attacks approached Lin En's body within a thousand feet, they were like being caught in an invisible net, and were quietly decomposed, reconstructed, and even turned against him by those invisible threads.
A goddess shrouded in light and shadow had just thrown her eternal spear, but was shocked to find that her divinity was being entangled, stripped off, and rewritten by silk threads.
She screamed and fell from the altar, and turned to ashes in an instant.
The God Ancestor Xia finally stood up, his eyes extremely heavy.
It was obvious that everything before his eyes had gone beyond the scope of battle. Instead, Lin En was manipulating the power of fate to completely wipe them out from this world.
Lin Nen walked slowly forward, and wherever he walked, the gods fell like rice ears.
Some gods wanted to escape, but were pulled by his fingertips, and the thread of fate broke, and they returned to nothingness.
But in just a few breaths, the once arrogant and domineering Council of Gods was completely defeated.
The Witch of the End looked at his back, tears streaming down her face.
She couldn't imagine what kind of world Lin En had been to in the past 100,000 years.
And now he's back—
Just to rewrite the ending for her at the moment she was tried.
"You don't think that just because you have the power of the Prisoner of Fate, you will be invincible in the world, do you?"
The God Ancestor Xia spoke indifferently.
He was surrounded by storms and golden thunder, with blazing white flames burning on his body. He streaked across the sky like a human-shaped natural disaster. Even space was ruthlessly destroyed wherever he passed, turning into shattered black cracks, greedily devouring everything around him.
Lynn said nothing.
He raised his hand—billions of threads of fate converged between his fingers, like the flickering stars in the sky, or like the eternal night finally falling into silence.
The "authority of creation" that the God Ancestor Xia was proud of was as fragile as dust at this moment.
He tried to mobilize the power of the entire river of time to crush Lin En, but the torrent that was powerful enough to tear the stars apart disappeared silently when it touched him, as if it had never existed.
"You control creation," Lin En finally spoke, his voice so calm that it seemed as if he was stating the truth. "And I will write the end."
The next moment, the silk thread gathered.
There was no collision of brilliance, no wailing and trembling.
Xia's body began to disappear from her fingertips, like a blot of ink being erased—not destruction, but negation.
His existence was completely erased from all cause and effect and all timelines.
It was as if the ancestor of God Xia had never been born.
The remains of the gods floated in the broken space and time, like puppets with their strings torn, without a sound.
Lin En turned around slowly, his steps were a little heavy, but he still walked towards the sealed figure firmly.
The Witch of the End—Ivester stared at him blankly, the tears on her face had not yet dried, and her eyes were filled with shock, heartache and unspeakable attachment.
Lynn said nothing, but stretched out her hands and gently untied the seal that bound her.
The next moment, he held her tightly in his arms.
"It's okay."
His voice was still clear, but it was filled with an unignorable fatigue, as if he had gone through billions of years of vicissitudes.
The Witch of the End trembled in his arms, her fingers subconsciously grasping the collar of his shirt, as if she was afraid that this was just an illusion.
But his embrace was so real, and his heartbeat was transmitted through the fabric of his clothes - slow, heavy, but still firm.
She looked up at him.
The boy's features remained the same, and he still looked handsome and elegant, but his hair was completely white.
And from his voice, Miss Witch heard a hint of imperceptible old age.
“Your hair.”
Her voice choked.
"It's okay." He interrupted gently, running his fingertips through her long hair, "It's all over."
She closed her eyes and finally burst into tears in his arms.
The one hundred thousand years of waiting, loneliness and despair were completely melted away in this "It's okay".
The dawn light gently falls on the Bart Leon Manor, and the morning mist is like a veil, lingering between the rose bushes and stone steps in the courtyard.
The morning light shines through the curtains and falls on Yvesette's eyelashes.
She seemed to have struggled out of an extremely long, dark dream, her heartbeat was still slightly erratic, and her breathing was still a little rapid.
She dreamed of the judgment of the gods, the collapse of the universe, endless loneliness and despair.
But the next moment, she felt the temperature.
Yvesette slowly opened her eyes and found that the young man she loved madly was now curled up in her arms with a peaceful expression and sleeping soundly.
His face was as peaceful as ever, and his breathing was slow, as if he had just gone through a tiring adventure and finally returned home to sleep.
She stared at him, unable to tell whether this was a continuation of a dream or a real gift.
Until her eyes fell on her left hand——
A simple iron ring was put on the ring finger at some point.
It was rough and simple, without any gorgeous carvings, but it tightly wrapped around her fingertips, like a silent and firm oath.
It looks a lot like a wedding ring.
She raised her hand gently, looked at the iron ring, and the corners of her mouth rose involuntarily.
At that moment, tears silently fell.
She leaned down and put her face close to Lin En's forehead, listening to his steady breathing and feeling his real presence.
"Welcome back."
She murmured softly, as if she was talking to him, or as if she was confirming it to herself.
The sunlight gradually became brighter, shrouding the embracing figures of the two.
Everything is as quiet as before.
As if nothing happened.
It also seemed as if a full 100,000 years had passed.
Yvesette laughed softly.
(End of this chapter)
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