Another World: My life is on the hook!

But no matter what, it would be a good thing if the God King could stop being so obsessed.

Although I don't know if he will help them in the end.

But whatever.

With the disaster already blocking everything, being able to have one less terrifying enemy was already the greatest gift fate had given them.

talking.

Lin En closed his eyes, and those balls that looked like movie scenes surrounded him one after another, like sparks in the dark night.

No matter what, since the God King is willing to give him this opportunity, if this is an opportunity for his future self to change his destiny, then he must seize it no matter what and make himself stronger!

hum-

Linn suddenly opened his eyes.

Every time a challenge to the God King occurred in the world before his eyes, he disassembled it frame by frame as if he had pressed the slow motion button, and studied it detail by detail.

Including the way of attacking that God-King and the control over every detail of the power of the First Born.

this moment.

Countless scenes replayed in his mind.

He tried to put himself into the perspective of the God-King and become him, especially the part where he took away his trident and transformed the power of the First Born into thousands of complex laws in that instant. He watched it over and over again.

"Brain! Let's practice together! Zuo Zuo will become stronger together with the Brain!"

"it is good!"

Time flies by.

In the past 210,000 years, day after day, they even forgot about time and forgot about day and night.

Zuo Zuo held a sword that she had carved out of stone, and her small body leaped swiftly above one huge tombstone after another, practicing sword drawing day after day. She closed her eyes, and her mind kept echoing the stunning sword swipe by the white-haired left hand that she had seen in the phantom of the old war.

It's like the choice in Steins;Gate.

Like the evil master, she may have actively or passively embarked on the path that would make her stronger.

Time flies.

Lin En had been sitting there cross-legged for who knows how long. All he could see was that his body was covered with fine dust.

He closed his eyes and remained motionless.

And in the distance.

hum-

There was a sharp sound of a knife.

The stone sword in Zuo Zuo's hand was reflected in her eyes, and there was a trace of struggle and difficulty in her eyes. The blood in her body spread little by little to the stone sword in her hand. She gathered her strength, her black hair draped over her shoulders, and finally her eyes were slowly filled with the determination unique to a loli.

"Yeah!"

She jumped up, gritted her teeth, and instantly slashed down at a huge stone tablet in front of her.

hum-

A breeze blows by, and the blood and energy dissipate.

Zuo Zuo's small body fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

She turned her head and looked at the intact tombstone, with a trace of worry and sadness in her eyes, as well as a little grievance.

"Damn it, failed again."

The more she practiced, the more she felt the gap between herself and the left hand in the illusion.

It used to be simple.

But after entering this door, she found that she was obviously still far from being able to achieve the level of killing three jailers with one sword like her.

"Is my approach wrong, or..."

She murmured and turned her head.

Looking at the stone sword in his hand.

She lowered her head.

He put the sword into the scabbard he made with some sadness, turned around and left, to start the basic training again as he did tens of thousands of times every day.

But it was at the moment when she sheathed her sword.

Sonorous——

Rumble, rumble——

She suddenly raised her head blankly, and the breeze in the darkness blew her hair.

Behind her, the huge stone tablet that she had slashed with a sword moved like a giant. In the silent darkness, the hundreds of meters high stone tablet slowly moved horizontally, as if it had been neatly cut, and slowly slid to one side and hit the ground, making a loud noise that shook the entire underground.

A cloud of dust rose up.

Zuo Zuo turned his head slowly in a daze.

She looked at the neatly cut cross-sections on the huge stone tablet.

The scarred hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

……

"Head!! I succeeded!! Zuo Zuo did not fail!! Zuo Zuo was finally able to make that slash!!"

The petite figure in the darkness rushed towards Lynn with great joy.

And Lynn still had her eyes closed.

Sitting there cross-legged, motionless.

Zuo Zuo stopped shouting. Although she really wanted her little friend to witness her progress, she still walked lightly and landed carefully next to Lin En so as not to disturb him with her movements.

Just sit down, hold your cheek, and look at this guy's cheek closely.

She knows it.

As long as this guy doesn't speak, when he is serious and quiet, he gives people a sense of reliability and security.

"Just figure it out slowly, brain. Zuo Zuo also believes that you will become even more powerful than before!"

"You can do it for sure!"

"Zuo Zuo has always believed in you."

Day after day, when she woke up every day, she would help him wipe off the dust on his body bit by bit, and then continue her training day after day. Then, around night, she would come back and become his left hand, sleeping soundly on his legs.

Although she could have left him and lived independently a long time ago.

But so many years have passed.

In fact, she had already gotten used to being a part of him, pretending that she was just an ordinary left hand, hanging on his body without having to think about anything. She could even sleep soundly when he was fighting.

She did not choose to inherit the memories of the Colossus Twins.

Because she felt that it was not her.

At least in this life when she woke up, she accepted her fate and just treated her as a pendant of his, which didn't seem bad.

Time flies by.

Finally one day.

When she finished her training, turned back into his left hand and fell asleep.

Lin En, who had been sitting there for a long time and almost rooted to death, suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes.

It's like breaking ground and being reborn.

He slowly stretched out his hand.

But this time.

He did not summon up his surging Firstborn powers, nor did he let them flow violently and fill his body like they did every time he used them in the past.

Just slowly.

That wisp of fine yellow sand, reflected in his eyes, lingered between his fingers.

He stared at the streak of yellow sand for a long time.

Then he stretched out his long-stretched hand.

He raised it up very slowly, he also raised his head, he trembled, and then slowly drew a line in the air in front of him.