Another World: My life is on the rise!

Lin En was startled, then came back to her senses and looked at the obedient rosy face and big watery eyes in front of her. Zuo Zuo was really cute like never before.

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Lin En's heart suddenly began to beat.

Ugh!

This is really the first time I have seen Zuo Luo who can take the initiative to say such words. In this case, who can bear it?

really.

Only the patient Loli can heal your scarred heart. The evil Lolita control and so on, at this time, you can only admit it without any distractions!

If this is the case, then you really have no choice but to kiss her hard! !

(๑＞︶＜)و

But that was when Lin En was about to do some familiar and wonderful things while holding her soft and affectionate Zuo Zuo.

The door was opened with a bang from outside.

"Lynn, are you okay? I have found you some of the most experienced doctors in Night City. Whether it is trauma to the soul or body, they can cure it with a knife. Do you mind doing an operation right now? !”

Bai Ye, along with several knife-wielding night doctors, kicked open the door seriously.

Then he immediately saw Lin En, who was hugging Zuo Luo and eager to try, on the bed.

"..."

Bai Ye: "Well...it seems that I came at the wrong time..."

Lynn: "If you are my brain, you came at the right time, uncle."

Bai Ye: "...Do I need surgery..."

Lynn: "No, I just want to do my hands."

"..."

…

…

A few hours later.

In the temporary hall of Night City, Linn closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the ground. After bullying his Zuozuo, he walked out of the room for the first time in several days.

During those two days, he had indeed been thinking.

The dark future lies ahead.

And whether he wants it or not, he will face it one day. This is not a problem that can be solved by escaping.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Yes.

It is true that he did not have a heroic and glorious life like Lord Violet, nor did he have the numb accumulation of countless lives of that ancient reincarnated figure, but this still cannot take into account the fact that he may not be their next life, but they have the same soul.

Even though he is disabled.

But he can still inherit part of their legacy.

He looked at his hands.

"Indeed, if he recovers, as the king who created this new world, he will indeed have a higher starting point to face the darkness in the outer world, and he can do better... But since you put The right to choose is left to me, so I have to fight for it no matter what.”

He closed his eyes.

I may not be you.

But I also have everything I want to cherish and protect.

And this is the decision he has made now.

"Lynn - are you sure? Your soul is still in a state of division. If you rush to infuse power into your soul, it is very likely that your will will collapse. In human terms - There's a good chance you'll turn into an idiot—"

The Witch God, accompanied by Xiao, looked at Lin En in front of him complicatedly and gave him a warning.

Xiaoxiao also stretched out his tentacles worriedly and wrapped them around Linn's wrist.

"Brother, the doctor - is very dangerous - I don't want anything to happen to my brother -"

Lynn closed her eyes.

He pinched the slippery tentacles and said softly:

"No, maybe I didn't know it before, but after experiencing so many things, no one knows better than me what kind of soul I carry, which can allow two monsters to resurrect one after another in my body... …It has already been explained.”

The head of the witch god frowned and said:

"But - I still don't quite know - what you want to do -"

Linn raised his head and looked out the window at the surging black fog.

There was tenderness in his eyes.

"At least under the current circumstances, before I can find a path that truly suits me, I must also allow myself to be able to skillfully control the powers that I should have like them."

"If I can't do it."

"Then I will be powerless in all the accidents that may happen in the future, but I don't want what happened in Night City to happen in front of me again."

He raised his head.

The billowing yellow sand came to mind.

Because he is the soul of the First Born, even if it is just a fragment, the great power from the beginning of all things carried by this fragment is still not something that outsiders can compete with.

Although he can't become the Violet King.

But he also has to try to control this power.

That comes from the depths of my soul, the buried and hidden ancient power, because only in this way can he have a glimmer of hope before that dark future.

Zuozuo raised his head and said:

"If this is the case...will that make the white-haired man come back again..."

Lin En looked at his hands and whispered:

"No more..."

"Never again, I'm afraid."

Because he had made his choice, he left this life to him.

He closed his eyes and sat down. The huge violet magic circle lit up little by little under his drive. In his mind floated the pictures of the ancient memories seen from the dark sea, pursuing the great power that represents the first birth.

This power only comes from their common soul.

It has always existed.

But as a raven in this life, no one has left him a way to awaken that power, and now he can only rely on himself to slowly explore.

But anyway.

This is also the only way for him to bear the pressure.

...

Time flies.

For a long time, Lin En has been in that state, with his eyes closed, sitting cross-legged in the center of the light and dark pupilless magic circle, in that self-summoning, feeling the power from the depths of the soul.

In that dark sea, he also saw the great lord's explanation of that power in the picture of that life.

It comes from the great unification of all rules.

In the beginning, even without the godhood, he was able to initially develop this great power by relying on his mastery of the various law systems.

In his hands, it was like a thin stream of yellow sand.

Just like the sand that circulates back and forth in the hourglass, it also represents his greatest attachment and waiting for his wife.

He slowly stretched out his hand.

For a moment.

His forehead was gray.

Just like the figure with white hair in the cry of the raven he saw in the ancient image of the old god.

Time flies.

Day after day.

Finally, at a certain moment after who knows how long, he opened his eyes, and his white hair had retreated, leaving only a trace of white on his forehead.

He finally opened his palm.

The thin stream of yellow sand was like a weak flame in the dark night.

It seemed to be extinguished at any time, but it was tenacious.

Illuminating.

Bringing a glimmer of hope.