Another World: My life is on the rise!

“…”

After a few minutes.

“That’s it.”

The heart said very honestly:

“My mistress is an ancient creature that has existed since before the Genesis. Although there are many creatures that can live for many years, my mistress is definitely the most powerful one among them. In a sense, whether my mistress can even be regarded as a “creature” is questionable. The status of the mistress is too high, so high that we can’t guess it at all.”

Lin En thought and pushed the syringe in his hand from time to time, rubbed his dead fish eyes and said:

“I know this, I have seen some of the memories of your great lord, but I still don’t quite understand, what is she…?”

The heart stared at the needle in his hand, looking at the small (beep——) (beep——) dripping on the ground and growing like a mushroom, and said honestly:

“It’s the Pillar God of Disorder.”

“In fact, in the era when I was born, there were no gods in this world. All the gods had been killed by my king before the Genesis, but I mean The god of our ordered universe, but in fact, outside our ordered universe, there is a boundless chaotic realm called [Disorder Abyss]. "

"And from the information I know, our mistress is one of the three largest pillar gods in the disorder abyss."

"In ancient times, the mistress had another name."

"Painter."

Lin En frowned and said, "Painter?"

The heart moved up and down, mimicking the action of nodding, and said:

"Yes, but the only people who know this name are us jailers who have been following the mistress. In addition, there are two other disorder pillar gods who are as famous as our mistress. One is called [Musician] or [Singer] by us, but a long time ago, the jailer and the mistress launched a battle against that pillar god together. Whether it exists now, I am afraid that only the jailer and the mistress who participated in that war know it. "

Lin En recalled the memory of the ancient king he saw from the old man, and thought about it.

The color of eternal chaos, the indescribable rhythm of terror.

No doubt.

In the era of the ancient king, these two were definitely terrifying beings standing at the top of the world.

Lin En frowned and said, "If that's the case, then the other one is..."

The heart was beating wildly, and the voice was deliberately lowered.

"【Sleeper】"

"The real first pillar god in history, in our ancient history, my king should have successfully taken over this terrifying existence in the end, that is to say, in a sense, there are no sleepers in this world, and instead, there are..."

"My king."

Lin En's heart beat wildly, but he quickly suppressed it.

Lin En frowned and said, "My body that released the raven?"

The heart did not speak for a long time.

He did not answer Lin En's question directly, or rather, this was a taboo issue that could not be discussed for all jailers.

But at this moment, he really wanted him to know.

"At least I think so."

"Do you know why we are loyal to our king? Because he never did it for himself. He killed everything in that world in that era. Many people think he is a demon king who destroys the world, but not because death has no meaning for my king. The only thing he wants to do is to break the cold and suffocating order of that era and let every creature in that world have the right to choose freely."

"And the ravens were born at that time."

"At the beginning of Genesis, it was the mistress and countless ravens who restored the past world, allowing every creature to be reborn in this new world. Even those gods were forgiven by my king and had their own new life. Do you know? In the end, everyone came back..."

He fell silent, and finally said:

"Only my king didn't."

Lin En listened to his story, telling the story that happened before endless time.

His words were short, but they made Lin En feel a huge vicissitude.

He suddenly remembered the flower.

The moon orchid.

In the ancient story, the flower language represents silent waiting.

That is to say, there is a person who has been waiting for him since the beginning of the creation.

The heart said:

"So you have never been my king. Even if you have the same face and the same name, you are not him. You are just a raven, a fragment released by my king. But sometimes we also think that if we let you have the memory of the great king and let the mark of my king revive in your body, will he be equivalent to coming back."

"After all, you have the same soul, can you become the same flower that blooms on the root system."

Lin En opened his eyes and could not express himself on this philosophical question.

Just at that moment.

He suddenly remembered the blue girl who suddenly appeared beside him when he fell into hell for the second time.

She told him.

He is not.

Lin En shook his head vigorously, adjusted his monocle, and his eyes regained rationality, saying:

"Of course I'm not. No matter how great he is, I don't want to be. I'm from the Night City. I'm Lin En, the night doctor who came out of Wandering Soul Alley. It's that simple."

The heart was silent for a longer period of time this time.

He looked deeply at Linn.

"But there is actually a chance. We almost succeeded. I believe that the great king came back once, and that was him. At least he was our king before he became a sleeper."

Lin En opened his dead fish eyes, pinched his monocle, and said with a faint smile;

"It seems that in the past few days, you have had a good understanding of what happened during your imprisonment."

The heart said firmly:

"So this plan can actually succeed, right?"

But after saying that, he quickly became depressed again.

Because it's just like what Lynn said before.

So what if it succeeds?

If the Maharaja is unwilling to return to the world in such a way, then what is the use of everything they have done?

Of course Linn knew why. He had seen the memory of the great king in the old man, because he had been fighting against this fate all his life, because there was a terrible guy who arranged everything, and in the end he almost lost his life. Resurrection in the body had already happened, so how could he want to see...himself become the monster he had been fighting against all his life.

If he comes back, he will not be the same king.

Linn also fell silent.

The two of them were silent together.

"..."

"..."

"So is it a little bad for the two of us to emo here together?"

"I'm recalling the past very sadly, can you give me some face and not interrupt?"