Another World: My life is on the hook!

Chapter 2590: The Sinful Throne

She seems to have changed.

So much has changed.

In the ancient memories he recalled, or perhaps when he saw her for the last time, she was still as arrogant as she was back then. That playful smile that seemed to want to play with the whole world in the palm of her hand had almost become a nightmare in his dreams every night since he regained his memory, and it was impossible to get rid of it.

Because it was she who manipulated his life, and it was she who created the psychic ascendant and the once extremely crazy self.

Because she has no mercy on anyone except herself.

But she is now.

Although she hid it very well, he could still see that her eyes seemed to contain endless pain and guilt.

"You know, like the Colossus and the others, you are also the most important fragment of the Trinity. On this long road to the future, you will also be his guide on the path of psychic power. This is also the reason why I created you."

Ser Egwene stood there in silence.

His hands clenched little by little.

The woman in the red dress stood up and took a deep breath. Her illusory figure seemed as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

She glanced sideways, her eyes seeming to be bloodshot.

"I know you can't accept your past."

"I also know that you hate me, your creator, because I toyed with your life. I gave you all my arrogance, my contempt and indifference towards this dream world. Because at that time, I never regarded this world as real. I was just like Ether and the others, high and mighty and arrogant."

She stretched out her hand to support the broken wall beside her, and the face beneath her long hair fell into silence.

Because it's nothing but exploitation.

Because of the existence of higher dimensions, why would we care about the phantoms in dreams?

"I regret."

"I want to change it, but I don't have time."

Rumbling dark clouds and drizzling rain.

She turned her head and faced the figure under the hood. Her eyes seemed to be filled with sadness and pain that were difficult to conceal. The strong wind blew her long hair, as if it wanted to blow her away from this world.

Ser Egwene vaguely sensed that something was wrong with her.

Because her eyes were no longer the same as before, but her voice seemed like some kind of farewell.

"He doesn't want you to go back. Even if he misses you, he doesn't want you to go back because he knows what it means for you to come back. He desperately tried to keep that mechanical girl, so he doesn't want to lose another person no matter what."

Ser Egwene bit her lip.

His body trembled in waves, and he suppressed his emotions violently.

"But sometimes that's fate."

"Because sometimes I think it's so simple, just gathering those fragments back together and then walking this path without any reservations, what's the difficulty? But as I walk, many unnecessary concerns and setbacks arise. I always find that absurd, because is there anything more important than my own strength and the survival of the world?"

She smiled.

Carrying countless emotions that he could not understand, carrying waves of indescribable sadness, it seemed to him that it was something that should never appear in her eyes.

But he didn't understand all this.

He didn't know what was wrong with her.

I don't know what happened to her.

"Why are you telling me this?"

He finally looked at the woman with complicated feelings.

"Because I don't think there's anyone in this world so stupid as to shed tears for a heartless witch who only wants to use him."

She seemed to stretch her arms as hard as she could, as if she was going to stretch herself. She closed her eyes, as if she wanted to hide the sparkle under her eyelashes, as if she wanted to embrace the free and unrestrained life in the past again.

But some things, once they happen, once you accept them.

You can never go back.

“So I was thinking.”

She paced back and forth, clasping two fingers behind her back like a child who had just learned to walk, looking at her legs, and strolling briskly across the ruins like a young girl.

"If that's the case, then let's leave something behind, since we're all going to die anyway... The feeling of someone shedding tears for you doesn't seem so bad. I don't think anyone will remember me in the future, but after that... I think that guy will definitely remember me. Even if no one else does, he will, and he might even mourn for me."

“So, actually, I’m pretty happy.”

She turned her head and smiled, a rare sight.

But soon the smile on her face melted like ice.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

She raised her chin and the corners of her mouth somewhat self-deprecatingly.

"Actually, in the past, I wouldn't have cared at all. After knowing that incident, I might even have added fuel to the fire. Because there's nothing more joyful in this world than watching others go through suffering. I would definitely try my best to help him move forward, and then laugh at him cruelly from the shadows."

"So, there is such a future waiting for you."

The silence around was suffocating.

The wind blew through the dust on the ground, through the endless silence between them, and blew up her long red skirt.

She smiled.

A very sad smile.

"But when I think of the tear someone shed for you, I wonder why I need to know all this. Why can't I just die in peace?"

"I will not stop until he has shed as many tears as he wants."

Ser Egwene stared at her in a daze, at the woman who seemed like she would disappear at any moment, as if a huge disaster was rumbling down and drowning her sad and painful eyes.

She came to say goodbye.

Because I still don't want to see him again.

Because you can't stand it.

Because when you finally want to leave something for the only person who cares about you to accompany him through this doomsday, you find out.

All you can leave him is.

Pain.

……

"Egwen, after I die, you will be the only one in this world who knows this secret."

"You must return to his side. You must guide him gradually toward mastering the third stage of Black Fire. You must withstand all the pressure and deceive the one who trusts you the most. Before everything becomes unstoppable, you must allow him to truly ascend the Dark Throne, powerful enough to defy the calamity."

"sorry Sorry……"

"I never knew it would be like this. I just thought I could just follow this path step by step. That person outside of time told me that as long as I finished it, it would be fine! This is the first time I wanted to leave something for someone, and then I knew it would end like this. I have no choice. I don't have much time left. I can only give this task to you."

"You can't let him know... You absolutely cannot tell him about this future... You must lie to him. This is the last resort for the world to survive this apocalypse."

……

that day.

It was also the first time that he saw the woman slumped in front of him and crying bitterly.

She cried so painfully, as if she was about to die.

But he could not be comforted.

He retreated empty-handed, with endless dark clouds hovering above his head, as if to kill you and destroy all your hopes.

Because it was only much later that he finally realized it.

Why is the fire in the second stage the fire of sin?

because……

【Only sinners go to hell.】

……

that day.

When Lin En, covered in blood, finally fought his way back from the chaotic deep space, he saw his familiar family members one after another in the Night City Hall, and saw their red eyes looking at him.

He saw the figure of Brother Aiwen and saw him lowering his head in silence.

He rushed into the hall quickly.

He rushed to the Dreamweaver's room.

It was like the fluttering of countless petals. It was the first day of his triumphant return. The tall flag of the City of Night stood on the tower, announcing his victory every time.

But that day.

Dreamweaver left him.

The last living alien who had ever come to the main universe left here forever.

Say goodbye without saying goodbye.