Chapter 50

“I’m going to make you remember me, Ivyst.”

But then again, why the heck should I go this far for that woman? After figuring out the timeline’s setup, Lynn suddenly had this thought pop into his head.

Honestly, I don’t even like her! The stuff that went down between us was a total disaster.

All of this was forced upon me by that terrible villainous princess from the past.

Sure, the Sorceress of the End seems like a totally different person now, not so crazy anymore, but the things she did won’t just vanish.

Besides, Lynn couldn’t help but recall that scene from earlier.

“I’m Lynn. Lynn Bartleon.”

“Never heard of you.”

Just thinking about her icy expression made Lynn’s heart boil with a nameless rage.

He wanted to rip open his collar and show her the thorny mark she left on his chest.

Even though logic told him that the current Sorceress of the End probably couldn’t remember the past, his emotions were in the driver’s seat right now.

How disgusting.

It was you who kidnapped me and completely changed the course of my life, so why do you act like you’re the innocent party now? He wanted to poke her in the nose and ask her that.

But in the end, he held back his urge.

Calm down.

Don’t forget your original goal.

Ultimately, he came here to escape that woman’s clutches and was begging to become a follower of the Sorceress of the End.

He couldn’t lose sight of that.

Taking a deep breath, Lynn looked back at the Sorceress of the End: “Your Highness, the reason I called upon you today is that I have a request.”

“What is it?”

The Sorceress of the End casually fiddled with the chain draped around her slender neck, clearly not that interested.

“You must have noticed that I once believed in the Lord of the Stars. Unfortunately, I was betrayed by Him, making me a forsaken one.” Lynn bowed respectfully, “So, I ask you to accept me and let me become your follower, reigniting the divine spark within me.”

They say the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Looking at the deities in the Temple of the Gods, it appeared that the Lord of the Stars was also one of the culprits behind sealing the Sorceress of the End.

Surely she wouldn’t refuse, right? Just as that thought crossed his mind, he saw the white-haired woman gently shake her head: “I refuse.”

Lynn stood there dumbfounded: “Why?”

The Sorceress of the End didn’t answer but instead pointed her index finger lightly at the top of the Temple of the Gods.

Lynn instinctively looked up.

Along with some subtle fluctuations, the originally spiraling top structure vanished like a mirage.

What replaced it was a sight that left him in shock.

A vast expanse of starry sky unfurled before him like a painting.

But that wasn’t the main point.

Staring at the colossal object suspended in the sky, Lynn swallowed hard.

At this moment, he felt like a frog peering at the sky from a well, realizing just how insignificant he really was.

It was a magical weapon resembling a fortress, taking the form of a massive sword, with a coarse surface littered with all kinds of Magical Guiding Matrices.

Because it was so enormous, the shadow cast by it seemed to envelop the entire planet in darkness before impending doom.

The Sword of Damocles.

This thought instinctively crossed Lynn’s mind.

In the original work, the Sorceress of the End was too strong to be killed by the gods.

So the male lead took a different path, spending countless eons fully refining a super-sized planet into this ultimate doomsday weapon.

The collisions between planets were already world-ending level events.

And with the boost of the Magical Guiding Matrices, its immense power would probably rise several magnitudes higher.

The aftershocks of an explosion could wipe out an entire star system, and Lynn thought that wasn’t an exaggeration at all.

Because at this very moment, aside from Ivyst, who was imprisoned in the Temple of the Gods, there were no other living beings left on the planet. Everyone had gone to seek refuge in the divine realm established by their believed gods, just to escape the ultimate clash between good and evil.

Fortunately in the end, justice triumphed.

And judging by the current situation, this world-ending magical weapon might strike with a mighty force at any moment.

When that happens, the Sorceress of the End would meet her end within the Temple of the Gods.

Once she truly dies, her divine nature would dissipate, and the divine spark within her followers would extinguish along with her.

So this was all utterly pointless.

Lynn’s heart gradually grew cold.

However, the Sorceress of the End wasn’t finished speaking yet.

“Moreover,” the originally serene white-haired woman now wore a slightly mocking smile, “I already said, I don’t know you.”

“You think you can become my follower? Who do you think you are?”

As he looked at her, her indifference tinged with a hint of malice, he momentarily thought he saw the shadow of that villainous princess.

Even though, on a sensory level, they were as different as night and day.

Lynn fell into silence.

“Go back.”

The Sorceress of the End seemed unwilling to let him linger any longer, giving a gentle wave of her hand.

The next second, a crack in space gleaming with black light quietly appeared behind Lynn.

Feeling the familiar pull, Lynn realized he was about to be sent back to his original time.

This time leaving might truly mean goodbye forever.

With his head hung low and without a word, Lynn let that force draw him into the rift.

Seeing this, the white-haired woman withdrew her gaze.

Meanwhile, the order chains cascading from all directions suddenly began to emit a dazzling golden light! As the gods’ power surged, the Sorceress of the End felt a sharp pain, furrowing her brow slightly.

Though she was currently wounded, her power still allowed her to shield against the gods’ probing, keeping this place independent of the real world and unaffected by outside influence.

But these order chains binding her inflicted unbearable pain every single day.

As if undergoing some kind of torture and interrogation to gradually break down her mental will.

The Sorceress of the End closed her eyes, quietly enduring it all.

“Oh, so you were afraid of me seeing your ugly state, that’s why you were so eager to get me to leave.”

Suddenly, the words made the Sorceress of the End open her eyes.

She instinctively looked into the distance.

Instead of being sucked into the rift, Lynn had his hands gripping the edges, resisting the pull from around him.

Half of his body was already submerged in the blackness, yet he still refused to just vanish.

The Sorceress of the End’s expression turned icy in an instant.

While enduring the pain from the golden light, she waved her hand once more.

The already strong pull increased several folds.

Lynn’s body was like a shrimp being bent over, looking utterly pathetic.

But he still wouldn’t let go of his grip.

At that moment, their gazes met again in mid-air.

“I’m Lynn Bartleon.” He gritted his teeth, glaring at her fiercely, “If that’s your reason for rejecting me—”

“I’ll make you remember me, Ivyst.”

He said, word by word.

Before his voice could fade,

Lynn couldn’t resist that force any longer and disappeared into the spatial crack.

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