Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

Chapter 318: Chapter 207: Lynn, the Lowly “Impurity” _3
 

“Of course, it’s for healing wounds.”

Lynn replied.

“Healing wounds?” Glaya was somewhat taken aback. “Then why not let me bring you a bottle of Moonlight Original Liquid?”

“The wounds on my body can’t be healed by something like Moonlight Original Liquid.”

As he spoke, Lynn slowly took off his upper clothing, revealing his lean and muscular physique.

At this moment, his entire body was covered in strands of blood that were so deep they revealed bone, as if he was being tightly wrapped by some invisible threads. Blood streamed continuously, but moments later it would seem as though time had reversed, returning back inside him and then continuing in a cycle.

However, it was not only on the surface of his body.

Every inch of Lynn’s flesh, even his bones and heart, were enduring an excruciating pain that did not stop for a moment.

Although he could comfort himself with the notion that it was “just accumulating pain energy,” it was ultimately hard to bear.

Especially after being weakened by Miss Witch, otherwise, Lynn Bartleion would have perished long ago due to the excessive use of the Power of Destiny.

This was the price of using the Life Player.

Moonlight Original Liquid could only treat the injuries on his body and was limited to just “wounds.”

The changes occurring in Lynn’s body now seemed more like some sort of punishment derived from the law of causality, naturally incapable of being healed by any healing potion.

The first time he saw the wounds on his body, Lynn subconsciously recalled the vision he saw using the Lie Swallowing in the dungeons of Orn City.

In that vision, an unknown being named “Prisoner of Destiny” also seemed to be suffering a similar punishment.

But the number of threads and their scale were billions of times more than what he faced now?

He likely had some connection with that mysterious, insubstantial entity, yet all of this was ultimately not what he needed to consider urgently right now.

“You probably don’t want to see the next part.”

This time, Lynn seriously issued a dismissal.

Sensing the severity in his voice, Glaya paused for a few seconds, then sighed and slowly stood up.

Looking at Lynn’s pale face, Glaya really wanted to say something, but in the end, he couldn’t utter a word.

“Anyway, come back alive.”

Upon hearing this, Lynn smirked. “Of course, who do you think I am?”

After watching Glaya leave, and looking at the room that had returned to quiet, Lynn gradually subdued the smile on his face.

Although it seemed he couldn’t avoid fighting alone, the people he had saved along the way were not illusions.

This could be seen from the black threads on Glaya’s body.

The threads on normal people were translucent, emitting an uncanny, dreamy color, unlike those who were supposed to die in Orn City.

People like Glaya, who were meant to die but survived due to the diversion of destiny he brought about, had threads that were different from ordinary people.

In other words,

Destiny was not unchangeable, nor was there ever a predetermined tragedy.

There was still hope everything was not too late.

Lynn slowly pulled out Pine’s cards from his pocket.

As previously mentioned, the urgent task was to suppress the injuries on his body and recover at least the minimal ability to move freely.

So next, he was about to conduct an unprecedented experiment.

Under Life Player mode, he could graft the Destiny Threads of everything onto each other, achieving a state of transfer.

But all of this had one condition.

The grafting of the threads could only occur between individuals with similar weight of destiny.

For instance, previously in the old factory, Lynn had grafted the Destiny Threads of Fourth Prince Joshua onto the limb connector.

At that scene, apart from Tiya who had a destiny weight far surpassing everyone else, the others weren’t even worth mentioning as grafting candidates because they hadn’t appeared in the original work.

That is to say, if he wanted to transfer the punitive causality on his body to another individual, he first needed to find an existence with a destiny weight similar to his own.

If Glaya knew about this condition, he would probably be very curious about what kind of being could have a similar destiny weight to Lynn.

Not just him, even people like Ivyst and even the enemies who had been defeated by Lynn would probably be curious about the answer to this question.

And now, the answer was clear.

Just as Miss Witch had previously assessed him,

The youth didn’t even exist in the past or the future, only in the present.

To the entire stream of time and even the world’s will, this guy was more like some kind of “impurity.”

Since he was an impurity, naturally, he should have the same destiny weight as an impurity.

This was his punishment and the world’s will’s merciless mockery towards this audacious defier.

There was no more despicable destiny than his.

It was both sad and laughable.

However, even though he knew this fact, Lynn didn’t get pessimistic.

Looking at the creature in the box named “Extraordinary Shame,” “Weakest Being” from the marshes, he smiled slightly.

Who said impurities couldn’t change everything?

“Buzz!”

The next second, accompanied by the card in his fingertips bursting forth with dreamlike colors, the youth’s body was suddenly enveloped by endless threads.