In the starry void where Goblin World had originally been, only a grayish-white phantom image remained.
It was neither stars nor a nebula, but the projection of an entire world cast into the void.
The edges were blurred, as though seen through frosted glass. The outlines of the continents flickered in and out of the light, while the oceans were a dim gray, devoid of blue, nothing but deathly grayish-white.
The projection hovered in the void, then split open down the middle. Lynn stepped out from the crack.
He wore a black Wizard robe. His face was the same as it had been years ago: young, cold, hard, and expressionless.
After ordinary Wizards advanced to Stigma, their bodies gradually became rule-based, and their appearances froze at the moment of their advancement, never changing again.
However, Lynn had not abandoned his physical body. His body could still grow stronger, but it would no longer age.
As Lynn stepped out of the crack, the void beneath his feet trembled faintly. Like a stone thrown into still water, ripples spread in every direction.
Those ripples were not waves. They were distortions of space.
After Lynn took three steps, the crack behind him closed, and the grayish-white projection vanished with it.
He raised his right hand and pressed it against his chest.
The grayish-white light contracted, shrinking from the size of a volleyball to the size of an egg, then from an egg to the size of a fingernail, before finally sinking into his palm and disappearing.
The entire Goblin World had already been taken back into his body.
Goblin World was currently in a stage of rapid development and still needed time to settle. He could not possibly remain inside forever, playing an "operation and construction" game.
Now that he had advanced to