Sir Awen: "??"
Lynn adjusted his Monocle and said, his gaze profound:
"For me, it might not be all that dangerous, but for anyone else, Firstborn Power is no docile lamb. One careless move could leave even a god grievously wounded."
Because that was the Violet Great Lord's power to begin with.
For anyone other than the Violet Great Lord himself.
Never mind touching it-perhaps even approaching it would put them at risk of disintegration.
"So I'm the only one who can go."
Once again, he fully geared up.
Lynn put on his Night Doctor outfit, donned the Plague Doctor Mask, and activated his Ghost Mode.
The Dollhouse had also told him that no route underground had been left when the Black Fortress was built. If he wanted to get down there, he would have to find another way.
But he wasn't worried.
Because aboveground, at least seven Origins were keeping an eye on him.
He adjusted the brim of his hat and looked at his innocent, harmless left hand.
Wondering whether he should chop her off.
"Zuo Zuo~"
Zuo Zuo asked warily, "What?"
Lynn pointed into the distance and said with his eyes closed:
"Something tasty!"
"Where?"
Zuo Zuo immediately looked over in curiosity.
Whoosh-
Lynn instantly drew the table knife he'd swiped.
Clang-
The table knife collided with the Night Demon Blade Zuo Zuo had drawn in that same instant.
Sparks hissed and flew.
Zuo Zuo bared her teeth. "Trying to chop me off? You Blockhead! I saw right through you!"
Lynn said earnestly, "It's too dangerous. You're my hand, but in a sense, you're also a Parasite Host. If you come down with me and get erased by accident, it won't be worth it! Be good, Zuo Zuo. Let Brain give you one chop."
"No!"
"Just