Could it be...
That his so-called second profession would send him into the distant past?!
The heart asked hesitantly, "What's wrong? What did you just use? Has something happened to you?"
The Clown couldn't see them.
Those rift icons were displayed by the system, visible only to Lynn.
Lynn steadied himself, adjusted the Monocle, and said, his eyes flickering:
"It's hard to explain. I might be going somewhere now, and I don't know whether I can take you along. If you're there, you might be able to offer some advice. Whatever. It's already activated, so there's no way I'm backing down."
In an instant, he reached out and touched the first rift icon.
Blinding light enveloped his entire body almost instantly.
He only had time to hear the heart's shocked voice beside his ear. The heart seemed to want to say something, but that dazzling light had already cut Lynn off completely from the outside world.
The rift he had touched was the one leading to three years ago.
Buzzz-
It was like having an extraordinarily long dream.
He felt everything spin before his eyes, wave after wave. The power of his Remnants of the Past surged out beyond his control, almost draining him dry. Even his psionics, blood energy, and Firstborn Power churned amid that torrent.
It was as though, in those few brief seconds, his soul had crossed a long river filled with slashing blades, subjecting him to immense pain.
He faintly heard Zuo Zuo shouting beside his ear.
"Brain!!!"
But after that, he seemed to lose consciousness.
There was only pain.
The savage pain of blades cutting into him.
Then, in an instant...
It felt as though an eternity had passed, and yet as though it had been only a fleeting moment. He suddenly sat up on