With one punch, Zuo Zuo knocked Lynn, who had only just awakened on the bed, senseless to the floor, then raised her fist with a (〝▼皿▼) expression:
"I told you to stop charging in recklessly! Stop it! But you just keep rushing back! Don't you know that every time we travel through time, Zuo Zuo gets dizzy like she's on a roller coaster? Do you think this is some boss fight you're stuck on?! If your approach is wrong, you won't deal any damage even if you retry a few hundred times!"
Lynn lay on the bed, staring hollowly at the ceiling, his fists clenched.
But how could he not know?
From their very first encounter, he had already understood the chasm between them.
Those so-called three moves.
They were an abyss before him that he could not cross.
The little confidence he had finally built up after becoming an Origin had lasted less than a month before being ruthlessly smashed to pieces again. He was simply impatient, simply unwilling to admit how far behind he was. Feather Pen was right there in front of him, yet he had no way to bring her back.
"Calm down! Sure, never giving up is a good thing, but if charging blindly ahead were enough to succeed, there wouldn't be any hard problems left in this world!"
Zuo Zuo seized the front of his shirt and spoke through gritted teeth.
"Besides, didn't you just say you were going to try?! If firstborn power can turn into rules, then try it!!"
Lynn fell silent.
"I've been trying all along."
Zuo Zuo froze.
He raised his head, clenching his fists tightly, and said helplessly:
"But I can't do it. I can see that Great Lord and his past, but I can only see what they