The wind howled.
Clad in black robes, Lynn stood in midair above the battlefield, quietly looking down at the many Origins. He said:
"No one else?"
Silence hung all around.
No one answered.
Lynn looked down indifferently, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
"So this is all the courage you have. You really are a bunch of useless trash. I'm honestly curious-what makes worthless fools like you think you have what it takes to return to the Main Universe?"
At those words, the expressions of many Origins changed. Those who had fallen for the second time, in particular, had fury blazing in their eyes.
They wanted to step forward.
But Star Track held out a hand to stop them, her gaze fixed on the figure in midair.
Lynn sneered:
"Am I wrong? Do you know why those Jailers ignore you? This is why. Your weakness is your greatest sin. Even if someone sent you back to the Main Universe now, you would still die. Someone would crush you like ants, and your deaths would mean nothing."
Rage burned in the eyes of many Origins.
They clenched their fists.
Amid that anger, even their earlier fear of his strength seemed to be slowly suppressed.
Lynn slowly descended to the ground and said:
"Of course, I shouldn't generalize. Aside from idiots, there must be plenty of cowards among you. After spending so long here, you've learned to bury your heads in the sand, shut out the world, and slowly wait for death. But I have to admit, that's not a bad way to survive. It suits most of you quite well."
"Heh."
Some of the Origins trembled, as though those words had struck a nerve, making them clench their fists.
"What gives you the right to say that about us?!"
Star