Lynn felt only absurdity, so profound that waves of nameless fury rose in his heart.
He had known this girl, a stranger to him before, for less than two days. She was merely a little apprentice in Winter Spring Valley who knew nothing, and now she was telling him that even this girl he had met by chance was part of that so-called correct path, another of their so-called sacrifices!
Fuck that future!
Fuck those sacrifices!
If every plan, every arrangement, came from his supposed future self, then he wanted to see what kind of shit filled that bastard's head! Just how broken had he become to forget who he was!
Even he did not understand why his anger had been ignited so violently at that moment.
Why it had spiraled so utterly out of control.
Yes.
He had indeed long since deceived himself into accepting his lot, into following the fate that an invisible hand had arranged for him.
He would deal with each crisis before the apocalypse descended.
He would confront the Lord of the End.
He would walk that so-called correct path, blindly accepting the whims of fate.
Because this was also for his family, for the future of all those innocent people. He was willing to stake his life on it!
But that did not mean he could be toyed with time and again.
What had happened to Sir Awen had already left him burning with fury. And now this so-called Dreamwalker was telling him that even a child he had met as a complete stranger in the Mortal World was part of this supposed plan. All the anger he had accumulated for so long finally erupted.
"If you love playing with other people's fate so much, then let's see whether you have what it takes!"