His expression was focused, his brow furrowed.
Without any further hesitation, Lynn crouched on the table, grasped the Feather Pen, and began writing in the book's blank chapters, carefully considering every word.
This time, the Feather Pen was very cooperative. Before this, Lynn would never have been able to hold her and write with her himself.
He followed his memories.
Word by word, he filled in what had happened while he was unconscious.
From the moment he lost consciousness, to the unfurling of that enormous purple Magic Array, to the descent of the Light Curtain and the wound on the God of Ten Thousand Machines' neck.
Even he found these events utterly inconceivable. He had no idea why such a vast, mysterious, and mighty power lay within the body of an insignificant human like himself.
Soon.
The first blank chapter was complete.
Without wasting any time, Lynn quickly flipped to the next chapter and began writing, in the same way, the story of how he and the Colossus Brain had assaulted Hell Borderland.
Lynn also noticed something.
All the important sections missing from this story covered moments when that mysterious power had erupted.
That inevitably raised doubts and suspicions.
By this point, Lynn had realized that this pen might not be writing his fate at all, but merely observing and recording it in some sense. Yet if she was observing and recording, why couldn't she record those chapters in which the mysterious power within him erupted?
It was certainly a question that demanded consideration.
"Done! I've filled everything in!"
With the Feather Pen in hand, Lynn wrote the final word, reproducing that part of his history as concisely as possible to avoid wasting too much time.
And in the very next moment, a system notification sounded in his ears.
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