Almost at the same moment, system notifications rang out in Lynn's mind.
[Ding! The Authority you invoked has taken effect. All backlash and scrutiny borne by the target will be transferred to you.] [Ding! You have invoked the Authority of Fate. You will draw scrutiny from the deeper reaches of Hell. Countdown to descent: seven days.]
A faint glimmer finally appeared in Lynn's calm eyes.
Zuo Zuo looked at him, trembling with anxiety, and asked worriedly, "Brain... are... are you okay...?"
Lynn sat there, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
"Of course I'm okay. Couldn't be better."
Zuo Zuo stared blankly at him. "Then what's happening now...?"
Lynn raised his head and narrowed his eyes with a smile, looking into the darkness overhead. With difficulty, he lifted a hand to adjust the Monocle.
"Ah, it's simple."
"What I wrote took effect. It agreed to my request."
Zuo Zuo stared at the blood-red writing on the Parchment.
In an instant.
She trembled almost from head to toe.
His words were calm, but she knew what they meant. Because if that was true... if that was true...
"So you're saying all the backlash she was suffering has been transferred to you?! You... don't you joke about this!"
In her urgency, Zuo Zuo practically seized his collar.
Lynn burst out laughing.
Then he waggled his eyebrows comically.
"Of course I'm joking. Why are you so worked up? Worried about me?"
Zuo Zuo froze.
"Huh?"
Lynn exhaled, his eyes brightening with a carefree smile.
"I won. Even Hell has to show me some respect. It really does fear that power inside me, so it cleared away the backlash inside the Feather Pen too. Otherwise, do you think I could still be standing here, alive and kicking, talking to you? I'd have