A series of vivid memories flashed through Lynn's mind.
It all begins with the brutal scene of him awakening Domination Dominion in the Warp of Brevis to save the dying Rena, transforming into the Avatar of Domination of a Lesser God, and fighting to the death against the avatar of Tzeentch.
From the moment the Chaos Cultist Luna of Chaos was brought to justice, war engulfed the entire planet, and its fate hung in the balance. Brevis launched a defensive campaign.
After a long and arduous struggle, they finally crushed the massive war machine of the Orks warlord Ragnar, ending the Orks catastrophe that ravaged the galaxy.
Dominic led the Imperium Tithe Fleet across the sector and landed in Brevis.
From transforming into Seven-Smasha, that months-long, suspenseful journey of the Orks double agents, every step teetering on the edge of exposure.
He made a bet with Luna at the Carl II Tournament, competing fiercely for the position of expeditionary marshal.
From rushing to the Forbidden Wall to quell the unrest caused by the native Orks of Brevis, he established an unshakeable prestige in the hearts of the military and civilians through this battle.
Upon boarding the Song Offering, he successfully possessed Kerry Von amidst the chaos, rightfully seizing the throne Planetary Governor Brevis.
They fought tooth and nailed the Tyranid Hive fleet and the Sons of Medusa, risking everything to break through the blockade with Rena and escape Necromunda in a sorry state.
The memory continues to rewind, the colors of the scene gradually darkening and fading, eventually returning to the origin of the entire story.
At the bottom of the Necromunda Hive City, a system pop-up suddenly appeared, marking the moment when his fate and that Tyranid Warrior, suffering from crystallization wounds, first intersected.
Images flashed by, and Lynn's consciousness floated in this river of memories, a deep sense of emotion rising within him.
It turns out that he and Rena had gone through so many life-and-death situations together, going through countless bloody battles and surviving in desperate circumstances.
He rose from an unknown mortal at the bottom of the Hive City, barely surviving, to become an existence wielding secondary divine power.
Those moments of laughter and pain, fighting side by side, have only been a short time ago.
But this feeling didn't last long; a cold, uneasy chill took hold of his mind.
He was horrified to realize a terrible change.
The moment each grand historical event finishes playing out in your mind, the corresponding memory vanishes completely in an instant, like a sand painting washed away by the tide.
He is forgetting.
Important battles, deceptive schemes, bloody fights, and the development of relationships—one after another, they disappeared from his mind.
What terrified him even more from the depths of his soul was that his memories of Rena were gradually fading from his consciousness.
That Tyranid Warrior, clad in dark purple armor, with compound eyes that gleamed faintly, whose bond with him spanned galaxies and the Warp.
Her appearance, her voice, all the bonds between them, were shrouded in an increasingly thick fog, the image gradually blurring and dissolving.
"No, no..."
Lynn's consciousness began to struggle and writhe wildly, like a person drowning in deep water.
It waved its arms frantically, trying to reach out and grab onto anything it could.
But there was only emptiness in the void, and he couldn't grasp anything.
Those unforgettable memories are slipping away uncontrollably, fragments of them drifting away into the endless darkness along unseen currents.
In the end, all the ups and downs, the love and struggles, vanished like smoke.
No clear memories remain in my mind; only a hazy, indistinct illusion remains.
It was as if everything that had just happened was merely a bizarre and dazzling dream.
Overwhelmed by endless exhaustion, Lynn fell into a deep sleep at the end of this illusion.
"Beep beep beep, beep beep beep~"
The piercing sound of a cell phone alarm violently shattered this illusion of consciousness.
Lynn opened her eyes.
The familiar ceiling came into view, along with the cheap latex-painted walls, clutter piled up in the corners, and the air filled with the distinctive smell of new furniture typical of rental apartments.
He was sitting in his gaming chair, the computer screen in front of him still lit up.
The screen displayed the interface of that obscure game, with the heroine's portrait floating in a window. Her affection level was frozen at 99, just one Dialogue option away from unlocking the special CG.
With just a click of the mouse and the delivery of that line, your favorability rating will be maxed out.
But at this moment, Lynn had completely lost interest in sightseeing.
He Daidai blankly down at his empty hands, which held nothing in them.
I feel empty inside, as if something incredibly important has disappeared.
He realized that he had forgotten something that was more important to him than anything else.
No matter how hard he racked his brains to recall, his mind was a blank void, and he couldn't remember anything.
He sat there frozen in his seat, and no one knew how much time had passed.
Until, unexpectedly, a drop of warm water fell into his palm.
They are tears.
Then, more tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes and slid down her cheeks.
He couldn't contain himself; the sense of loss and emptiness surging within him grew heavier and heavier.
Tears flowed endlessly, forming a continuous stream.
He cried for a long time until his eyes were swollen, sore, red, and painful.
But in the end, he couldn't even understand why he was crying.
That heart-wrenching sadness is real.
The reason for this sorrow, however, remains elusive.
The pain that cannot be seen is always the most painful.
From that day on, Lynn almost completely shut herself off in that small rented room.
Work, games, socializing—all aspects of his former life have lost their meaning for him.
He put his phone and computer on silent mode and spent his days curled up in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Sometimes, without warning, tears will silently stream down my face.
He couldn't pinpoint exactly where his pain lay, but that emptiness gnawed at his heart constantly.
His parents were the first to notice something was wrong.
A typical highly educated couple, the father is a teacher and the mother is a doctor, and they have always been strict with Lynn's upbringing.
When they received the notification that their son had not gone to work for three consecutive days, they rushed to the rented house in a panic.
But what happened next left the two elders feeling helpless.
Lynn sat there blankly, as if his soul had been ripped out, showing no reaction to external stimuli.
No matter how earnestly his parents tried to persuade him, or even if they scolded him harshly, he remained in a daze and barely responded.
Fear gripped her parents' hearts, and they dared not scold her any longer. They immediately took Lynn to every hospital in the area.
A full physical examination and neurological screening showed that Lynn had no organic lesions.
Afterwards, I visited several senior psychologists, but psychological evaluations still couldn't find a clear diagnosis.
The last psychiatrist sighed deeply, looked at Lynn sitting blankly in the chair, and said:
From the perspective of modern medicine, it is actually difficult to fully explain his current condition.
However, there is a less reliable folk explanation. "... the heart meridian is severed."
Upon hearing this, Lynn's parents exchanged bewildered glances, their hearts filled with confusion and bewilderment.
They had always been attentive to their child's well-being, Lynn hadn't experienced any major upheavals recently, not even having a girlfriend. How could things have turned out like this?
Filled with doubt, they took the distraught Lynn home to recuperate.
But even after returning to his familiar home, the situation did not improve in the slightest.
Lynn continued to sit Daidai every day, and most of the time he received no response when asked anything.
Not long after, Lynn's best friend, Leo, the young master of the Lei Group, heard about Lynn Yuyu.
He immediately dropped all the "things" he had to do abroad and took the fastest flight back to China.
Pushing open the door, Leo immediately saw Lynn's utterly lifeless face on the sofa and made his judgment almost instantly.
He strode forward, slapped his thigh, and spoke with certainty:
I'm heartbroken! I'm absolutely heartbroken!