Chapter 799: Don't Go Mad

"When I asked for her help, she originally wanted to use that mysterious power within my body to offset some of the misfortune that her writing brought upon her, but it seemed like something unexpected happened, causing her to endure an even more intense gaze from hell. She sealed herself away in the Alternate Dimension, and that was the only reason she didn't cause too much chaos in Nightfall City."

"I originally wanted to help her, but every time she sent me back out, I could hardly get close to her."

After listening to his account, Sir Aiwen's gaze gradually turned solemn.

"Authority?"

He spoke those two words.

And after the Matriarch awakened, he had also learned of this thing from her mouth—something he had never known about before.

And it seemed that the music box that had caused their Curse Riot before was also the same kind of thing.

Currently, that shattered music box had already been contained.

But that didn't seem to be the main body of that "Authority," but rather some kind of derivative.

And the most important piece of information he had obtained from the Matriarch was that any use of Authority would inevitably be targeted and backlashed by hell. So after 002 began showing abnormalities, he had vaguely connected the two.

But it was only until now that he vaguely began to think—perhaps 002 was also the manifestation of some kind of Authority.

After all, casually writing about other people's actions was something extremely terrifying even in hell.

Lynn nodded, his gaze deep as he said, "The Authority of Fate, that's how she defines herself. Big Brother Aiwen, do you know something about it too?"

Sir Aiwen shook his head slightly, frowning. "I don't know much. The fact that using Authority would incur hell's backlash, I only just learned this myself. I previously only thought she was some kind of special fallen object, and didn't pay her too much attention."

But it was very possible.

That this unintentional neglect was also influenced by that pen.

But Sir Aiwen didn't delve too deeply into this matter. He collected himself and looked at Lynn with a serious gaze, saying:

"Is the situation inside that place really bad? Did it try to hurt you?"

Compared to 002.

What he worried about most was Lynn's own safety.

Lynn shook his head, smiling as he rolled his shoulders, saying, "It really is bad, but she won't hurt me. She just doesn't want me to get involved in this matter. Otherwise, she wouldn't have just kicked me out—she would have killed me outright."

He stood up, stepping one foot onto the windowsill.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he turned his head and said:

"And this period of time hasn't been without gains. Sure, running back and forth is exhausting, but every time I get one step closer to her, and that's good progress."

"I'm not going to let her bear the backlash alone. Since I've already decided to take her in, how could I just stand by and watch?"

In that instant.

Under Sir Aiwen's shaken gaze.

He leaped up once again, jumping down from the windowsill, landing heavily on the street below, and dashed off in that direction at full speed.

"Lynn!!"

Sir Aiwen rushed anxiously to the window, but Lynn had already vanished without a trace.

...

Abnormal Creature Center.

Lynn charged for the umpteenth, umpteenth, umpteenth time to the door of 002, his gaze growing deep, and once again forcefully pushed open that tightly sealed door.

But this time, something abnormal happened.

Because this time, what he pushed open didn't seem to be the door leading to that Alternate Dimension, but rather the actual room where 002 had been before.

The room was completely empty.

It seemed no different from before the mutation. Apart from that desk and the empty bookshelf, everything seemed to have returned to its original state.

But the one difference was.

There was no trace of the quill.

Lynn pinched his Monocle, a smile appearing on his face as he said:

"So you've finally decided to change your strategy? But do you think cutting off the connection between the two places will stop me from finding you?"

Since they were already friends.

And she had even written an IOU stating she would be his "girlfriend."

Sure, she had been lured over by him, but since she had made such a promise, then he, Lynn, would absolutely never sit by and watch his girlfriend suffer such tremendous hardship all alone.

So...

"You're really too naive! Quill!"

Lynn suddenly pulled the giant scythe out from his System Space. As it whirled wildly, the blood throughout his body was greedily devoured by the scythe until it turned nearly scarlet.

In that instant, he activated the giant scythe's fold-jump ability.

Target!

Underground!

The previous few times, he had already left positioning devices in that space, precisely to prevent her from cutting off the connection between the two places and making it completely impossible for him to set foot into the domain where she had sealed herself.

But she really was a kind writer sister!

Even when bearing the backlash alone.

She was unwilling to vent her madness upon this city, doing her best to minimize the chaos.

Perhaps it wasn't because she truly cared, perhaps it was just because he was in this city, perhaps it was just because she had only just helped him resolve this city's crisis and didn't want to watch it be destroyed by her own doing—this city she had just saved.

But no matter the reason...

How could I just watch you suffer because of this?

"Fold-jump!"

In an instant, accompanied by a ferocious roar.

The giant scythe, having absorbed a massive amount of blood, instantly turned red-hot to the touch. With billowing blood mist, his body twisted and vanished from where he stood.

Toward the underground!

Toward deeper underground!

Leaping!

...

In the pitch-black, void-like underground space.

Upon that quiet desk wrapped in rolling flesh and blood tissue, the blood-red quill was still covered in extremely twisted flesh tissue, connected to the countless distorted cysts around it.

And it was as if that was her body, as if every single movement brought agony and torment so intense it reached the depths of her soul.

Thump—

Like a single massive heartbeat from a heart.

All the twisted flesh tissue in the entire space pulsed violently at that moment, followed by even more viscous and distorted chunks of flesh sprouting from those tissues, accompanied by screams that pierced to the bone.

It was as if countless malice and madness had been stuffed into this twisted body, wanting to vent! Wanting to go mad!

The pen was like a knife, frantically and rapidly writing blood-red characters onto the paper.

It was an extremely vicious passage.

Like a massive curse, bestowing upon every living creature in that majestic city above the most vicious ways to die.

But just like before.

When the vicious writing reached the halfway point, the quill trembled with difficulty and stopped.

Then—ripping sound.

It forcefully crossed out and rejected all the vicious curses it had written on the paper.

"Ughhh—"

But the tremendous pain and torment that followed immediately caused the twisted flesh tissue to let out another ear-splitting scream and wail of misery.

And she seemed to be in this constant cycle of repetition, trying to resist that massive gaze and backlash.

She was using every possible means.

To suppress the maddening influence that gaze was having on her!

She didn't want to go mad!

No!

She refused to let this gaze forge her once again into the nightmare that had already happened once in the Old days!

She refused... no!