Another World: My life is on the rise!

Lin En stood there in a daze and read it out.

The handwriting was exactly the same as the handwriting on the tombstones on Blue Star. It was his handwriting.

At that moment.

He seemed to see a figure who had leaned here, drunken with wine, and carved these words with his fingernails.

Lin En walked over.

He checked the fragments under his feet again, and he finally confirmed that they were true.

It was the godhead...

Some fragments were still stained with blood, as if they had been dug out of the body by someone, and then broken into pieces.

Lin En's body shivered for no reason.

His eyes fell on the boulder in front of him again, and he vaguely felt a trace of consciousness in it. It seemed that in addition to the line of words, the boy also left something here before leaving.

He stretched out his hand and touched it slowly.

In an instant.

The light burst out from the contact between him and the boulder, filling his vision.

"My name is Lin En, the second person to embark on the path of the First Born."

"The end of the world is coming, I failed, and I gave my all. I don't hope that anyone will see this history, and I can't be sure whether this place can be preserved after the end of the world."

"This is the epitaph I left behind."

The voice sounded in his ears, with numbness and withering.

He began to tell the story.

It was like telling his experiences and his life from the perspective of a bystander.

His name is Lin En, who once fell into hell. He had a teacher named Blood Saw. He explored hell and made many close friends and family members. He was also lawless and had ups and downs in the dark world.

He seemed to see a young man, drinking wine and drunkenly telling his experiences.

His first half of his life was almost exactly the same as Lin En's now.

He went to the City of Darkness. He had his mistress, Sir Ivy, his Zuo Zuo, and all the family members he had been thinking about protecting.

But the turning point of fate appeared.

The City of Darkness changed dramatically.

The frenzied Flesh and Blood Ruler launched that action, and the entire Night City was burned down. The appearance of the clown and the withering of the Black String Moon made the mark in his body fully revived.

But this time, it was the clown who succeeded.

They did not appear in the dark tail, and the reincarnated God King had never reappeared in his history. He really activated the mark of the Violet Lord in his residual soul at that moment, and made the revived personality of the Lord become the other side of his body.

The former Violet Lord coexisted with him.

That personality also proposed to return his body and soul to him completely and actively erase himself, but he refused.

Because at that time.

He was extremely eager for power, eager for the power to protect his family.

And the existence of the Lord could help him.

And then.

There was a huge difference between the trajectory of his fate and that of Lin En now.

After reaching an agreement with the painter, he took back all the bodies of the ravens in hell. In a very short time, his soul became extremely powerful. He and the mark of the great lord in his body were constantly running in. The power of the first born was quickly controlled by him, making him an extremely powerful existence in a very short time in the future.

At that time, he was not only himself, but also the Violet Lord.

Soon, he commanded hell.

He learned part of the truth about the disaster in the outside world.

He began to officially appear in the main universe. In the name of the Violet Lord, he quickly integrated the power of the entire main universe at an unimaginable speed.

At that time, everything was so brilliant.

The painter told him that even though he was so powerful now, he was still not the Violet Lord, because his true body had long been integrated with the Sleeper.

He was still a raven.

And his thoughts at that time were also very simple.

Embark on this road, just like the great king did before, and then go forward, integrate the power of the entire main universe, take back all the godheads in the new world, and make himself the second first-born.

Only in this way can he have the power to fight against the disaster.

Everything went so smoothly.

He got most of the godheads from the painter, and after the fusion, he killed into the broken world with unparalleled power.

One by one, the corrupted gods fell into his and the painter's hands.

A large number of godheads were found.

The invasion of the polluters was like an ant passing through in front of him.

The most glorious time.

There was no god in the main universe, because there was only one god, that was him, like the emperor of gods.

At that time, almost everyone regarded him as the savior, believing that this war would be won without a doubt. Even the legend of the Violet Empire was once again spread throughout the universe under the instigation of the old jailers, making him almost a living legend.

And he finally merged all the godheads in the end.

Make yourself the closest to the first-born.

But he had not yet taken that step.

Because the true first born wanted to melt the entire ordered world into his body and soul, making himself the main universe itself.

But he still stepped into the disordered deep space, found the body of the sleeper, and challenged him.

This time was just a test.

But he never expected that he would fail miserably.

The power displayed by the disaster was so strong that it far exceeded his imagination. It seemed that He had been waiting for him, waiting for him to come to Him.

This battle was a disastrous defeat.

But he still returned to the main universe under the cover of the painter.

And it was the failure of this battle that finally made him determined to take the last step and become a true first-born.

He did it.

Resisting the reluctance in his heart, he shattered countless stars, absorbed billions of laws and substances, and even countless creatures sacrificed their lives in order to return to the first birth, because he made a promise that if the war could be won, he would definitely revive all creatures in the new world.

And in fact, he could do it.

Finally.

He took the last step.

The entire main universe melted into his body, leaving only him and the painter, just like before.

They stepped into the disordered deep space and launched the final decisive battle against the sleeper.

The voice narrated, drunkenly without any waves.

But he failed.

He did not describe the course of the war. One could only hear that it was an almost crushing defeat. Even though he had taken the last step and paid countless costs, he still could not defeat the disaster.

The painter died and was devoured.

The main universe was knocked out of his body and turned into this silent ruin.

And at that moment he understood...

"He is the perfect combination of disorder and order. He is the real master of all things... I saw the real Violet Lord in his body at the last moment. It turned out that he was not dead. He had been fighting and resisting... but it was... meaningless."

He was drunk, numb and silent.

"I took the wrong path. There will only be one First Born in this world. The moment I became the First Born, he was no longer."

"He also lost the last anchor and power to contain the disaster."