Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess! - Chapter 507 - 5: The Grand Finale: Surpassing the Divine

Chapter 507: Chapter 5: The Grand Finale: Surpassing the Divine

Or rather, never deceived.

Yet even so, the Prisoner of Destiny continues to attempt.

In the next second, the people Lynn cherished—Yan Qing, Su Wan, Li Yutang, and even his sister and friends—suddenly appeared beside him as if drawn by invisible strings. Their expressions were so vivid, their eyes full of sorrow, desperately pleading him to stay.

“Don’t go… Lynn, promise me you’ll stay, okay?”

Yan Qing, his official girlfriend who had the same appearance as Ivyst, at this moment, her tears fell like broken pearls. She clutched his arm tightly, her voice heart-wrenchingly pitiful, “Isn’t this world good enough? We have… we have me by your side…”

Even his mother slowly emerged from the crowd, her eyes brimming with restrained tears as she reached out to gently caress his cheek, her voice choked, “Child… this time, mom really doesn’t want to lose you again…”

Even Li Yutang, usually aloof, stepped forward with a voice that was soft yet exceptionally firm, “Lynn, don’t go… we all need you. Not just in my capacity as a senior, but as someone who doesn’t want you to leave.”

However, Lynn’s gaze did not linger on their tear-stained faces.

His vision seemed to bypass their trembling shoulders, penetrating the walls of this cozy classroom, even piercing through the layers separating fiction from reality, an invisible wall imperceptible to mortals.

His eyes were clear and cold, deep within burned a fire of insight and understanding everything.

He spoke calmly, his voice not loud, yet carrying a peculiar, undeniable penetrative power, as if no longer addressing this illusionary world, but directly conversing with the supreme Law that maintained this time and space:

“Come out.”

These three words fell lightly again, yet weighed a thousand pounds.

They were no longer a challenge to the “Prisoner of Destiny” existing solely within the story, but like a precise command, directly questioning a more hidden, greater, and higher-dimensional existence behind the scenes!

Thus, at the moment the words fell—

Lynn “saw.”

Not with his eyes, but with the essence of a soul tempered through billions of reincarnations, surpassing the mundane, touching upon the ultimate answer behind the myths and phenomena.

Endless information, rules, causes and effects, and the meaning of existence, like a vast galaxy, surged into his perception at once.

He understood, perceiving everything.

Though there was nothing before him, he clearly sensed the presence of the other.

It did not dwell above the firmament, but existed outside the story.

For Lynn, for the Prisoner of Destiny, for the myriad beings in billions of reincarnations, it was the absolute “Other.”

Its existence itself is both the source of the world and the end of all worlds.

In terms of it, time is not an endlessly flowing river but a book that can be spread out, flipped through, or even edited at will; space is not a vast, boundless realm but glistening fragments that can be folded, twisted, and played with in the palm of its hand.

All causations, every possibility, infinite branches of fate, in its view, are like a meticulous spider web, neatly arranged, visible in every detail.

The so-called divine power and the birth and destruction of the universe, for it, are but punctuation already set within the lines, devoid of any surprise or accident.

It requires no form, and if one must describe it, it is the ultimate aggregation of all “observations” and “settings.”

When it casts its “gaze” upon a world, that world becomes “determined” out of infinite chaotic probabilities, beginning to operate according to its implicit or written rules.

And when it diverts its “sight,” that world, like closed book pages, instantly reverts to silence and void, as if it never existed.

It is the silent playwright, the coldly observing reader, the final adjudicator of creation and annihilation unspeakable.

In its eyes, all things have no distinction of worth, only the difference between “interesting” and “dull.”

The Prisoner of Destiny considers itself a player, yet unaware that even the chessboard is but a trivial toy on its desk.

At this moment, it is watching Lynn, not out of concern or malice, but more like a creator scrutinizing a character under their hand, about to break free, trying to gaze back at them—a character suddenly becoming extremely “special.”

All gods in the Otherworld, including the Prisoner of Destiny, are merely existences within the world of the novel.

And what Lynn sees at this moment is the true hidden one who created all of this.

Its name is, the High-Dimensional Observer.

…

What happened?

For Lynn’s sudden words, the Prisoner of Destiny was incomparably puzzled.

Meanwhile, a trace of unnoticeable panic rose in its heart.

Because it realized that Lynn, encased within the cocoon of destiny at this moment, was not speaking to him.

Not only that.

“Crack…”

Under its gaze, the cocoon of destiny, which should have been indestructible, shockingly started to show threads of cracks!

“I’m sorry, it seems my previous statement was somewhat mistaken.”

Lynn’s somewhat weary voice suddenly emerged from the cocoon of destiny, as if the few seconds just now had spanned a time as long as eternity.

“You are not me.” His tone suddenly turned a bit cold, “Or rather, you’re simply one of the countless failed ’Lynns’ in this predetermined story, to the point where even your true name was taken away, watching as His Highness and Miss Witch walk towards the most tragic ending.”

“A coward like you, do you have any right to share my name?!”

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