Mystery: When the Lost Homelanders Meet the Lost Homeland Call

"Klein," Lynn countered, "have you ever seen a drowning person?"

"I've seen it online."

Lynn poked at the embers and said calmly, "A drowning person will grab onto anything they can, just like I am now."

As Lynn spoke, a heavy pressure seemed to rise in the air, as if the deep sea was engulfing the area. Klein suddenly felt insignificant, as if countless indescribable things were watching reality.

Klein looked around. The dock area still exuded an atmosphere of hope, but the aura surrounding Lynn was as heavy as a physical weight. He tried to lighten the mood:

"You seem more like a rescue team piloting a lifeboat; now you've become a source of support for many."

“Yes, that’s why I said the drowning person is like me, not that I’m like a drowning person,” Lynn said, smiling as he looked directly into Klein’s eyes, his eye sockets seemingly flickering with eerie green flames.

"The Titanic is heading toward the glaciers, and now there's a fool trying to save the whole ship with his little boat."

Lynn added in his mind: We also need to save all the bodies that have sunk into the glacier.

"Therefore, this fool will look for every opportunity like a drowning person."

Klein felt a deep sense of inhumanity about Lynn. Perhaps it wasn't inhuman, but rather that Lynn was too "human," as if he had extracted a certain aspect of humanity, making other aspects seem weak or even somewhat disconnected.

His conviction was as firm as a boulder in the deep sea, as if he were born to save everything, like a legendary martyr.

Klein had only ever seen such determined people in history books.

"Is it because of time travel? Merging with the personality of a demigod..."

Seeing Klein's concerned look, Lynn's expression relaxed:

"Of course, this is also a way to save myself. I'm still on the Titanic, and I can't guarantee that I can escape unscathed."

He could also feel that he sometimes made others feel a bit inhuman, but he felt relieved when he thought that he was like that before he transmigrated.

Just as there are different types of fish, like grass carp and yellow croaker, there are different types of people, like Jiahao and Tang Shi. It's quite normal for people to sometimes seem inhuman to others.

Yes, that's normal.

Klein felt that Lynn had regained some of his humanity and relaxed.

"Are you referring to the doomsday prophecies made by those cults?"

Lynn handed over another skewer of sizzling, oily pork belly:

"I am worried about two kinds of doomsday. One is known to the world, and it is not very meaningful to talk about the other now. It will only be meaningful to discuss it when authority is touched."

"The doomsday known to the world is something that all those with prophetic abilities are very certain will come soon."

"At that time, when the gaze comes from the stars, the earth will be torn apart."

"So I plan to cultivate a god."

Doomsday... starry sky... gods, these grand words swirled in Klein's mind.

He thought of teasing the landlord with Benson, of Melissa's concern for him, of Captain Dunn's humorous teachings, of Rosanne, who gossiped with him, of Old Neil, who was an interesting teacher, and of Leonard, the handsome, gay poet with a secret.

He blurted out:

"Then why me?"

"Because you are kind." Lynn spread his hands, speaking with a very human touch. "Even when Pangu created the world, he still had an axe. Of course, when I say ruthless, I also mean recruiting allies."

Klein covered his face: "How do you know he's not just strong and then claims to have an axe?"

He didn't ask Lynn why she thought he was kind; audience channels and divination could confirm many things.

"That's possible," Lynn readily agreed, grabbing a skewer of mutton and devouring it in one bite, then said seriously:

"It's not just because of that. Based on what I know, time travelers like you have a special advantage in the three paths of diviner, apprentice, and thief."

"I didn't take any of those three paths, nor did Russell, so I can only place my hopes on you."

Klein thought of Emperor Roselle's diary and nodded.

Lynn sucked on the scraps of meat on the signature:

"If you don't want to, I won't arrange all sorts of things to urge you to get promoted like someone else did. I will only provide help when you want to get promoted."

"Of course, as your rank increases, I will gradually receive some compensation; it's about mutual assistance, after all."

Hearing Lynn's arrangements, Klein felt a little relieved.

Lynn's help was not without reason; it wasn't just about hometown ties. Transmigrators have advantages in certain ways, so it's normal to invest when you're weak and reap the rewards when you're strong.

The only problem is who this "someone" Lynn is talking about is. Arranging things to force someone to get promoted sounds pretty nasty.

Klein reflected on himself: was he willing to face the end of the world?

Klein's answer was uncertain.

Since things have come to this, we can only take it one step at a time.

Then, he asked the question that concerned him most:

"At what high a sequence do we need to find a way home?"

"Click."

Lynn bit off the metal skewer, then chewed it and swallowed it.

Klein: "?"

"I only have a few clues about the way home," Lynn thought for a moment and decided to tell the truth, "I think I need the power of the time and space realms, and becoming a god is necessary."

Klein: "?!"

Klein thought for a moment, and a bunch of things swirled in his mind: potions, role-playing, family, hometown, out of control, rituals, gods, anti-divine anchors...

These things piled up on him, making it hard for him to breathe for a moment.

Just then, Lynn patted him on the shoulder: "If you really don't want to work hard, I can find a way myself. I'm also trying to get in touch with the gods."

"Don't think about it too much, have another skewer."

Klein snapped out of his thoughts, took the skewers, and nodded.

Since things have come to this, let's eat first.

Just then, Lynn received a message about the fishing rod he had left on his long-legged bread cart.

"Has it been shipped?"

Lynn was overjoyed and quickly said to Klein, "The fishing rods I reserved in advance have been shipped out, I have to go over there."

Klein said he just wanted some peace and quiet.

-

A land forsaken by God.

With a head of messy hair, Baita walked in the darkness carrying a box of water of life. He did not light a lamp; he simply walked through the lightning and darkness.

The darkness was a mixture of the corrosive influence of "night" and the pollution of "degeneration," but he ignored it all.

The encroachment of "night" constantly strips him of his connection with the outside world, attempting to conceal him, but the White Tower continuously rewrites its interactions with the surrounding environment, counteracting the erosion of secrecy.

What's the point of hiding something that's all written in code?

The power of "fall" constantly tugged at his spirituality and mind, but the White Tower's mind was "read-only," and could only be manifested through Lynn Aberrant's "thinking," and could not be influenced in the opposite direction.

There is no point in being decadent if your mind is empty.

As for flesh and blood, is the body such an inconvenient thing?

If all else fails, we can just make another one.

As the White Tower experienced the manifestation of its own power and analyzed its essence, it carried the Water of Life among the monsters in the land forsaken by the gods.

Monsters with extraordinary characteristics that attempt to approach will be killed, while monsters created by the true creator's "fallen" authority or corrupted will be directly contained.

The reason why Bai Ta did not choose to fly is simple: firstly, flying would attract lightning strikes, and secondly, he used other methods to travel.

His destination was right in front of him.

Deep within the land forsaken by God, ancient stone steps lead to the summit of a majestic mountain. At the summit stands a massive cross, upon which hangs a faintly visible figure.

"The True Creator!"

-

"We've found the fallen creator," Lynn said to the White Tower, holding a fishing rod. "Remember to check whether His hair was pointing upwards or downwards when He was hanging upside down."

After receiving a response from the White Tower, Lynn turned his gaze to the sea.

His target, which he had been fishing for a long time, was certainly not an ordinary fish.

Of course, he wasn't an ordinary fish. After all, how could a dignified Lynn possibly be an air force pilot?

Lynn didn't consider whether his elaborate ritual had scared away the fish, nor did he consider whether there was anything wrong with using the bread cart's legs to bait the area. Anyway, he set the target high so that he wouldn't actually miss the fish.

That's called preparing for a big catch!

As Lynn focused his attention on the fishing rod, the strong fishing line specially prepared for sea fishing instantly tightened. The short, thick, and tough sea fishing rod seemed to have grabbed something big, and the entire front half bent like a bow in an instant, accompanied by a screeching sound. The rod holder used to fix the fishing rod also made a metallic scraping sound under the pull of this huge force.

Lynn wasn't in the mood to play with the fish. He skipped the tug-of-war, snapped his fingers, and a ghostly green flame ignited out of thin air.

The green fire spread like water, quickly flowing along the fishing rod and line. The spiritual fire burned all the way, forming a "fire line" that went straight into the sea.

The next second, a phantom green flame outline suddenly appeared in the depths of the sea around the bread cart, and under the reflection and outline of the eerie green flame, a huge shadow emerged in the sea.

The shadow, like a swelling and shrinking mass of flesh, almost covered the entire sea surface within a radius of tens of kilometers. Its edges extended outwards to a large number of constantly changing and multiplying dark objects, thousands of meters long, wriggling and waving in the ocean like hundreds of arms, stirring the seawater around the bread cart and controlling the invisible waves to rise and fall.

"Phew, this is a real beast," Lynn whistled as he stood on the roof. "Do deep-sea offspring also grow bigger and taller when they encounter water? Do they automatically grow larger when they come to a bigger world?"

Lynn saw that the sky was as black as ink, and the ominous thick clouds had almost condensed into heavy clumps. The dark clouds approached the sea, and huge waves like city walls rolled and surged under the dark clouds, rising and falling around the bread cart like an encirclement!

"You little brat, I'm Santiago Plus, this is my sea!"

Lynn's body was engulfed in a towering, eerie green flame, and he stood facing the sea like a giant in flames. Then, a massive shadow suddenly appeared in the sea.

Thousands upon thousands of tentacles, comparable in size to buildings, emerged from the seawater. Countless malevolent eyes opened on the surface of those tentacles, and countless sharp teeth rubbed and chewed between them, as if they were about to tear the entire ship to pieces at any moment.

These tentacles are of various shapes and sizes, and some of them shimmer with black and white snowflake patterns as if they were making poor contact. No, they are indeed making poor contact; they are incompatible with this universe!

This universe is trying to decipher these strange and toxic messages, interpreting them in a form that can be understood!

Lynn ignored all of this, closed his eyes, and silently chanted, "It's a fish, it's a fish, it's a fish..."

As he was reading, Lynn opened his eyes: "Get up!"

With a strong pull, the shadow that had covered the entire sea instantly transformed into a small fish that landed in his hand.

The sea calmed down with astonishing speed, and the dark, inky clouds in the sky completely dissipated.

...That might not have been a dark cloud at all.

The thick cloud in the sky looked like a shadow, the shadow cast by some enormous creature in the sea.

Lynn didn't have time to marvel at how small the fish was; he stared in shock at the deep sea.

The astral plane is a plane composed of symbols and authority.

This place may seem similar to the starry sky, dark, deep, and boundless, but it actually has many unique features. For example, you may see a star that looks like the sun hanging in the distance, emitting normal light and heat. But if you try to get close without getting hurt, you will find that the star boundary there is like a black curtain, and the sun is painted directly on with oil paint. There are a bunch of concepts and symbols gathered around it.

Moreover, the sun wasn't drawn very well; it looked like a child's random scribbles without any artistic skills, both comical and terrifying.

From another perspective, this may be a manifestation of the chaos and madness of the underlying rules.

A transparent barrier separates Earth from the real starry sky outside, but that barrier is already riddled with cracks.

Seven points of light blocked the barrier. Some of them were countries covered with bright flowers, and the sky was always bright. Some seemed to be composed of books, either open or closed, with different figures moving among them, enjoying reading. Others were a boundless sea shrouded in storms and endless lightning and thunder.

Outside the world barrier riddled with cracks, those terrifying faces, defying description, began to move.

The invisible barrier began to tremble violently, as if it would collapse inch by inch at any moment.

At noon, the crimson moon suddenly appeared in the sky, its color becoming extremely rich and exaggeratedly expanding, as if it were hanging on the roof of every house. In addition, brown, orange, red, gold, and blue stars shone brightly at the same time, emitting light of different textures.

At this moment, it could be said that the entire universe was focused on this small planet, and above that barrier, a huge shadow appeared.

The figure was enormous, beyond the measure of real space, and seemed vaguely unreal, with countless wispy tentacles extending from it.

Leviathan!