Mystery: When the Lost Homelanders Meet the Lost Homeland Call

"Feel sorry,"

Lynn looked up and saw that Adam and Grisha were both looking at him. Zhenzao had already drunk half of the case of vodka in his hand, seemingly savoring memories of the old days, while Adam's bottle of life was almost empty. Neither of them was in a hurry to speak.

"I need some time to sort out my thoughts," Lynn said.

Zhenzao nodded, raised the bottle of vodka in his hand as a gesture, and did not urge him.

Lynn walked to the edge of the mound, sat cross-legged, facing the eternal darkness of the Forsaken Land and the occasional flash of lightning, and slowly closed his eyes.

His consciousness was detached from the body of "Lynn," like a veil being lifted by the wind to reveal what lay beneath.

It was a void.

He already knew what he was—a shadow of the warp, a visitor from another world, a fragment left behind after the Lost Home was rebuilt, a "void" that existed between existence and non-existence, barely maintained in human form by eerie green flames. But knowing is one thing, truly "seeing" it clearly is another.

Last time, he gained insight from the perspective of the hidden sage; this time, he must rely on himself to review his own actions.

"Aside from its anomaly aspect, my abilities should have two parts: my ability as a shadow of the subspace... and an ability inherited from the Lost Home but with certain changes..."

Lynn pondered. His true form was a "void," like a piece erased from a painting, revealing the white canvas beneath. But the problem was, this world wasn't a canvas; it had no underlying structure. The canvas was merely another metaphor, because nothing could truly describe this "absence."

The edge of that void glowed with eerie green flames, which clung to the edge, forming a boundary that stabilized the human form.

At the boundary between the void and the green fire, another force was flowing. It was closer to starlight, with a faint crimson glow, like crushed cosmic dust mixed into the green fire, forming an impure, mixed, yet unusually stable mixture.

"A name..." Lynn listened to the burning green flames and the flowing crimson light. "Yes, a name has important meaning."

He needs a name to name them, to determine what they are.

Lynn Aberrent named it.

"Name?" Aberrent asked Green Flame.

"A ghostly fire in a lost homeland".

"Name?" Aberrent asked Starlight.

"The Star Chart of Embers".

Strength is temporary, but handsomeness is forever!

The eerie green flames surged, and the crimson starlight ignited as well. Lynn watched as these two forces intertwined, mixed, and then remained independent within him, and suddenly realized something.

He had always referred to himself as "the world programmer," but only now did he realize the true nature of the name—it was the embodiment of "the star map of embers."

He separated the green fire and starlight in his consciousness, and then touched them one by one.

The moment Lynn touched the "Lost Fire," he felt a strange power flowing through him. It was the ability to bypass the process and go straight to the result. As long as something was "theoretically" feasible, he could do it directly, without having to go through all the intermediate steps.

Just like extracting that independent part of God's will.

Is this theoretically feasible? The answer is yes. The characteristics of an outsider allow him to disregard the limitations of his position, and his control over his mind is strong and precise enough. As long as he can accurately locate the position and boundaries of that part of his will, and as long as he can precisely divide his will, this is entirely feasible.

The problem is that this "as long as" contains a series of mountains to climb, and God won't sit idly by for such a long time. But the Ghost Fire of the Lost Home saves him the trouble of climbing those mountains. He doesn't need to know how to take each step; he only needs to know where the destination is.

Lynn even wanted to call this "optimization of a lost homeland".

The moment Lynn touched the "Ember Star Chart," he sensed a completely different power flowing within him. It was the power to turn principles into reality.

Once he understands how something works, he can access its underlying logic and deduce its principles, thereby directly obtaining the specific parameters for execution and using them as his own "theoretical feasibility".

Just like how the White Tower created a virtual universe, he used his knowledge of spacetime manipulation, physical rules, and computer design to understand the specific methods for creating a virtual universe.

Furthermore, his subspace shadow constitution allows him to observe things directly to their essence, filling in a large amount of knowledge needed for the operation of the [Ember Star Chart]. His outsider constitution allows him to ignore mysterious ranks, greatly increasing the range of [Lost Fire]'s abilities.

"This is such a perfect match for Six Eyes and the shameless," Lynn exclaimed.

"However, there's a minor issue: high-ranking abilities won't provide any additional enhancement to me, and conversely, low-ranking abilities won't be any additional weakening."

Lynn suddenly realized why God called him the Dung Monster. This omniscient and omnipotent being had just glimpsed a sliver of his abilities. Of course, it was also possible that it was because He had glimpsed Lynn that He was able to ascertain his own abilities.

These two abilities are like stepping on your own foot with your left!

For example, a craftsman wants to build a steam engine.

A craftsman's skill level is limited to forging only one gear or assembling only one component at a time; this is the limitation of a craftsman's ability. Then, the craftsman must design blueprints, build the engine, and then test, modify, and test it again before finally obtaining a usable steam engine. This is the normal process.

However, through the "Ember Star Chart," Lynn was able to deduce the complete blueprints that would enable him to achieve his goal, provided he understood how the steam engine worked.

Then, through "The Ghostly Flame of Lost Home", Lynn can skip the crafting process, directly obtain the gears, assemble them directly, and finally obtain the steam engine.

Then comes the most sinister part: these two abilities can step on each other's heels. Lynn's ability originally only went up to "gears", but "Ember's Star Chart" can disassemble "creating a steam engine" into a large number of "crafting parts" and "assembly parts".

Thus, Lynn will be able to "build a steam engine," and after the deduction is completed, "Lost Fire" will directly consider "building a steam engine" as its ability.

When the two abilities are combined, his "range of abilities" expands exponentially.

So where is his limit?

Lynn continued to "watch" himself. His computational ability and knowledge base constituted his upper limit; as he understood the principles behind more things and collected more information about the underlying rules of the world, he would be able to do more and more.

And the price he pays for influencing the world as an "outsider".

He doesn't belong to this world. His very existence is an intrusion. Although he doesn't know why his existence didn't cause the world to violently reject him like Leviathan, that alienation still exists.

Every time he uses his power, he is injecting an instruction into the world that does not belong to him. A small amount of use may be insignificant, but if he uses those two powers without restraint, there will always be a critical point that will be crossed.

Lynn sensed that the Great Annihilation would catch up directly in terms of rules at that time, and his time travel was ultimately related to the Great Annihilation.

What about the first time travel?

Aberrant withdrew his "gaze," allowing his consciousness to refocus from the void and return to the body called "Lynn."

The process was smoother than he had imagined—perhaps due to the ghostly fire, perhaps the star map, or perhaps a combination of both. He felt his outline become clearer, like a previously somewhat blurry photograph being refocused.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the expressions on Adam's and Grisha's faces.

Neither the Sequence 0 True God nor the King of Angels could be described as composed.

Adam's eyes were slightly narrowed, his eyelids half-closed, as if he was trying his best to resist some kind of continuous pressure.

His right hand hovered in front of him, his five fingers slightly spread, and something around his body was constantly taking shape and dissipating; it was a product of imagination.

He constantly conjures up images of intelligent beings, then shares the information He receives with them, and then lets them disintegrate. Each time a new structure takes shape and dissipates, a new structure takes its place. These "characters" are interconnected, forming a barrier that surrounds Him.

Grisha was even more direct. He was completely immersed in a flowing shadow, which surged, contracted, and expanded across his body like living things. An aura of corruption emanated from the shadow, constantly "guiding" something unseen away and pouring into a deeper direction below.

The Chaotic Sea.

Lynn blinked. He noticed something dissipating in the air around him. It was "contamination"—pure information—formed from the leakage of his thought process.

Adam and Grisha are cleaning up the mess he left behind.

"Uh." Lynn scratched the back of his head. "Sorry. I was getting a little absorbed in my thoughts just now."

Adam slowly lowered his right hand, the crystal barrier dissipating into the air. He picked up the bottle of the Water of Life again, took a sip, and spoke calmly as if nothing had happened: "It's alright. The information leakage during your thinking... has stopped."

Zhenzao reappeared from the shadows, gulping down a mouthful of vodka: "Your hole is pretty drafty. Next time you're going into seclusion, let me know in advance so I can build a shed."

Lynn couldn't refute it. He had indeed completely failed to control his information leak, or rather, he hadn't even realized he was leaking information. The way the shadows of the warp thinks is clearly different from humans; they don't have a clear boundary between inside and outside.

"I'll try," Lynn said, "but your suggestion of 'building a shed'..."

Shinzo waved the hand holding the bottle, meaning "You know what I'm talking about."

"It seems you have a deep understanding of Eastern culture."

"In my time, my country and your country had very deep cooperation."

Lynn nodded.

Adam sat cross-legged again, his gaze fixed on Lynn's face: "What have you realized?"

Lynn organized his thoughts: "My understanding of my abilities was previously fragmented. I knew what I could do, but I didn't know 'why' I could. Now I have a general idea of ​​that 'why'."

"Turns out my left fist has a high mechanism, and my right fist has a high numerical value."

Lynn didn't want to explain too much, and the two gods didn't ask any further questions.

Being able to share the information about "foreign objects" is already very useful; any more information would be invaluable.

Zhenzao poured the last swig of vodka into his mouth, casually tossed the empty bottle into the shadows, and the shadows wriggled and swallowed the bottle whole.

"Indeed, your abilities are very...distinct. On one hand, there's pure mechanics, ignoring rank and process, acting directly. On the other hand, there are pure stats: total spiritual energy, physical strength, combat skills—nothing special about them. The stats and mechanics are completely unrelated. This is practically nonexistent in the Extraordinary system."

Adam nodded and added, "Extraordinary pathways often combine numerical amplification with mechanistic changes. Take the 'Audience' pathway as an example: Sequence Seven 'Psychotherapist' not only increases total spirituality but also gains the mechanism to influence the subconscious of others. With each advancement, the same ability receives both numerical and mechanistic enhancements; these two aspects are intertwined. But you are completely different."

Lynn pondered for a moment, then suddenly realized: "So that's why I often feel like a 'shit monster'?"

Griseld let out a low, enigmatic chuckle, clearly having heard the word before in their earlier "exchange." Adam, on the other hand, maintained his usual calm expression, merely raising an eyebrow slightly, as if savoring the precision of the word.

"Now that you know it's a dung monster," Lynn chuckled, "you guys won't lay a hand on me, will you?"