Lyndric Fayne stood at the edge of a fractured plain, blinking against the chaos around him. The sky above looked ripped apart, jagged streaks of color and light clawing across the heavens. Beneath his feet, the ground quivered. Rifts of space and time tore through the earth, colliding with a force that made the air tremble. Energy surged in waves, crashing against itself in endless fury. Yet somehow, a faintly shimmering white barrier held everything together, keeping the realms from collapsing into absolute nothingness.He shook his head, trying to make sense of it. Normally, if two rifts from different realms collided like this—and in such numbers—the world would have been obliterated long ago. Connected realms would crumble along with them, and the mingling of opposing forces alone could spark a chain reaction of destruction, unstoppable once it started.But here… something extraordinary was holding it all in check. Something colossal. Ancient. Lyndric felt it pressing against his

“You are not my future self.”Lyndric Fayne’s voice was calm, but the smile curling at the corner of his lips was anything but. Crooked, faintly amused, and undeniably dangerous. Anyone who knew him would recognize it instantly. That was the smile he wore when someone’s fate was already sealed.“I don’t know how you managed to sneak in here wearing my face,” he said, eyes narrowing as they locked on the man before him, “but one thing is clear. You came with no good intentions. So let’s end this now, impostor.”The other Lyndric didn’t respond.He looked older, harder, a little worn. But something was off. The rhythm of his energy didn’t match. Close enough to fool an outsider’s eye, but far from convincing to someone who knew himself better than anyone ever could.Present‑timeline Lyndric didn’t hesitate.Fresh from the mental hospital’s morgue and having crossed ten years into the future, he raised his hand.The Evil Sword Control Technique activated.The air trembled.A blood‑red lo

The Cosmic Knight Insect was secured. Lyndric Fayne stood for a moment, watching it. Its segmented body shimmered faintly in the lab lights. Every twitch of its antennae seemed deliberate, almost aware of him. He had studied first-generation specimens months ago, but this one… it was on another level entirely.He decided to stay at the Holy Church for a while, working with Elara Myrin. They weren’t just observing a creature. They were testing the limits, shaping a single-soldier combat system in ways few could imagine.Elara had spared no expense. A massive underground laboratory stretched beneath the Church, layered with multiple floors. Biological analysis, genetic sequencing, technological augmentation, controlled experiment chambers—each meticulously arranged. Yet, even with all that wealth and effort, something crucial was missing. The equipment was top-tier, yes, but some devices didn’t exist anywhere public. Tools only whispered about in Federation medical circles. Not even the

Lyndric Fayne looked down at Little Mary. Her cheeks were pink, her fingers trembling slightly. She looked embarrassed, like she’d been caught in some small, private secret. He hesitated, weighing his words. Then he spoke, calm but teasing.“Buying a small bed? Waste of money. It’s only for two days. And yeah, technically it’s not my money, but still. You’re way too young for this.” A smirk tugged at his lips. “Here’s what you do. Take a big, thick blanket and a pillow. Sleep on the floor. Done. Go get them this afternoon. I’ll be out for a while. Won’t be back until tonight. The hover car’s mine for now.”Little Mary’s eyes widened so fast it almost looked like they would pop out of her head. “Sleep… on the floor? No way! I’m not small! Where am I small? Where?” She clutched the edge of her dress, muttering under her breath as he walked away.Lyndric didn’t look back. He stepped out of the room, went down the stairs, and the hover car was waiting for him. With a flick of his wrist, t

A girl in a flowing red dress stepped out of the space-time rift. One of her hands had transformed into a long, razor-sharp blade. Her eyes glowed an intense, blood-red.She flicked a glance at Patchwork Granny, then fixed her gaze on Lyndric Fayne.“So… you must be Lyndric Fayne,” she said, her voice sharp, playful even, with a hint of challenge. “Too weak. When we enter the black hole, stay close. Don’t wander off. And if you want to study that thing, speak up at the right time. You look young… just like Patchwork Granny said. Really, a master of mechanics and space-time? Capable of coding a time machine?” Her eyes pierced him, unflinching, as she stepped closer, giving him no room to respond.Lyndric’s Evil Sword Technique was a high-level immortal art, carefully concealed. Using it, he restrained the God of War System within him, giving the impression of ordinary strength. Anyone observing would be completely fooled.“You’ve already seen my sword,” he said, voice calm and steady.