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As he spoke, Lynn—still gripping his sword—raised three fingers behind his back. Escoffier saw it clearly.
This time, the Captain had no intention of playing Lynn's little guessing game. He immediately shouted for his men to rush in and take Lynn down, only then letting out a cold laugh as he replied:
"Rather than guess, I prefer to wait until you're captured and then beg to tell me yourself—"
Before he could finish, the "three" Lynn had been holding up behind his back became "one." Then he withdrew the last finger, too.
"It's here—"
Lynn smiled, cryptic as ever.
The moment his words fell, the two men charging at the very front reached him. But in that same instant, a violent tremor erupted from beneath their feet and from all around, snapping every unprepared body out of motion.
Boom—crash!!
A thunderous roar followed.
"What the hell is going on?!" the Captain blurted, panic flashing through him.
A man who spent his life drifting at sea could tell immediately—something was wrong with the ship.
But what kind of problem?
How severe was it? Where did it come from?
That, he couldn't judge at all.
More importantly, he couldn't be sure whether this was Lynn's hidden play…
"Was this your doing?!" he demanded.
Distracted, then refocusing, he was about to order his men to check the situation—only to see that the two fastest men were already down at Lynn's feet. The sword that had just been sheathed had flashed again, and droplets of blood slid down the blade's edge.
The truth was obvious: the sudden upheaval hadn't shaken Lynn's focus at all. But the Captain and his crew were caught completely off-guard; the trembling deck threw them off-balance, and the two nearest had their throats opened the moment Lynn drew.
In the instant the words left his mouth, the Captain felt a faint, sharp regret rising in his gut:
Picking a fight with Lynn… might have been a mistake.
"Who knows?" Lynn's smile returned. "But since things have come to this, I can only tell you one thing—start to finish, I never lied."
Then, as if casually changing topics, he lifted the weapon in his hand and introduced it:
"Flute of Ezpitzal. A gift from a friend of Natlan's Masters of the Night-Wind. I won't brag too much—just know it's more than sharp enough. And it carries a secret curse art that drastically speeds up the loss of vitality. Don't worry—those two died clean. I guarantee they didn't suffer."
With his words and his actions together, it was like a gentle, harmless beast suddenly baring its fangs.
The smugglers who'd been about to surge forward had already paused because of the accident. Now, they all took a step back—almost uniformly.
The Captain had no time to yell at them, and no time to answer Lynn.
What mattered was the ship under their feet.
If the ship was truly in trouble, what good was handling everything else?
Swim back to shore?
Thankfully, he wasn't some green rookie. He hadn't forgotten to leave people stationed at key points aboard the ship, so news came quickly:
"Captain! Sea beast—A giant sea beast!"
"What?!" The Captain shot Lynn a venomous glare, then turned and left without hesitation.
"You two listen carefully. If you don't want all of us to end up as sea-beast feed, don't you dare mess things up right now."
He barked orders as he ran:
"Leave five behind—watch them like hawks! Everyone else, with me! To your posts! Ready the ballistae!"
With that, the Captain led his men in a full sprint away.
Lynn stared at the cabin doorway, now guarded by only a handful of small-time lackeys. Whether it was disgust or mockery, any trace of emotion drained from his eyes, leaving only a soft click of his tongue.
"I told you everything was true. How do you still not believe it… Whatever. Even if you did believe me, you wouldn't have a way out."
He glanced to the side.
"These few are yours, Escoffier. I need some time. Keep watch for me, please."
As he spoke, he sat down right where he was. Eyes closed. Breath steady. Mind focused.
Escoffier didn't ask questions. She simply nodded, summoned a long spear, and—under the incredulous stares of the men left behind—whipped up a burst of icy mist.
Damn it… there's a sneaky bastard here!
You've got a Vision and you didn't say so?!
If you'd shown it, the Captain probably wouldn't have fixated on you at all—so you kept it hidden just to bait him?!
That was the last thought to flash through the five lackeys' minds.
And then—
Razor-cold frost slowed their reactions and pinned their movements in place, while the spear's killing edge hid inside the swirling white haze.
In one heartbeat—five down.
Escoffier withdrew her spear with satisfaction, calming the agitation of her Cryo.
If she'd had to figure everything out alone, she'd probably only know how to dump a huge stockpile of Cryo power all at once. That kind of brute blast was something you saved for getting surrounded—an emergency sweep.
Using it here would be like firing a cannon at a mosquito.
But over this recent stretch, Lynn had introduced her to quite a few friends from Natlan. She'd picked up plenty of techniques from them, and now she could wield her power with a lightness that made the heavy feel easy—calling only a small portion of elemental force, not affecting her ability to unleash a bigger move later, while still giving enemies more than enough "surprise"—
If they ever got the chance to come back, anyway.
Elsewhere, Lynn's consciousness turned inward.
"Finally… it's almost enough."
In a perspective no ordinary person could see, threads of blue-violet mist seeped out from the crates around him and flowed into his body. Their destination was the thing he was observing within—
A "seed," located in the deepest part of his mind and soul… yet also existing at an immeasurable height beyond all things, a place only he himself could perceive and observe.
As a transmigrator, this was Lynn's "cheat"—a World Seed.
Once it sprouted, it would give birth to a Complete World, and that world would be, in a sense, Lynn's own incarnation.
What was a Complete World?
It meant not a mere planetary world like Teyvat, but something of a higher order—its standing matching the universe that Teyvat itself belonged to.
Of course, it needed time to grow. At the beginning, its scale might not even compare to one small secret realm within Teyvat.
But its "rank" was the real deal.
Growth wouldn't be difficult.
After all, a normal world only had a vague, macro-level will. But a world that was Lynn's incarnation would possess a clear, defined consciousness—capable of making concrete plans and guidance for its own growth.
Even more interesting: because Lynn was a transmigrator, his world would inherit corresponding traits. Once it passed its infant stage, it would be able to consume its own origin-source, trace the path of his transmigration to seek out others like him, and open a Transmigration Gate…
By any measure, it was an absurdly overpowered cheat—
But before the seed sprouted and the world was born, none of it mattered.
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