Chapter 84 : The Days Lynn Spent on the Road Were Equally Harsh
Chapter 84: The Days Lynn Spent on the Road Were Equally Harsh
As the saying went—
When the upper beam is crooked, the lower beams go askew.
It was originally a negative saying.
But in Lynn’s case, it somehow seemed to have turned into a twisted form of praise.
Not that there was any problem with his character.
It was just that his meddlesome nature was practically cut from the same mold as Colin and his companion who had taken this road earlier…
Lynn, still using his alias “Dunn,” sped along the main commercial route.
His intention was to head straight for Lemon Port and first deal with Colin’s troubles there.
But this world simply would not let one travel in peace!
The closer he got to Lemon Port, the more tragic the scenes along the road became.
The refugees Colin encountered before had at least still been able to walk.
But the people Lynn met now—
Had truly reached the end of their strength, their oil and lamps utterly spent!
They lay in small groups by the roadside.
Their hollow eyes stared blankly at the grey, misty sky.
Skin clung to bone; many no longer even had the strength to moan.
They just lay there, waiting for death—or for the undead who would soon devour them.
Lynn was not made of stone.
Half of his title as “Lord Angel” had been inflated by the system.
But the other half had been solidified by the despair in those eyes, bit by bit…
“A sense of the bigger picture, knowing priorities, huh.”
Lynn smiled bitterly to himself. “If I can watch people turn into dried corpses by the roadside and still talk about the bigger picture, then what’s left of me being human?”
He could not hold back in the end.
The Holy Light flared again and again.
One, two, three times…
By the time Lynn came back to his senses, more than fifty or sixty people had gathered behind him.
Though still frail, there was finally a glimmer of hope in their eyes.
Fortunately, Lynn was now wealthy in divine energy—his incarnation carried five thousand points of Holy Radiance.
Otherwise, if it were back when he had first transmigrated—
Such consumption would have already caused him to burn out completely~!
“Brother Dunn, could you squat down for a moment, please?”
A timid voice broke Lynn’s train of thought.
He looked down—it was a little girl named Annie.
About six or seven years old, her small face was so dirty that her original color could hardly be seen.
Only her pair of eyes were as clear as an untouched spring in the forest.
Lynn’s divine sense had already swept over the thing hidden behind her back.
It was a ring awkwardly woven from withered grass roots—crooked, pitifully ugly.
But he pretended not to know and squatted down readily.
A gentle curiosity appeared on his face. “What is it, little Annie? Do you need something?”
Annie hesitated, embarrassed, then reached out her hand.
She carefully placed the grass ring upon Lynn’s head.
“Brother Dunn, this is for you. Thank you for saving me and my mom!”
Her voice grew smaller and smaller. “I know it’s not pretty… but please don’t dislike it. When spring comes, Annie will make you the prettiest flower wreath!”
The grass ring was rough; it scratched uncomfortably against his hair.
But Lynn felt as though something heavy had struck his heart, making it tremble.
He couldn’t help but reach out, gently patting Annie’s dry, yellow hair with a smile. “It’s beautiful, little Annie. Brother really likes it.”
“And I’ll be waiting for that flower wreath in spring!”
Annie’s small face blossomed into a huge smile. She turned and skipped back to her mother’s side.
That woman held her child close.
From afar, she bowed deeply to Lynn, her eyes filled with gratitude and humility.
Lynn waved and turned his back.
The smile on his lips faded, replaced by a trace of bitterness.
He had saved Annie and her mother—but he could not save her father…
That strong man, just to let his wife and daughter live a few days longer,
Had actually cut off his own flesh to feed them!
In the end, he bled out and died before Lynn arrived.
If not for that—
The frail mother and daughter would never have lasted until Lynn found them.
“This world…”
Lynn watched the staggering procession ahead, feeling his chest tighten. “Is too bitter.”
The refugees moved at a snail’s pace.
At this rate, it would take at least five or six more days to reach Lemon Port.
Lynn could afford to wait, but Colin might not.
The situation was changing by the hour.
With Colin’s unexpected involvement, the Undead Legion might even attack Lemon Port ahead of schedule!
He had to make a decision.
So, by evening—
The group stopped to rest in a wind-sheltered hollow.
Lynn gathered everyone together.
“Everyone, please listen to me.”
His voice carried clearly to every ear.
“Lemon Port is not far ahead, but we’re moving too slowly.”
“I plan to go on ahead to the city and arrange for carriages to come pick you up.”
Before he could finish—
A stir rippled through the crowd.
Panic spread like a plague.
“Lord Dunn, y-you’re leaving us behind?”
An old woman trembled as she spoke, eyes filled with despair.
“No! Brother Dunn, don’t go!”
Little Annie burst into tears and ran forward, clutching tightly at Lynn’s leg.
They had long regarded this mysterious and powerful young man as their only pillar of support.
In this desolate wilderness, losing him—
Was no different from being sentenced to death!
Lynn sighed inwardly. He had expected this.
He raised his voice, patiently reassuring them. “Quiet, listen to me!”
“I am not abandoning you!”
He lifted his hand, palm up.
A soft yet majestic golden Holy Light surged forth.
“Divine Art: Holy Protection Sigil—activate!”
With his low invocation, the golden light descended.
It formed a vast, translucent dome of radiance that enveloped the entire hollow.
Fine runes flowed across the surface of the barrier, emanating a sacred aura that soothed the soul.
“This barrier will protect you. The filthy undead won’t dare approach.”
Lynn explained, “I’ll return with help as quickly as I can.”
“In the meantime, do not leave the barrier’s range. Conserve your strength and wait for my message.”
The refugees’ panic gradually subsided.
Little Annie wiped her tears and looked up, asking, “Brother Dunn, you really will come back, right?”
“I promise!” Lynn said solemnly.
He wasted no more time. With a blur of motion, he stepped outside the barrier.
Turning once to look back at the camp glowing faintly in the dusk, he took a deep breath.
The next moment, Lynn’s feet left the ground.
His figure turned into a streak of pale golden light, shooting toward Lemon Port—
So fast that only a faint afterimage remained in the air.