"Ah, this..." Lynn was momentarily stunned, then quickly realized what was happening.
It seemed that his True Self had somehow sent him a buff from afar, which the Ancient Sun God had piggybacked on.
"Wait a minute..." Lynn suddenly realized something and looked at the Ancient Sun God, uncertainly saying, "You just said we're currently fighting against giants and dragons, the Elf King and the Phoenix Ancestor have already fallen, and I've only been asleep for a hundred years..."
Although there's the Sea of Chaos, and he's a dual-Sequence True God who even shepherded the uniqueness of Error, just like how Artisan after just advancing to Sequence 0 couldn't fully digest the potion and had insufficient anchor points, resulting in a subpar state that only allowed him to exhibit the power of a King of Angels. Similarly, Klein, who just advanced to the Lord of Mysteries, could only be called a half-Great Old One due to resisting the will of the Celestial. He even had to fall into slumber.
Before Lynn fell asleep, the Ancient Sun God, despite theoretically having invincible combat strength, had to spend a lot of energy fighting against the resurgent God Almighty's Will inside him due to the lack of followers and anchor points. As a result, the Ancient Sun God could not fully display his strength.
However, in this situation, Lynn couldn't help but suspect that the Ancient Sun God was using him as a "Will Stabilizer," allowing him to unleash his full strength freely, thus hastening the defeat of the ancient gods.
"It's not just me. Sasrir and the others also use your strength to suppress the will and madness of the ancient gods. So, don't worry about missing the hundred-year war; in a way, your role while asleep might have been greater than if you were awake." The Ancient Sun God calmly nodded in response to Lynn's subtle gaze.
The Ancient Sun God's words were quite sincere. In an era where high-end combat power had to divide their attention to fight against madness and the resurgence of the ancient gods, the role of a stabilizer that could suppress madness and the will of the Great Old Ones was unimaginable—an example being that if Lynn had this stabilizer, Klein wouldn't have had to sleep at the end of the original story and could have directly unleashed the full power of the genuine Lord of Mysteries.
Thus, the Ancient Sun God couldn't help but regretfully say, "It's a pity this discovery was made so late, otherwise, I could have at least dealt with the dragons during this time..." After saying that, he looked at Lynn as if regretting something.
Lynn: ... Why? You want me to keep sleeping? But the buff from my True Self is over; even if I keep sleeping, it won't help!
For a moment, Lynn didn't know how to respond, nor could he imagine the kind of inhumane observations he must have undergone during his slumber. After thinking for a while, he finally said, "So you've already accommodated the Tyrant's Uniqueness?"
"Yes," the Ancient Sun God nodded reservedly.
"Alright..." Lynn scratched his head, not wanting to dwell on it. Although the sequence of the ancient gods' demise seemed off, history had clearly diverged from the original due to his interference, so he decided to take things one step at a time.
Lynn suddenly remembered something and asked, "What about Medici? You still haven't told me what happened to him, and what about Sasrir and the others?"
"Medici..." The Ancient Sun God paused for a moment before turning his head to look at the door and said, "You can come with me to see him right now; it might surprise you..."
Raising an eyebrow at the remark, Lynn got out of bed and followed the Ancient Sun God outside.
Only then did Lynn notice that while his sleeping chamber looked exactly as it did before, the environment outside had drastically changed. It had the impression of having evolved from a small town to a kingdom.
Not far away, a young man with blood-red hair and eyes was "walking" towards them, stepping on the air. He was wearing black armor, splattered with blood in many places, and had a large creature slung over his shoulder, seemingly just returning from the battlefield.
Lynn squinted to confirm that the creature was a golden dragon, likely a Sequence 3 or 4 adult dragon, possibly even Sequence 2.
"Ha, Sleeping Beauty finally deigns to open his eyes."
Accompanied by a familiar, sarcastic tone, the dragon was casually thrown aside, landing with a heavy thud.
The red-haired youth finally landed in front of Lynn, first bowing slightly to the Ancient Sun God before turning to Lynn, a mocking smile on his lips, "My dear brother, did you have a pleasant sleep? Did your body rust?"
Lynn squinted at him, immediately understanding why Medici was acting so arrogant.
He had become a Sequence 1 Conqueror and had accommodated the Red Priest's Uniqueness, qualifying as a King of Angels.
This wasn't surprising since the Red Priest's Uniqueness was confirmed to be with the Elf King, and the Ancient Sun God had already dealt with the Elf King.
"It was extremely pleasant!" Lynn smiled, stretching his body as he looked at Medici and said, "As for whether my body rusted, why don't we spar a bit and find out..."
When your younger brother's wings get too hard, a good beating is all it takes!
Lynn was in excellent condition after his sleep and didn't mind borrowing a bit of power from his True Self to teach his bratty brother a lesson.
"If you want to fight, do it outside the city; otherwise, Sasrir will complain about the expenses again," the Ancient Sun God calmly reminded them as he observed the "brotherly love" on display.
"Okay!" Lynn made a gesture to the Ancient Sun God and then grinned at his eager younger brother, saying, "Let's go, Little Red, show me how much you've improved in the hundred years I've been asleep, and don't cry when you lose!"
"Hmph!" Medici sneered, clearly confident in himself.
So, later, at the banquet celebrating Lynn's awakening—
"Medici, what's with that bump on your head?" Ouroboros curiously eyed the large bump on the War Angel's head, looking like he wanted to poke it.
"Are you a cat?" Medici swatted Ouroboros's hand away irritably, then glared at the star of the banquet, almost grinding his teeth.
'Can't beat him! Still can't beat him! Lynn, this damn cheat, just doesn't play fair!'
"Hey, Little Red, does your head still hurt?" A certain unscrupulous older brother, clearly aware of Medici's gaze, cheerfully greeted him.
"Crack—"
The cup in Medici's hand shattered as he gritted his teeth and obliterated the shards, glaring at Lynn, who was happily catching up with Sasrir.
Finally, he sighed. 'At last, he woke up! This guy can really sleep.'
(End of Chapter)
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