Outside of Time - Chapter 1777 The Awakening of Chiuz

My name is Lynn, I am fourteen years old, I am from the Rhine, I live at 75 Brilliant Avenue in Catalina, I am unmarried but have a fiancée.

Now I am studying knowledge at the Rhine Institute, and I will go home before eight o’clock every day at the latest, even if I am pestered by my fiancee. I don’t smoke, I don’t drink alcohol, I go to bed at eleven o’clock in the evening, and I guarantee eight hours of sleep. Drink a cup of warm milk before going to bed, wake up and say good morning to the mirror. When the world ushers in the comfort of the morning light of the second day, I will practice the family-inspired swordsmanship as usual. In this way, everyone said I was normal.

–until today.

【Finally you are here! Fire Tong Liu Ming! 】

[Galgame is animated, will there be many exciting parts…..]

【Where the dream begins…… Wait a minute, I’m super! Where is this? Who are you handsome? ! 】

[Let me introduce:]

【What is standing in front of you now is the owner of a special physique who can become a suffering master anywhere. The only owner of the green to shiny crown. The emperor who created the empire and the tyrant who destroyed order. Because he is too miserable, he can’t see others. Well Lived Ultimate Villain – Mr. Lynn Blazer! ! 】

Lynn: “???”

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Taking place within a world of Measurements―superpowers owned from birth, with most being absolute trash.A world involving numerous secret organisations looking to take advantage of those rare and remarkable few possessing exceptional powers.When there exists Forbidden Knowledge better left unknown.When the discovery of said knowledge results in the inevitable; a world-ending catastrophe.‘Ignorance is bliss.’Fighting against the unrelenting persistence of the one who knows all.Before the tragic fate of the world repeats itself once more.―He must be stopped.

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]

Vincent van Gogh, the painter who refused to be an accessory Of power and painted with his soul at the tip of a brush, was not understood by anyone and had to die like a madman, and he woke up in 21st century Korea.

Like a wheat field melted with gold, like a sunflower that swallowed the sun, a dazzling painter once again takes the brush.