Within the Acceleration Barrier constructed by the Time Law, Lynch wandered like a tireless traveler amidst the vast yet fragmented life stream of that Truth Wizard.

Spiritual Threads continually drew Soul Fragments from the black vortex, merging them into his being. The system's alert tone sounded with a steady rhythm, recording the rapid ascent of Soul Law Experience Points.

[Soul Law Experience Points +1203...]

[Soul Law Experience Points +875...]

Accompanying the ebb of Experience Points, a warm and peaceful memory scene first emerged:

On a sunlit afternoon, a boy of seven or eight years old was happily running on the grassland at the village's edge, holding a simple kite made of twigs.

In the distance, smoke rose lazily, his mother stood in front of the humble wooden house, wearing an apron washed to a faded white, smiling and waving at him, seemingly holding freshly baked bread exuding a wheat fragrance. His father's silhouette worked in the fields, his back robust. The entire scene was filled with a simple yet almost overflowing warmth and tranquility.

"Al, slow down, be careful not to fall!" His mother tied her apron, standing at the wooden house's door, her face beaming with a warm smile, holding up a golden honey bread in her hand, "Look, mom baked your favorite, come back soon!"

The little boy, Al, turned around, holding the kite, and cheerfully shouted, "Got it, mom! Just one more lap, then I'll come back to have dinner with dad!"

[Soul Law Experience Points +1988...]

However, this warm scene suddenly shattered like fragile glass! What followed was the scorching, acrid smell of burning and the intense scent of blood.

The night sky was torn apart by soaring flames, and the familiar village fell into a sea of fire, where cries, wild laughter, and some inhuman screeches intermingled. The boy cowered in a hidden corner, and through the gaps, he fearfully saw familiar neighbors and playmates had fallen to the ground, the earth stained red with blood.

Figures wearing strange cloaks and twisted abstract masks on their faces coldly traversed the piles of corpses and ruins like reapers from Hell, dragging out the few survivors, including him, as if collecting goods.

Amidst the blazing flames and incessant screams, a cloaked figure wearing a twisted bird-beak mask kicked open a burning door panel and commanded his companion coldly, "Hurry up, take those with adequate Soul Strength, dispose of the old and useless ones..."

Another mask emitted a hoarse laugh, looking at Al dragged out from his hiding place: "Tsk, tsk, this little guy... his Soul Waves are very pure, a perfect 'container' material."

[Soul Law Experience Points +2541...] (Experience Points spiked due to intense emotional impact)

The scene switched again, becoming cold and oppressive.

In a cold laboratory, the young Al was strapped to a stone platform, his body convulsing from severe pain. An expressionless Wizard injected a potion glowing green light into his veins, recording data: "Experimental Subject 737, Pain Resistance enhanced, Soul Stamina meets expectations... but Mental Resistance remains weak."

Another older Wizard leaned down, icy fingers gliding over the boy's pale cheek: "Endure it, child. This bit of pain is to enable you to bear greater power... it is your 'honor.'"

The boy bit through his lip, blood oozing out, squeezing weak yet clear words through his teeth: "I... hate you all..."

In a dim, damp-stoned location within the depths of a Tower, the boy had grown into a frail adolescent, confined on a cold stone platform with various tubes and rune needles embedded in his body. Bone-chilling pain, bizarre energy infusions, the torment of his spirit being torn and forcibly sewn back together... day after day.

Surrounding him were figures dressed in Official Wizard Robes, with either fervent or indifferent eyes, recording data, discussing "tolerance," "energy adaptation," treating him as a precious, living, rare experimental material.

From initial fear and pleading, the boy's eyes gradually became numb and hollow, but finally, within that endless pain, arose a faint, stubborn hatred and flame of survival.

[Soul Law Experience Points +3320...] (Experience Points soared due to touching core obsession)

Time slipped by, and the memory scene finally froze in a vast laboratory filled with intricate instruments and glowing runes.

The boy who had suffered so, now a man in his early thirties, stood silently in the center of the lab. His naked upper body was covered in complex, magnificent yet ominously strange runes, seemingly alive, slowly flowing and emitting unsettling energy ripples.

Around him was a large group of Wizards, overwhelmingly excited, dressed in gorgeous robes symbolizing high status, their eyes sparkling with near-insane joy; some even cried tears of happiness. Enthusiastic cheers echoed in the laboratory:

"We've done it! We've succeeded!"

"Look! This perfect energy circuit! This Divine radiance!"

"We've created... we've created a living Divine being!"

And the man they called "Divine," expressionless, his profound eyes reflecting the ecstatic faces of those "creators" who made him, held deep within a cold, dead silence, along with a hard-to-detect yet all-consuming intent of Destruction.

Lynch abruptly withdrew from this heavy and impactful fragment of memory, his soul slightly trembling due to those extreme emotions and the violent twist of fate.

The system's alert tone still sounded regularly, but he knew this was only the tip of the iceberg in the turbulent, pain-filled, and twisted life of that Truth Wizard. Ahead, more fragments awaited him to experience and absorb.

[Soul Law Experience Points +7850...] (Experience Points soared with the realization of ultimate destruction and vast energy comprehension)

The scroll of memory unfolded violently again, rushing in with deafening clamor of clashing steel, roaring spells, and dying wails.

The sky was dyed bizarre colors with destructive energy of all hues, the ground cracked amid tremors. Once towering Wizard Towers toppled and crumbled, magnificent cities became burning ruins.

Wizard armies in robes of various colors, torrents of Knights riding fearsome Magic Beasts, and forces commanding enormous Battle Mechanisms like mountain peaks flooded in like tides from all sides. Their objective was only one—the figure floating in the battlefield's center, whose entire body was embedded with runes glowing brilliantly like another sun.

He, once Al, now the "Divine" or perhaps "Monster," had become the enemy of the entire world.

The enemy of everyone!

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