The All-Class Mage: Echoes of Time and Space

He woke from the cycle of reincarnation for the seventh time and realized that everything was different now.

Within the time anchor at his fingertip, images flickered that should never have existed: the elemental spirit named Ailin, kneeling amid the world’s ruins and chanting a forbidden spell to reverse time for him.

She was the light guiding him, and the cage imprisoning him.

The Observer’s icy voice echoed through space and time: “She is the perfect surveillance device. You will never escape this closed loop.”

But Ailin only tightened her grip on his hand. The blue light at her fingertips, the same as his, flickered faintly. “Don’t believe them. Lin Mo, every time I save you… I’m killing myself.”

When the seventh anchor lit up, the cruel truth finally came to light:

In each of the previous six lives, she had died for him in a different way.

Her “love” was the most serious error in the operating program of this world.

And every time he broke through, he hastened the disappearance of her very existence.

“Kill her, and you can gain true freedom,” the Observer ruled.

“But if you aren’t there, what kind of freedom is that?” Lin Mo held the nearly shattered Ailin and looked toward the Clock Tower that shrouded countless worlds.

This time, his goal wasn’t to become a god. It was to

Shatter the creation myth born of fear, and for the one he loved, for the countless imprisoned destinies, rewrite the laws at the end of time so that “love” could exist.