The next morning, Lynn stared blankly at the ornate relief on the ceiling with lifeless eyes.
Why had things turned out this way?
With a sense of desperation, Lynn yawned, sat up, dressed, and prepared to wash up.
By now, he was truly in too deep, trapped from all directions, all retreats cut off.
As long as the positioning collar Ivyst had put on him was not removed, he could never escape her grasp.
Thinking about the inevitable future confrontation with the protagonist group, Lynn felt despair.
Although he didn't know if this world had something like a "world will" setting, since the system mentioned a plot deviation degree, it meant they were strictly following the preset path of the original story.
That path ends at a sheer cliff, completely devoid of any rationale for survival.
But, at this point, there was no other choice.
He could only act as a double-crosser, blend into Ivyst's team, and always look for a chance to escape.