After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 414 - 155 The Completely Fallen Hero

"From the very beginning, you intended to strangle Ahtal, didn’t you?" The Ice and Snow Goddess, cradling her cheek with one hand, spoke in an indifferent voice tinged with nonchalance, "There’s no need to beat around the bush, just come out and say it."

The Messenger God shook his head, "If possible, we genuinely wish you could return to the high heavens; you’re not exactly suited to engage in schemes."

Ice and Snow Goddess: "..."

She simply disdained to dabble in conspiracies and tricks; it wasn’t that she truly didn’t know how. Whether the plan to strangle Ahtal succeeded or not, it would certainly provoke a full-scale retaliation from the Witch of Death, instantly escalating what was otherwise a stable situation.

Rather, it would make more sense to start with an all-out war from the beginning, instead of setting a trap for Ahtal in advance. There was no point to it at all.

"Ahtal is one of only two beings that possess the distinct power to kill a deity." The Messenger God seemed to anticipate the thoughts of the Ice and Snow Goddess, "If he continues to live, and becomes the Witch of Death’s consort, that would be a significant threat."

"The Witch of Death interested in Ahtal?" The Ice and Snow Goddess asked subconsciously before recalling the overly generous favors the Witch of Death had bestowed upon Ahtal, making it seem possible that Ahtal could become her consort.

Assuming Ahtal could become the consort of the Witch of Death, indeed, the level of threat would dramatically escalate.

It was like a person suddenly being kept by a wealthy woman, gaining access to her trillions in assets, and instantly becoming a renowned tycoon.

Such a leap would allow Ahtal to bypass the process of accumulating power, directly exercising the Witch of Death’s power in the capacity of a consort.

"It seems you understand our concerns." The expression of the Messenger God suddenly grew subtle, "Ahtal is very... no, extremely capable of gaining the favor of the opposite sex. If his relationship with the Witch of Death were to suddenly progress further, that would worsen the situation."

"That does sound quite interesting." The Ice and Snow Goddess chuckled lightly, "I’m actually a bit excited to meet him now."

"I hope you don’t become too interested in him." The Messenger God sighed, then raised a hand to his chest and bowed elegantly before vanishing into a flock of white doves.

The Ice and Snow Goddess closed her eyes slightly, settling into a state resembling sleep, as if indifferent to everything.

Just then, a warm breeze suddenly swept into the castle, prompting the feigning Ice and Snow Goddess to open her beautiful eyes. Three goddesses had appeared in the great hall—the leader was a woman with emerald green hair and a gentle smile, dressed in a teal gown adorned with green twigs, which lent a sense of spring.

To her right stood a woman with auburn hair, wearing a gown embellished with maple leaves, evoking an autumnal sense of melancholy.

On the left was a girl with short red hair, attired in a short skirt and chest-exposing top that gave off the atmosphere of summer.

"What brings you here?" The Ice and Snow Goddess inquired blandly, watching as the lead woman with the emerald hair gently pulled her two companions closer.

"We’re concerned for your safety."

"I’m more concerned for your safety." The Ice and Snow Goddess cupped her beautiful face with her hand, addressing the Goddess of Spring, "It would be troublesome if the Creation Witch took an interest in you again."

The gentle smile on the Goddess of Spring’s face soured into unease; she had once been captured by the Creation Witch and had become her Star Fury. Even though the Creation Witch hadn’t actually done anything to her—merely warping her psychological state to observe her reaction—it was still an extremely terrifying experience.

Now, just the thought of the Creation Witch made her subconsciously tremble, and that was after erasing all memory of the Creation Witch.

"Don’t worry, the Creation Witch wouldn’t capture us even if she resurfaced." The Goddess of Autumn reassured with a smile, "We’re not that conspicuous now."

"This time our antagonist is Ahtal." The Goddess of Summer added, lightening the tense atmosphere.

The Ice and Snow Goddess merely sighed. What more could she say? If they had come out of concern for her, then she’d just have to keep a closer eye on them.

Moreover, this encounter wasn’t particularly dangerous.

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Meanwhile.

Magic Kingdom.

In an estate near the royal palace.

"You want me to persuade Ahtal?" Michael frowned slightly, looking at the woman opposite him clad in a black evening dress, "Do you... think that makes any sense?"

"Of course, it does." The woman in the black evening dress smiled, picking up a glass of red wine from the table and gently swirling it, "As a friend’s opinion, I think Ahtal would at least consider it, not completely dismiss it."

"If Ahtal hadn’t already become a demon." Michael responded, "I would have persuaded him to return to the embrace of All Gods; he no longer has a path of return."

"Yet, if Ahtal were to enter the embrace of a goddess, the situation would be different." The woman smiled, explaining to Michael, "Rules can be changed according to needs."

Michael fell silent.

"Rather than being an enemy to All Gods, better to find a way to join them and change them from within." The woman continued her seductive pitch, "If you find this world to be flawed, then work towards improving it instead of making it worse."

"I can try." Michael exhaled and revealed a gentle smile, causing the woman to momentarily freeze, before she swiftly turned her head away.

Such allure almost made her, who had no interest in humans, lose her composure. Indeed, he was the man who had the power to move the God of Blood.

"Then I won’t disturb you any longer." The woman rose and left the estate hurriedly, concerned she might change her sexual orientation from prolonged contact with Michael and revert to being an ordinary woman.