After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 525 - 206: The Woman He Regrets_2

As the Goddess who governs all diseases in this world, she was keenly aware of changes in Lionheart Castle, where someone had spread a deadly disease.

And the only being capable of doing all this, unsurprisingly, was the Pestilence Witch.

"What sense does it make for her to do this?" the God of Beauty and Art expressed in puzzlement, "Is it to challenge your authority?"

"I can only go and ask her myself," the Goddess of Plague responded with a resigned smile, "I hope I won’t become the first divinity to die again."

The prophecy about the future had already been spoken by the Three Goddesses of Fate, and she knew she was the first deity to be killed by the Witch of Death, the Time Witch, marking the beginning of Ragnarok, leading up to the world being burned to ashes.

Although she did not care much about her own demise.

But she also did not particularly want to become the prelude to Ragnarok again.

Otherwise, it would seem too predestined.

"How about I go investigate?" the God of Beauty and Art grasped the Goddess of Plague’s wrist, winked playfully, and said, "There’s no need for the Goddess of Plague to take action herself against the Pestilence Witch."

Having said that, he disappeared on the spot.

In this era, there should be no existence that could pose a fatal threat to a deity. The Lord the King of Ash resided at the end of time, able to burn a god to ashes. The Witch of Death, who imparts the concept of death to deities, stayed in Hell, her plans unknown.

But she was probably not malicious towards All Gods.

So the crises threatening the gods had all disappeared. Even though she was not good at fighting, she was confident in her ability to protect herself.

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In the heart of Lionheart Castle.

Inside a mansion beside a lake.

In a spacious bathroom.

Gurgle.

Bubbles emerged from the bath, and soon a young girl’s upper body rose up, her milky white long hair cascading down, conveniently covering the bounteous fruit in front, while the warm water flowed along her skin and merged with the hot bathwater.

Sitting at the edge of the tub, the Monster Witch sized up Sleipnir’s overly mature figure and remarked:

"You’ve matured quite a bit."

When she first created the monsters, they were not initially in a mature and powerful state; contrarily, they retained enough potential for growth, allowing her created monsters to have ample room for improvement.

And now, Sleipnir no longer had her former childishness but had become an extremely mature female with great charm.

However, her personality remained relatively innocent.

"After all, so many years have passed," Sleipnir smiled lightly, proudly thrust her chest forward, and her full fruit jiggled like jelly.

Seeing this, the Monster Witch propped her cheek with one hand, as if casually inquiring, "So, do you have offspring?"

She scrutinized the mature Sleipnir as she asked.

"Not only have you become the consort of the King of Ash, but you also have an ambiguous relationship with that human called Xi Mu. It seems you’ve grown into a woman who is quite adept at using your charm."

Sleipnir: "..."

She was closely related to Ahtal; in the past hiding from people, sometimes secretly listening to human tales of heroes.

As for adept at using her charm... stop kidding. Most of the time, she maintained her monster form and hardly ever transformed into a human.

It was only recently that she had started to maintain her human form for extended periods.

"What’s wrong?" The Monster Witch, noticing Sleipnir suddenly falling silent, revealed a gentle smile, "It’s nothing to be ashamed of."

In fact, she was very aware that Sleipnir had no offspring; otherwise, Tifeng’s memories as the Lord of a Thousand Monsters would definitely include information about Sleipnir’s descendants. The absence of such information meant that Sleipnir had none.

But her knowledge of the information was limited to this extent; in the future, Sleipnir had chosen not to fuse into the thousands of monsters ruled by Tifeng, remaining the steed of the King of Ash from beginning to end.

This resulted in her inability to gain Sleipnir’s memories.

As for what kind of life the reclusive Sleipnir had experienced, she wasn’t well-informed, nor was she clear on how many romances she had.

But just a bit of bodily contact and verbal probing.

The situation would soon become clear.

"Monster Witch, didn’t you want to know about Ahtal?" Sleipnir chose to change the subject, as she did not wish to reveal that Xi Mu was Ahtal. It was not that she intended to keep it a secret.

However, it seemed Ahtal was not keen on revealing it, plus the Monster Witch was very domineering and possessed strong capabilities.

No one could have predicted what the Monster Witch would do.

"How did that man come to know you?" The Monster Witch stood up, her enchanting body shrouded in the hazy mist.

She moved behind Sleipnir, wrapping her arms around the neck of her own creation, pressing her entire body against his, sensing the state of Sleipnir’s body.

As expected, the reproductive function had never been utilized.

"...It was in the oak forest." Sleipnir’s brain whirred frantically, pondering how to embellish the story of his first encounter with Ahtal.

Otherwise, the Monster Witch, with her intelligence, would immediately know he’d been deceived by Ahtal into becoming a mount.

That would be utterly humiliating.

But the Monster Witch was patient, listening carefully to the little mare’s story while skillfully weeding out the ineffective information Sleipnir wanted to conceal, before concluding that Sleipnir had been duped by Ahtal and thought it was of his own volition.

A while later.

As Sleipnir related the stage where Ahtal was subduing the Human-faced Serpent, the air suddenly twisted, and the God of Beauty and Art walked out from the mist, glanced at the two in the bathhouse, and fell silent.

Perhaps she had run out of the room.

"Sorry, I seem to have run to the wrong place," the God of Beauty and Art said with an apologetic smile, even though she firmly sensed the aura of the Pestilence Witch right there—why then did she see the Monster Witch upon entering? This was very... ominous.

Even though the Monster Witch had no ability to kill gods, she could petrify them, turning them into immovable statues.

The Monster Witch’s gaze was cold, seemingly unsurprised; she had noticed the intrusion of the God of Beauty and Art before it occurred. However, since the God of Beauty and Art was also a female, the Monster Witch had not preemptively intervened.

"I’m sorry to interfere with your mother-daughter reunion," the God of Beauty and Art said as she backed away, her figure gradually blurring into the fog, trying to escape the bathhouse as soon as possible.

About the Master of Ashes, Tifeng, created by the Monster Witch, who would in the future ascend to the high heavens and wreak terrible havoc.

"Don’t be in a hurry to leave." The Monster Witch’s pupils glowed faintly as she activated Medusa’s Magic Eye, turning the God of Beauty and Art into a stone statue.

She had no fondness at all for the so-called gods—it was these gods who had killed her in the first place, and now one had intruded into her bathhouse.

So, there was no need for her to hold back.

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A while later.

In the living room.

Xi Mu put down his teacup, looked at the statue of the goddess on display, then glanced at the Monster Witch across from him and said:

"Are you still interested in the God of Beauty and Art?" He commented, "It’s truly lifelike, just like the real God of Beauty and Art."

The Monster Witch gazed at Xi Mu for a moment, then revealed a bewitching smile: "Do you like it? Then it’s yours."

"Then I’ll accept it." Xi Mu nodded gently, with no intention whatsoever of refusing, but Sleipnir next to him showed an expression as if he had something to say but hesitated.

After all, this was the real God of Beauty and Art.

"You can take it to your room to admire," the Monster Witch said with an increasingly enchanting smile, "You might get a surprise at night."

Xi Mu smiled and said, "Then I’ll take your advice."

What are these two doing?

The Pestilence Witch sipping tea quietly not far away glanced at the stone statue of the God of Beauty and Art. She was one hundred percent certain that Ahtal had recognized the true identity of the statue and also one hundred percent certain that it was the Monster Witch who had turned the God of Beauty and Art into stone.

And yet they both pretended not to know.

"Pestilence, can you help me move the statue to my room?" Xi Mu suddenly spoke up, giving an order to the Pestilence Witch.

The Pestilence Witch silently set her teacup down, then with a wave of her hand, she summoned a gale representing disease, whirling the statue away to Ahtal’s room. The entire process didn’t damage anything and seemed quite pleasant and effortless.

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As night deepened,

Silver moonlight streamed through the window onto the lifelike statue, giving off a sense of divinity, as if the statue contained a real goddess within.

But the goddess’s pose was a bit strange, as though she had encountered something and wanted to step back, her expression carrying a hint of apology.

And Xi Mu sat on the edge of the bed, fingers interlaced in front of his chest, elbows propped on his knees, waiting for someone to come—a regrettable woman, someone whom no method could save, whom no method could kill.