After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 529 - 208: The Strongest Name

Noon.

The final duel unfolded.

It was a battle between an elf and an orc, both wielding heavy greatswords, exchanging tentative strikes, each seeking an opportunity for a lethal blow.

Watching this scene, the Goddess of Plague suddenly turned to Ahtal beside her and asked, "Ahtal, do you like duels?"

"Why would you think that?" Xi Mu withdrew from watching the battle, and then heard the Goddess of Plague explain: 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"In the story that belongs to you, duels have always been a constant element, whether before becoming a demon or after, even your fight with the God of Omniscience was in the form of a duel."

Regarding Ahtal’s deeds, the goddess of destiny’s narrative was filled with elements of duels, from his rise on the dueling field to the end of his duel with the God of Omniscience.

It was hence hard not to suspect whether Ahtal actually enjoyed dueling.

"It doesn’t matter if it’s not a duel," Xi Mu chuckled lightly, "I just tend to favor combat, even if it’s not in the form of a duel."

"Favor combat?" the Goddess of Plague pondered, then looking at the man with the power to burn the world to ask, "As the strongest, can you still find joy in battle now?"

Though she was not adept at combat, she knew the prerequisite for a fight was the threat posed by the opponent.

And merely crushing an ant did not fulfill the element of battle.

Now apart from the God of Omniscience and the Witch of Death of that caliber, there was simply no one who could meet Ahtal’s conditions for battle.

"Isn’t there a bunch of people trying to defeat me?" Xi Mu looked toward the fight in the dueling arena, "I can still look forward to seeing what they can do."

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

The Goddess of Plague took out a biscuit from the bag on her lap and brought it close to Ahtal, revealing a gentle smile:

"Before that, we can still try other things, like gourmet food."

"..."

Xi Mu looked at the biscuit brought to his mouth, then consciously opened his mouth.

But the Goddess of Plague froze at this response, as she did not expect Ahtal to react this way; she thought he would take the biscuit from her hand.

With things as they were, she had no choice but to feed it to him.

"For the next while, it would be a good idea for you not to wander off," while chewing on the biscuit, Xi Mu’s gaze fell on the battle in the center of the dueling arena, as if speaking casually, "otherwise, you might encounter danger."

The Goddess of Plague gaze deeply at the natural demeanor of Ahtal, then lowered her head to look at her fingers, giving up the dilemma of feeding him.

She followed through on the topic Ahtal had brought up.

"Why would I encounter danger?"

"That’s a long story," Xi Mu swallowed the biscuit, and then opened his mouth towards the Goddess of Plague.

The implication was clear.

The Goddess of Plague hesitated for a moment but chose to feed the biscuit into Ahtal’s mouth. This man was the King of Ash, and if he were displeased, the whole world could be at risk, so feeding him the biscuit was inconsequential.

"Whether it’s a witch or a demon, they all greatly despise gods," Xi Mu explained while eating the biscuit:

"And you are a god who is loathed by many witches and demons."

"Who makes me frequently bring down plagues?" The Goddess of Plague seemed unsurprised, her smile unexpectedly serene, "It inevitably harms many people, so it’s normal for them to want to kill me."

As for her being hated by witches and demons, wanting to be killed was not surprising to her, in fact, it felt like a given after knowing she was one of the first gods to die, a god who brings down plagues.

In some sense, she represented the severity of the All Gods, letting living beings know the divine power was not to be trifled with, so killing her was also a challenge to the All Gods.

"The person trying to kill you this time is still a witch," Xi Mu said with an amused smile, "Without surprise, you are about to become the first god to die again."

The Goddess of Plague showed a resigned smile: "Who wants to kill me?"

There were few beings in this world that could kill a god, for gods themselves did not have the concept of death, so it was basically impossible for them to be slain— at most, they could be sealed.

Unless the Witch of Death became hostile to the All Gods again, or the King of Ash at the end of time decided to burn the world.

Theoretically, she faced no threat of death.

Xi Mu offered no explanation but glanced at the Goddess of Plague, their unspoken communication reaching a subtle understanding.

The Goddess of Plague hesitated momentarily, took another biscuit from the bag, and fed it to Ahtal.

"It’s the Avatar Witch," Xi Mu began explaining after eating, "She’s now hiding in Lionheart Castle, looking for an opportunity to kill you."

The Goddess of Plague voiced her confusion: "Can she also endow a god with the concept of death?"

Xi Mu didn’t explain, and seeing this, the Goddess of Plague fed another biscuit to Ahtal.

Were these two here for a date or to watch the duel?

A muscular man not far off looked at the interaction between the two, his face showing a speechless expression. This was, after all, a dueling arena steeped in bloodshed.

Wouldn’t it be better to go somewhere else for feeding?

But one thing had to be admitted, being fed by such a beautiful woman was indeed something to be envied.

"Of course, she can’t endow the concept of death," Xi Mu said, explaining the reason, "but she can achieve an indirect death."

The Goddess of Plague nodded slightly, taking a biscuit and feeding it to Ahtal while gesturing with her eyes for him to continue.

"The ability of the Avatar Witch is not only to create avatars," Xi Mu’s gaze rested on the pretty face of the Goddess of Plague, "She can also turn others into avatars. By consuming someone, she can assume all of the victim’s existence."