After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 548 - 217 Death Is Not Unacceptable

"Hmm, let’s start with a battle," the Alchemical Witch propped her chin with a finger, her gaze lingering on the girl beside her...no, calling her a copy would also be correct.

"Understood," the silver-haired girl sighed softly, took a few steps to Letixia’s side, and explained, "Mother wishes to assess your aptitude and use of the Sword of Light through combat to tailor a specific plan for you."

Letixia did not argue, her gaze fleetingly rested on Ahtal for a moment before she and the silver-haired girl left together, passing through a heavy metallic door.

The style here was heavily alchemic, with alchemical tools visible everywhere, giving the impression that modern technology was being forcibly interpreted as alchemy.

However, in reality, the Alchemical Witch’s use of alchemy was more akin to having a concept in her mind and then directly materializing it for use.

Theoretically, as long as there are no issues with the technique and materials, any alchemically materialized tool can be used.

"Just to let you know in advance," the Alchemical Witch suddenly turned around, hugged her slightly heaving chest, and said with a wary look:

"Although I can’t see you, don’t you dare take advantage of the opportunity to do anything to me, or I will blow up the Alchemy Workshop."

"As expected of the famous Alchemical Witch, you have even detected my presence," Xi Mu chuckled and approached the Alchemical Witch from behind, whispering softly into her translucent ear, "Don’t worry, I’m a bit more interested in your daughter."

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

The Alchemical Witch’s eyes widened slightly, she quickly turned toward the source of the voice, only to see a blurry figure beside her.

This man was likely the King of Ash, but it was not yet clear exactly what form he took, whether he was a will projected back in time through the Sword of Light or a fragment of the King of Ash himself.

It was also possible that someone was impersonating the King of Ash.

"Am I not more attractive as a mother?" the Alchemical Witch asked with one hand on her hip, annoyed as she eyed the blurry figure.

To this, Xi Mu laughed, "Your daughter has gone through more years, and her charm is something that you, who died young, cannot match."

The Alchemical Witch’s expression stiffened.

It seems that dying young is also a factor detracting from her charm. After becoming the Alchemical Witch, she knew that she didn’t have much time left, so she hurriedly created a split-off - that is, the silver-haired girl - hoping she would serve as her continuation.

At that time, she was not even two hundred years old, dying very young indeed.

"You know, comments like that do hurt," the Alchemical Witch muttered under her breath. She had also noticed that the personality of her split-off was completely different from hers; the girl was not only cool and composed but also extremely skilled at looking after others, giving off the impression that she had become more of a caretaker than a mother.

This development made her distinctly aware that the copy was, after all, not herself.

The tenderness hidden behind the cold exterior and her own liveliness masked by an intense coldness were not the same at all.

"The Alchemical Witch is not one to be easily hurt," Xi Mu suddenly complimented her, causing the Alchemical Witch to pause.

However, she didn’t feel pleased by the comment, as the intelligence she had gathered told her that before the time reversal, in the battle of burning the trees, the King of Ash had also madly slain any deity in sight while fervently praising those who went to their deaths.

So she mustn’t let the King of Ash get cocky with compliments.

"Shall we go watch Letixia’s battle?" the Alchemical Witch chose to change the subject and, while leading Ahtal to the training grounds, asked him, "Do you think it’s possible, by studying the power of the King of Ash, to create something that could smuggle its way onto the new world’s ark?"

"It’s impossible with the materials available in the current world," Xi Mu calmly replied, also keen to see what the Alchemical Witch was capable of.

The Alchemical Witch lifted her pale delicate hand and clenched it into a fist: "So, we need to create a material that goes beyond anything known in the current world, right?"

The most suitable material she could think of was the Philosopher’s Stone, creating some sort of ultimate substance by combining all elements in equal proportion, basically fulfilling the needs of Alchemy.

But that likely wouldn’t withstand the process of burning the world.

"If you can achieve that," Xi Mu said, and the Alchemical Witch laughed, hands on her hips, chest slightly thrust forward:

"Isn’t it the high difficulty of such tasks that makes them worth looking forward to?"

Xi Mu didn’t object but followed the Alchemical Witch to a window, looking down to see Letixia wielding the Sword of Light, fighting against an Alchemical Puppet.

From a normal person’s perspective, her performance was outstanding, not only in her ability to make immediate decisions but also in terms of her mental and technical skills.

However.

"Is this the extent of your talent?" the Alchemical Witch showed a look of disappointment, expecting Letixia to demonstrate astonishing abilities, but now she was only showing what would be considered good talent in the human world, which to a Witch meant almost the same as having no talent at all.

"It’s only challenging this way, isn’t it?" Xi Mu’s eyes settled on Letixia fighting in the training grounds, recalling when he first met her on his first cycle, initially thinking she was a traditional NPC princess character. Once her health was restored, however, the strength she displayed was stronger than the average player.

Though that was only for a short while.

"Then I’ll try my best," the Alchemical Witch raised her hand to rub her temples, knowing she had to be more careful with her next experiments, ensuring Letixia’s safety during experiments to avoid unnecessary crises.