After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 549 - 217 Death Is Not Unacceptable_2

"Then I’ll leave her in your care," Xi Mu nodded slightly before turning to leave the Alchemy Workshop.

The Alchemical Witch turned to look:

"Won’t you say goodbye to her?"

"I’ll be back at night," Xi Mu said over his shoulder with a wave of his hand and then vanished into a wisp of shadow.

There were not a few people in this world acquainted with him. Now that he had dealt with Letixia’s matters, he could free his hands to address other issues.

...

...

After the test was over.

The white-haired girl handed over a towel, allowing Letixia to wipe the sweat off her cheeks, and then she calmly presented her analysis to Letixia.

At that moment.

The Alchemical Witch approached, crouched down near Letixia, and then gently touched Letixia’s lower abdomen:

"Have you considered bearing the King of Ash’s child?"

Letixia: "..."

"If you could have the child of the King of Ash, it might allow for in-depth research into the essence of the King of Ash’s power," the Alchemical Witch said earnestly, "It’s for the salvation of the world."

"Bang." The white-haired girl, expressionless, gave the Alchemical Witch a knock on the head. What strange words was this woman saying?

"If you’re not willing, then forget it," the Alchemical Witch rubbed her head, not minding the offense from her daughter, and she stood up to gently laugh at Letixia:

"The man who was by your side has already left; maybe..." She stopped mid-sentence when she saw Letixia gently shake her head and smile at her.

"This world only has three years left. If I don’t take the time to say goodbye now, I might never get the chance."

She was well-aware of the current situation. If no one could overcome Ragnarok, then everyone would be burned to ash. And if someone did overcome Ragnarok, then it meant Ahtal might very likely... die.

Either outcome was very bad. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

So, in these mere three years, Letixia had no reason to stop Ahtal from seeking out people he knew and saying goodbye.

Of course, if there were no Ragnarok, her thoughts would differ, but now, without a doubt, she could accept Ahtal going to say goodbye to people he knew one by one.

And it wasn’t necessarily only farewells Ahtal was seeking. He might also be influencing the course of fate.

"It’s true, you humans have your playful ways," the Alchemical Witch nodded lightly, too lazy to care about these trivial matters. In this world, although there were fundamental moral values, for many nobles and royals, not to mention trivial things like infidelity, even more chaotic affairs such as incest might occur.

It was like priests who knew better than to lay hands on young boys, yet the acts were still exceedingly common.

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...

Lionheart Castle.

The Delusional Demon walked barefoot, yet miraculously, his soles gathered no dust, as if he were an angel walking among mortals, until a dwarf, drunk and swaying, collapsed before him, impeding his departure.

He squatted down and helped the dwarf to his feet.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"No," the dwarf replied, "It’s just that... life seems utterly meaningless."

"Meaningless?" The Delusional Demon helped the dwarf to a bench by the roadside to sit down, and seeing this, the dwarf smiled and took a hefty swig of his drink.

"I’ve spent my whole life learning the skill of forging, and then I find out the world might burn to ash in just three years."

He leaned against the chair, gazing at the vast blue sky.

"I don’t have the time to fulfill my dreams anymore."

The news that the world would burn to ashes in three years had spread everywhere, shedding light on why so many demons and witches were descending upon it: to combat the crisis of Ragnarok.

In the past, witches and demons came to this era to devise ways to defeat Ragnarok.

But no one knew if they had a chance of success.

If Ragnarok could not be defeated, then all the forging skills he had learned in his lifetime would be unutilized.

Under such circumstances, to live in a drunken stupor might seem more meaningful.

The Delusional Demon fell silent, watching the passers-by on the street and noticing that most of them wore an expression of pessimism, the air filled with restlessness and gloom.

It was an inevitable thing.

"Do you wish to realize your own value?" he suddenly asked the dwarf, his calm gaze tinged with compassion, "Even if it means death, you don’t mind?"

The dwarf fell silent for a moment and gazed at the azure sky, "Compared to letting my learning have no chance to be applied, I’d rather choose death."

The Delusional Demon nodded gently, then stretched out his palm, "Just by taking my hand, you can fulfill your wish, but the price is... death."

"Are you a demon?" the dwarf asked, seeing the white-haired man beside him nod lightly. He hesitated before extending his hand, grasping the other’s offered hand.

At that instant, his consciousness became hazy; the white-haired man beside him suddenly disappeared and with him, the gloomy atmosphere in the air.

All news about Ragnarok vanished.

The world still progressed as normal, the dwarf doubted whether he had just dreamed, then continued down his path in accordance with the role society had assigned to him until, a hundred years later, he died contentedly as a renowned dwarf master amidst praises.

Meanwhile.

Reality.

The sky grew dim.

The Delusional Demon withdrew his hand, and the dwarf beside him had already lost all signs of life, his body aged beyond recognition as if all that happened in the dream had manifested into reality.

"Such a curious ability," said the God of War, his hands in his pockets, walking out from the crowd with an interested glance at the Delusional Demon:

"Are you killing, or are you saving people?"

"I am both killing and saving," the Delusional Demon replied, and felt the presence of all the gods surrounding him:

"For the sake of a dwarf, even All Gods finally decide to work?"

"It’s not just about killing a dwarf that would cause us to act," the God of War’s gaze turned cold, "It’s just that the goddess of destiny has decreed that you could lead the world into destruction prematurely, so we need to clean you up."

The Delusional Demon was silent for a moment, then turned his head to look aside, only to see the Goddess of Plague and the Pestilence Witch emerge, clearly not planning to give him any chance to escape.

He said helplessly:

"Can you tell me how I would cause the world to enter destruction prematurely?"

"The Three Goddesses of Fate did not specify," the Goddess of Plague spoke softly, her slender fingers brushing her black hair behind her ear, glancing at Ahtal who was hidden beside her before her expression turned serious:

"But I think you should be clear about why you would lead the world into destruction."

The Delusional Demon stood up, facing the encircling gods and asked: "What kind of death is correct?"

The street suddenly became terrifyingly quiet.

The pedestrians who were present a moment ago vanished as if Lionheart Castle and its residents had been detached, and several deities who had been hidden now appeared.

They stood in different directions, blocking the Delusional Demon’s paths of escape, clearly intending to kill him.

"My judgment is voluntary acceptance of death," the Delusional Demon extended his hand, "If everyone voluntarily accepts death, then even if it’s only for an instant, it means they have completed the value of their lives."

"Death has never been the terrifying part, the horror lies in being unable to accept one’s own death, in being unable to complete the meaning of life bestowed upon oneself. If one can fulfill the purpose given to their life—"

"Then death is not necessarily unacceptable."

This guy is indeed dangerous.

The Goddess of Plague suddenly realized why the Three Goddesses of Fate had instructed them to deal with the Delusional Demon in advance. If they let the Delusional Demon continue his actions, it might not just cause one death but could lead to a large-scale loss of life.

It wasn’t the Delusional Demon’s abilities causing it, rather his ideology was very dangerous against the backdrop of Ragnarok.

"Only the strong have the right to realize their ideals," the God of War seemed not to take it in, suddenly throwing a punch.

"Boom!" The entire Lionheart Castle collapsed in an instant, the spreading shockwave reached nearby cities, and dust rose like a mushroom cloud.

However, such a terrifying act caused no loss of life; there were no residents in either Lionheart Castle or the nearby cities.

Mirror World.

Sometime unbeknownst to anyone, a deity had flipped the world, reflecting a Mirror World where no life existed.

The fist was lowered.

The God of War, looking at his bleeding knuckle, then at the Delusional Demon in the deep pit, found he had not been injured.

Someone had crucially acted to protect the Delusional Demon’s safety.