After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 551 - 218 The Purpose of Life Drained_2

But the Delusional Demon responded,

"Then let’s link their delusions together, granting them the opportunity to truly interact with each other. A father playing his part can watch his daughter grow up and get married, secure a happy life for himself, and then die on the same day as his wife."

The Goddess of Plague shook her head, "If it’s about touching real opportunities, the wife and daughter may not necessarily live according to the father’s wishes."

"But the father still has ample time to ponder the meaning of his life," the Delusional Demon smiled, "He will eventually find the end point of the meaning of his life. If he can never find it, then he has also lived the life he was meant to live."

The God of War laughed aloud, "There will always be people in this world who do not wish to dwell in delusions. What will you do about them?"

The Delusional Demon answered immediately, "I’m talking about helping the weak. Their life’s purpose never included the option to overcome Ragnarok. I just want to enable them to have a normal life that they should have before Ragnarok arrives."

He lowered his raised hands.

"To love, to marry, to fulfill their wish to become a painter, a musician, and then to accept their own death in old age."

"As for those who are unwilling to accept it, I will fully respect their choice because they are the strong ones who can face the harsh reality. But those I want to help are never the strong ones."

"I want to be the friend of the weak, giving them one opportunity to complete the purpose of their lives."

That was his innermost thought. Since it was highly probable that none could overcome Ragnarok, the only thing he could do was to grant everyone the opportunity to fulfill their life’s purpose.

And if everyone achieved their life’s purpose and stepped into the correct death through their delusions, then even if the King of Ash burned the world to ashes, it would only be the burning of an... empty shell called the world.

For everyone had met the purpose of their lives, the world itself did not need to carry any meaning.

"I actually think it’s quite good," the Pestilence Witch suddenly scratched her cheek, "Living is all about seeking the realization of one’s self-worth or having a strong obsession with something or someone. As long as one can realize it, there isn’t much difference between reality and delusions. The means to achieve one’s life’s purpose don’t necessarily depend on... reality."

The Goddess of Plague showed a troubled expression.

Seeing this, the Delusional Demon continued to persuade, "Those strong ones who want to face Ragnarok in reality, I have no power to stop them. They can still use their abilities to find ways to overcome Ragnarok. I just want to give ordinary people, who are worthless to demons and witches, one chance to realize the value of their lives."

"You truly have an excess of kindness." The God of War suddenly lost his fighting spirit. He realized the essence of the Delusional Demon, a person close to a saint, who wanted to save the world in his own way.

If the world was going to be reduced to ashes by Ragnarok, countless people dying in agony and despair, then it would be better to use one’s power to satisfy everyone’s pursuit of life in delusions, allowing them to step into... death contentedly.

Under such a premise, the arrival of Ragnarok would be nothing more than burning a world that had nothing left, because everyone had fulfilled their life’s purpose, and the King of Ash could only burn the empty shell of the world.

In a way, the Delusional Demon had defeated the King of Ash because he had prematurely exhausted the world’s vitality.

"This is just a way devised by the powerless to escape Ragnarok." The Delusional Demon bowed his head, calmly admitting his method wasn’t very good. If the world had more time, he would patiently wait for others to present reliable opportunities.

But now there were only three years left.

The God of War gazed deeply at the Delusional Demon, then chose to turn around and leave. Seeing this, the Goddess of Plague let out a light sigh and then disappeared into a wisp of black mist, refraining from taking any further action against the Delusional Demon.

The tension that was about to erupt dissipated instantly.

"Though it sounds pretty good," the Avatar Witch, with her hands behind her back, sized up the smiling Delusional Demon and posed a question,

"But can you really satisfy the life’s purpose of everyone in a world?"

The Delusional Demon answered at once, "I cannot."

The Avatar Witch curled her lip, as expected, just as she had thought; this guy did not have the ability to grant delusions to everyone simultaneously, nor could he ensure that there would be no deviations in the process, it was very likely that problems would arise.

"Then how can you guarantee that you won’t leave some people behind during the execution, or that you can enable some people to achieve their life’s purpose?"

"That’s why I need your help." The Delusional Demon revealed a sincerely pleading smile, "With your help, we can certainly achieve it."

"I’m not interested in such a thing," the Avatar Witch turned away, her voice tinged with a hint of disdain, "I have no intention of obediently waiting for death."

With those words, she vanished on the spot.

Helping the Delusional Demon fulfill everyone’s wishes, advancing their deaths, would thus drain the meaning stored within the world.

Such an act had no meaning for her.

The Delusional Demon turned his expectant gaze towards the Density Demon, only to see the dark-skinned demon shrug his shoulders before spreading his hands and saying,

"I have no interest in aiding so-called weaklings, not to mention it’s impossible to conclusively determine whether this act is good or bad."

He questioned the Delusional Demon.

"Is this behavior any different from murder?"

The Delusional Demon didn’t answer.

In his heart, he knew the answer was yes, it was murder, but he would still carry it out because he couldn’t bear to watch the weak die in despair three years later, when they hadn’t exhausted all their time pursuing everything they desired.

So even if he knew it was murder, he would continue, but if anyone chose to refuse, he would be very... pleased.

"I’ll stay by your side for a while," the Density Demon heaved a complex sigh, "Someone like you is too easy to kill."

The Delusional Demon smiled, "Perhaps being killed isn’t such a bad thing."

"Don’t say that, I’m quite curious as to how far you can go," Xi Mu appeared beside the Delusional Demon.

His figure half emerged.

"You are currently the only one with a relatively viable plan, and if the King of Ash burns the world to nothing but a shell, then in a sense, you are the man who defeated the King of Ash, even stronger than the God of Omniscience."

"It’s nothing more than trying to find a way to escape because I am powerless against the King of Ash," the Delusional Demon shook his head, then with a questioning look, asked, "May I ask how should I address you?"

Xi Mu said seriously, "Extraterritorial Demon."

"Although your abilities to hide are quite similar, you are not the same person," the Density Demon shook his head; he had seen firsthand what an extraterritorial demon looked like, so he was sure this person was not one.

"Call me Existence Demon if you like," Xi Mu made up casually, and neither the Density Demon nor the Delusional Demon minded, as they could tell this strange individual was hiding his identity and didn’t intend to expose real information.

"Existence Demon, are you interested in my plan?" the Delusional Demon extended an invitation, desperately needing talented individuals to help execute his plan.

"Slightly interested," Xi Mu admitted candidly, "I can tell you how to complete your plan, but you also need to do something for me."

He was in the process of attempting to design a new world model and needed others to conduct simulation tests, so he was also willing to help push the Delusional Demon’s plan forward.

"This doesn’t sound like something simple," the Delusional Demon showed a troubled expression but nonetheless agreed, "If it’s within reason, I can."

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Lakefront Mansion.

Xi Mu stepped into the living room and saw the Goddess of Plague supporting her chin with one hand, showing no reaction to his arrival... well, not exactly no reaction.

She deliberately turned her head away from him.

"Isn’t the Delusional Demon’s plan quite interesting?" Xi Mu had no sense of boundaries, sitting right next to the Goddess of Plague and then picking up a biscuit from the table, bringing it to her lips.

The Goddess of Plague turned her head away, but the biscuit followed persistently until she had no choice but to bite into it. With the bite, the pent-up annoyance inside her leaked away, and the deliberate distance she tried to maintain disappeared as well.

"The Delusional Demon promised not to coerce, didn’t he?" Xi Mu chuckled lightly, continuing to offer biscuits to the Goddess of Plague’s lips as if feeding a hamster.

"This is much gentler and kinder than most deities."