After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 553 - 219: It’s only right and proper for subordinates to serve, right?_2

Chapter 553: Chapter 219: It’s only right and proper for subordinates to serve, right?_2

"Who?" Shark Girl Kaschte materialized a serrated greatsword out of thin air, hefting it onto her shoulder, only to hear the Doll Girl reply:

"Anfis, the world’s foremost Fortune Teller."

"The world’s foremost Fortune Teller was clearly... that’s right, now Anfis is indeed the world’s foremost Fortune Teller." Shark Girl Kaschte started to object instinctively, but then remembered that Hecate had become the Destiny Witch, one who authors fate, thus, naturally, Anfis, who divined fate, had smoothly risen to become the number one Fortune Teller.

Sometimes fate is just so wondrous. Anfis, who had originally had no hope of becoming the world’s foremost Fortune Teller, had now miraculously become the first, not because her skills had improved, nor because the original number one had died.

It was purely because the original first Fortune Teller had stepped out of the realm of divining fate, thereby leading Anfis, who was second, to automatically become the foremost in divining fate.

"Then the mission is yours. I have no idea where Anfis is hiding." The Doll Girl’s body disappeared into the void.

Shark Girl Kaschte, unconcerned, turned to walk back toward the mansion, intending to report the information to Lord Ahetar—though this news was of little significance to Lord Ahetar himself.

...

...

Lionheart Castle.

Underground.

In contrast to the bustling surface,

the Lower City District was rather dirty, messy, and poor-looking, with small wooden huts built from broken wood everywhere, the air reeking with a rotting stench. The residents mainly had hollow expressions, their bodies gaunt, like so many walking corpses.

This was the sludge that bred beneath the glamour.

"Truly pitiful," a ghostly blue flame let out a mocking laugh, mocking everything in the Lower City District, while the man next to it strummed a lyre, saying:

"At least they’re still human. If they caught you, you wouldn’t even be that."

Ghostly blue flame: "..."

Lately, he had been hunted all over the world, unable to extricate himself from his terrible plight, and for no other reason than that he would become the weapon to kill the God of Omniscience in the future, the strongest weapon in the hands of the King of Ash.

These sick people, have they ever considered that it’s because the King of Ash himself is very strong that he can kill the God of Omniscience.

Not because he, as a weapon, is strong.

"Perhaps, we should just part ways," Anfis said earnestly, "you are just too much trouble. At this rate, we are both going to die."

The Splitting Demon replied coldly, "Wasn’t it you who found my Soul Body?"

"I was merely curious about what kind of being you are," Anfis explained calmly, "And now my curiosity has been sated."

"Don’t even think about it," the Splitting Demon hissed through clenched teeth, "Without you—"

Before he could finish, he fell abruptly silent.

Anfis, sensing something, turned to look to the side, just in time to see a Shark Girl wielding a serrated greatsword approaching from the end of the sewer.

She was a high-ranking figure from the Church of Death.

"Unnecessary fights are, well, unnecessary," Shark Girl Kaschte extended her hand, her tone chillingly cold, "Hand over the Splitting Demon’s Soul Body, and I’ll let you leave alive."

Her indifferent tone seemed to arrogantly decree whether Anfis lived or died, giving off an air of haughtiness.

But Anfis knew it was true.

"I have no intention of stopping you from taking the Splitting Demon’s Soul Body," he said, stepping back prudently, "but whether the Soul Body of the Splitting Demon is willing, that’s another matter."

Silence followed.

The Splitting Demon, now a blue flame, took on a human form, his gaze filled with killing intent as he stared at the Shark Girl not far away. Even as a Soul Body fragment, he was not something a mere Shark Girl could contend with.

However.

An unseen hand suddenly enveloped the Splitting Demon’s Soul Body, compressing it into a wisp of blue flame.

To an outsider, it appeared as though the Splitting Demon had given up struggling, turning into a ball of flame.

Who was it?

Anfis looked around, unable to sense anyone’s presence, yet certain that the Splitting Demon would not submit so meekly.

The fate of a captured soul was something the Splitting Demon understood better than anyone: to become a weapon in someone’s hands, never to have any freedom.

Death would be a kinder fate.

Xi Mu fiddled with the Splitting Demon’s soul in his hand before fixing his gaze on the bewildered Anfis.

This unlucky man was still embroiled in all sorts of affairs, and in the storyline of the game, he often died, with the manner of death varying based on the player’s choices.

"This is an era of Demons and Witches; you should just go retire in the countryside," he advised, and then left with Shark Girl Kaschte.

Anfis remained silent at his words, then let out a wry, helpless laugh. He was the world’s foremost Fortune Teller, but in this era, he seemed weak and pitiable. The rise of renowned heroes from past ages had stripped away much of his presence.

What was this world’s foremost Fortune Teller compared to Demons and Witches that captured everyone’s attention? Nowadays, it was difficult to garner public interest without being a Demon or a Witch.

That feeling was quite disheartening.

"The era belonging to humans has ended," he said as he plucked his harp, letting out a melancholic sigh. No matter how brilliant and dazzling a Hero was, they would seem dim and colorless in this era.

Unless one could become a Demon in this age.

But that was nearly impossible.

...

...

Meanwhile.

Elsewhere.

Bruil Street.

"We meet again, Splitting Demon," Xi Mu looked at the soul of the Splitting Demon struggling in his hand and said with a light chuckle:

"You’re as unlucky as ever."

"Shut up!" the Splitting Demon cursed, activating its power of splitting in an attempt to sever the hand that bound it, but that hand seemed like a world unto itself, ignoring all of its slashes.

"Who exactly are you?"

Xi Mu did not explain his identity but simply toyed with the soul in his hand and said to the Splitting Demon:

"There are two ways to forge you into a weapon. One is for a Forging Master to forge your soul and body into a weapon, and the other is to use a curse to change your form of life, thus transforming you into a Splitting Longsword."

Splitting Demon: "..."

"I plan to use the curse method to turn you into a weapon," Xi Mu’s voice was tinged with amusement, "Let’s go find Eden."

"Even if you turn me into a weapon, you won’t gain invincible power," the Splitting Demon said coldly, "And what makes you think the All-Knowing Saintess will help you?"

He had a good understanding of the All-Knowing Saintess’s character—she appeared very gentle, but in reality, she was extremely difficult to approach.

She wouldn’t randomly help someone forge themselves into a weapon. The fact that she had forged herself into a weapon before Time Retrospection was due to her close relationship with Ahtal.

...

...

The next day.

In a secluded mountain village outside.

A beautiful girl clad in a gray cloak squatted down, plucked a medicinal herb from the ground, and handed it to the little girl beside her.

"Sister Eden, is this world really going to be destroyed?" asked the little girl as she took the herb, hopefully looking at the omniscient Sister Eden. She had heard from outside the village about the impending destruction of the world.

However, due to the village’s isolation, she only had partial information and did not understand exactly what was happening.

"If you don’t eat well and sleep well," Eden said, stretching out her hand to gently ruffle the little girl’s hair, "then the world will be destroyed in a few days."

The little girl puffed her cheeks feeling that Sister Eden was brushing her off, but still obediently responded.

Then she saw Sister Eden suddenly frown and look warily toward a tree not far away, as if some dangerous creature was approaching, but she could not sense anyone’s presence at all.

However.

In Eden’s eyes, she saw a familiar person, even though he was using his power to hide his presence. With her strength, she could still clearly perceive him.

Xi Mu stood under the tree, his gaze shifting from wariness to surprise. He took out the soul of the Splitting Demon and said: 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Sorry, I seem to have broken the gift you gave me."