After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 559 - 222: Creating Deities_2

Essentially, the residents of the Lower City District had this need.

Had it not been for the crisis of Ragnarok, perhaps not many would have developed a fervent belief in his birth.

For the residents of the Lower City District, even if they suffered in this life, there was still the next life where they might be fortunate.

However, under the premise that Ragnarok was imminent,

the next life was basically non-existent.

That’s why the residents of the Lower City District easily accepted his ideals, thinking of satisfying themselves before death.

"But such dissemination is too slow," Xi Mu said with a smile to the Delusional Demon, "With the pace at which you spread ideas, even by the arrival of Ragnarok, there’s no way for everyone to enter the correct death."

The Delusional Demon fell silent, looking at the man opposite who called himself the Existence Demon and felt that the other party intended to entice him into doing something unfavorable.

"What do you expect me to do then?"

"This slow propagation of ideals, and having to design a mass ritual that indulges everyone in delusions, is really a waste of time and energy," Xi Mu conjured a bottle of red wine and two glass cups out of thin air.

After filling two wine glasses,

"You need to find someone to help you spread the ideas at the fastest pace and then design a stable ritual," he pushed one glass of red wine in front of the Delusional Demon.

"I have a way to expedite your success."

The Delusional Demon picked up the wine glass, looked at the rose petal-like liquid swirling inside, shook it gently, and said:

"If it means forcing everyone, then I refuse."

"No, it’s about having a conversation with everyone," Xi Mu smiled, facing the slightly apprehensive gaze of the Delusional Demon, "I truly intend to help you realize your plan."

Delusional Demon: "..."

Although he was unsure of the other’s intentions, he could sense danger yet was willing to listen further.

"This is the village where the All-Knowing Saintess resides," Xi Mu pulled out a map and placed it before the Delusional Demon, "With the All-Knowing Saintess’s omnipresent scale and power, just by her volitional assistance in realizing your ideal, you can easily fulfill the conditions needed for the ritual and communicate with everyone in the world."

He stood up and walked toward the exit of the tavern.

"Instead of dragging until the end of the world, you might consider harnessing the power of the All-Knowing Saintess to spread your ideals fastest."

After listening, the Delusional Demon gazed at Ahtal’s departing silhouette: "Is the All-Knowing Saintess the one manipulating everything behind the scenes?"

Xi Mu vanished into a phantom on the spot.

Seeing this, the Delusional Demon also withdrew his gaze, his eyes landing on the map on the table, falling into indecision. Although he did not know the other’s exact plans, there was indeed viability in them. Trying to spread the ideas by himself was indeed too slow, and it was very likely he wouldn’t achieve his goal before Ragnarok arrived.

"Density Demon, what do you think?" he asked as if talking to himself, and then suddenly the air condensed, and a dark-skinned, muscular man appeared.

Density Demon.

With the ability to freely control density, he could dilute his own density to merge with any environment.

This was not at all on the same level as leveraging his power like Heracles, it was truly the manifestation of density power to its extremes.

"It doesn’t feel very trustworthy," the Density Demon candidly expressed his thoughts, "That self-proclaimed Existence Demon is too mysterious and his motives too overt, not even taking the time to gain our trust."

"Perhaps he doesn’t want our trust at all," the Delusional Demon analyzed, "He’s simply presenting you with a very tempting offer."

Density Demon pondered: "If the person behind it all is the All-Knowing Saintess, then you really have no choice, with the All-Knowing Saintess’s capabilities, she can fully curse you into a weapon and forcefully drive your abilities to complete the plan."

As for how strong the All-Knowing Saintess truly was, he had never actually confronted her, but someone who could pervade all places and easily turn the Splitting Demon into a cursed weapon,

undoubtedly possessed overwhelming power.

"However, the All-Knowing Saintess has always shown a relatively gentle attitude, even when she collects the soul of the Splitting Demon, she leaves a compensation of corresponding value; if she truly wishes to use you for something, perhaps it’s not too hard to accept," the Density Demon concluded, "If the person behind it is someone like the All-Knowning Saintess, I think it’s worth attempting cooperation."

The Delusional Demon subconsciously said: "What if it’s not the All-Knowing Saintess?"

"Who can force the All-Knowing Saintess?" the Density Demon countered, making the Delusional Demon pause briefly before he revealed a relieved smile.

"Then let’s meet the All-Knowing Saintess."

The situation was so urgent that meeting the All-Knowing Saintess might have been a turning point, as long as he could gain the support of the All-Knowing Saintess, even the All Gods would find it difficult to restrict his information and suppress him.

It wouldn’t take long to spread his idea across the world.

As for spreading his idea across the world, if some people disagreed, he would actually be pleased, but only if he had managed to spread the idea to everyone.

It was a choice.

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Hell.

"Savior placenta?" the Goddess of Death suddenly stopped working, a hint of confusion in her gaze as she sensed that a brand-new divine placenta was beginning to be born in hell, indicating the birth of a new god.

With that thought.

The Goddess of Death relayed the information to the high heavens, instructing the All Gods to search for the newly born God of Salvation, then refocused on her tasks.

As for the birth of the so-called God of Salvation, she wasn’t particularly interested. There were many gods with high-grade conceptual powers, but that did not mean their own strength was necessarily very strong, such as the God of Destruction... Goddess of Cycle, etc., who possessed high-grade abilities, yet their displayed strength was not very potent.

Even if the God of Salvation was truly exceptionally talented, possessing an incomparably rapid growth rate, this world had less than three years left before it would burn to ashes.

The God of Salvation simply had no time to grow.

Take Ahtal for example, as the King of Ash, but he still had not managed to bring his "power" to an omnipotent level.

And the talents of the God of Salvation could not possibly surpass Ahtal by several fold.

So the outcome had been predetermined from the beginning.

The god born in the name of salvation simply could not save the world and could only bear expectations that were fundamentally unachievable.

"An untimely born... god," the Goddess of Death murmured as she worked.

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What should the birth of a god look like.

Born from civilization as a placenta, emerging from civilization, while the current world was too vast, unless one could pinpoint every inch of land, it was impossible to determine where a god might be born.

It might be born from bamboo.

It might be born from a stone,

It might be born from a breeze.

It might be born from flames.

This pattern was largely unpredictable, to say who could precisely locate where a god would be born, perhaps only the All-Knowing Saintess, who pervaded everywhere, would know.

At that moment.

A rather dazzling ray of sunlight shone on a rock atop the cliff, and a girl in a white dress, holding a golden Holy Sword and a shield, lay on the broad stone, her gaze hollow as she looked out at the world.

Until a man peeked over and made eye contact with her.

As their gazes converged into one line, eyes that were originally hollow sparked with curiosity and confusion.

"Sunbathing?" the man asked the girl.

The girl did not answer, merely gazing blankly at the man as if pondering how to respond, born with knowledge, understanding the significance of her own birth.

But being born with knowledge did not include overly complicated information; at least she did not yet know how to communicate properly.

After all, she was a newborn of less than a minute.

"Let’s get up first," the man said with a gentle yet helpless smile, then extended his hand to the girl, "A lady should not be lying idly on a rock."