After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 570 - 228: The Gentleness Given to the Weak

"Desiring the right death?" Ashliya showed a hint of perplexity, unable to comprehend what the man in the white robe above was talking about. Death was the deepest fear in this world, who would yearn for it.

As if he had anticipated this, the Delusional Demon shifted his gaze to his side. Accompanied by a sudden distortion in the air, a mature woman appeared. Her deep blue eyes tenderly met the Delusional Demon’s, filled with enviable love.

"She is my wife, and also my delusion," the Delusional Demon stretched out his hand and caressed the woman’s cheek next to him, "She isn’t really existing, just a puppet manipulated by me."

"Henry, this is enough," the woman raised her hand to grasp the Delusional Demon’s, her smile tender yet guilt-ridden, "Even if it’s a delusion, it doesn’t matter, I will accompany you into the right death."

The nearby Density Demon turned his head away, feeling slightly unable to bear watching the Delusional Demon interact with his imagined wife.

With the Delusional Demon’s abilities and talents, he obviously wasn’t so lonely as to need to fantasize about having a wife. In fact, the Delusional Demon did have a wife who loved him dearly; however, she died very early, causing his mind to falter and imagine his wife still living beside him, though normally invisible to others.

Now, the Delusional Demon manifesting his wife was akin to revealing his scars to the world, facing innumerable mocks for imagining a wife who loved him; such a... pitiable creature.

He was well aware of the desire for survival in people’s hearts and knew they would not readily give up their desire to continue living.

"A wife born from delusion?" Ashliya’s gaze revealed a hint of confusion as she brushed a strand of her golden hair behind her ear, "Having become a demon, would you still lack a wife?"

Having become a demon, whatever beauty one desired was attainable, so why bother fantasizing about a wife who loved him.

Moreover, the woman he had fantasized about was not exceptionally beautiful. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Usually," Xi Mu provided an answer, "after becoming a demon, they cherish more the lover who grew up with them, even if that lover is weak and pitiful, rather than choosing someone who seems more outstanding."

After reaching the heights of being a demon, unless they are beings of the same level, demons see little difference in others, not giving special regard just because one is at the pinnacle of humanity, unless the person has the potential to become a demon, or is exceptionally brilliant and beautiful.

"Yes," Ashliya lowered her head, suddenly recalling the scene of Ahtal with her sister, and then understood why Ahtal chose to be with her sister. It was not because her sister’s charm was enough to bewitch the King of Ash, but purely because the King of Ash and her sister had endured hardships together.

This was the reason her sister gained the favor of the King of Ash.

If it had been her who had gone to meet the Goddess of Plague before the Time Retrospection, would fate have unfolded differently? Would the woman now standing beside the King of Ash be herself, possessing a noble status that scorns gods?

And at that moment,

"Someone might wonder why I would fantasize about a wife," the Delusional Demon withdrew his hand from caressing his wife’s cheek, as the manifested woman turned into a mist and disappeared on the spot.

"Because my true wife has passed away, and my longing for her gave birth to this delusional false self, fantasizing that my wife is still with me," he explained.

"My original life’s vision was to age alongside my children and wife, and then peacefully accept... death."

"This is the right death I can accept," a light yet warm voice spread across the world, defining what the right death was.

A very straightforward explanation, without much that was difficult to understand, aiming to allow everyone to properly grasp his ideology.

Not everyone in this world is intelligent, and educational levels vary, so the Delusional Demon had to use the simplest language to help everyone understand.

"Of course, this is just the right death that I can accept," the Delusional Demon’s smile was extremely gentle, revealing almost saintly compassion, "Everyone has a different right death they are willing to accept. Some wish to become world-renowned Forging Masters, others wish to become illustrious heroes, and some even want to burn the world to ashes. Everyone has a different vision in their heart, but all have something they wish to accomplish."

He extended his hand towards everyone.

"I can fulfill the vision in your hearts, allowing all of you to satisfy your wishes in delusions, and then welcome the right death," he declared.

"However, the price is that you achieve the right death in delusion, and in reality... you will also die," he added.

"What’s the difference from escapism?" An indifferent voice suddenly came, and then under everyone’s gaze, a bald, muscular man appeared, one arm wrapped around an effeminate man.

Upon seeing this, the Delusional Demon did not show an angry expression but looked towards the approaching God of War and said:

"This is escapism."

God of War: "..."

"Ragnarok has not arrived three years," the Delusional Demon explained, "For the strong, Ragnarok is a challenge, but for ordinary people, it’s an unstoppable disaster. Their lives will come to an abrupt end, possibly without ever having experienced love, or even leaving their village. This is truly unfair to them."