After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 573 - 229 Actually There is Something to Do_2

Chapter 573: Chapter 229 Actually There is Something to Do_2

Before time retrospection, there always existed disasters; now demons and witches have been resurrected, gathering in a simulation reality where anything goes.

One needn’t think too hard to know it would be terrible.

"If you feel bad, you can try to commit suicide to exit," the Monster Witch said before she vanished, leaving no clue as to what she planned to do next.

Seeing this, the little mare transformed back to her original form and ran towards Lionheart Castle, intending to meet Lord Ahetar.

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Magic Kingdom.

In a tavern.

"Simulate a raid against the King of Ash?" Michael put down his glass and said with a slight smile to his sister across the table, "Perhaps we’ll have a chance to meet Ahetar."

Mist pursed her lips and gently shook her head, "That’s just a false Ahetar, he can’t truly—"

Before she could finish, the floor erupted in blood, and the form of the God of Blood appeared; his gaze was earnest as he looked at Michael but also showed caution.

The atmosphere suddenly grew tense.

Michael’s expression showed resignation as he looked at the appearing God of Blood, poured a glass of wine, and gently pushed it towards the edge of the table:

"God of Blood, what brings you here?"

"Don’t worry." The God of Blood picked up the glass from the table, maintaining a gentle smile as he looked at Michael, then glanced at Mist, who could draw her sword at any moment, before he downed the wine in the glass.

"I won’t lay a hand on you this time," he paused but assured them nevertheless.

After the Three Goddesses of Fate issued their prophecy about the future, he dared not harm Michael casually, lest he attract the attention of the King of Ash, which might lead to unpredictable danger, perhaps even being incinerated into ash by spontaneous flames.

Of course, he had thought the King of Ash wouldn’t descend recklessly, but who knows what strange methods the King of Ash might have, bringing some powerful beings suddenly into play to strike him dead.

"Then you shouldn’t have appeared," Mist spoke coldly, having no friendly feelings towards the God of Blood. If she got the chance to strike him, she wouldn’t hesitate.

"I just wanted to see Michael, is that not allowed?" The God of Blood sighed. He just wanted to pursue Michael and couldn’t quite comprehend why he would sometimes think of capturing Michael, locking him in a dark room and turning him into a cream puff.

Now he just wanted to approach Michael from the perspective of a pure suitor, without any overstepping.

"Absolutely not!" Mist’s gaze turned even colder, "Before the time retrospection, weren’t you thinking the same thing?"

"This time it’s different!" the God of Blood quickly retorted, "If I mess up, I might attract the gaze of the King of Ash—"

Before he could finish, cold sweat suddenly beaded on his forehead, and for a brief moment, the figure of someone amidst flames of ash, with eyes like red jade, flickered in the depths of his pupils.

His heart tensed up in an instant, feeling as if he could be incinerated into ash at any moment.

Micheal, noticing this, showed a puzzled expression. He was confused by the sudden cold sweat of the God of Blood but quickly realized that a higher being must have warned the God of Blood.

But who this higher being was couldn’t yet be determined; it could be the Destiny Witch or a deity from the high heavens.

"Back to the matter at hand," the God of Blood tightened his lips, awkwardly changing the subject, "If you want to simulate the King of Ash himself, you must have an in-depth understanding of the King of Ash, but if you understand the King of Ash that deeply, you should have also found a way to transcend Ragnarok."

Mist had come to realize.

"Exactly, just as you thought," the God of Blood speculated, "The simulated King of Ash might not be false."

Having said that, he turned around.

"If you can spend ten years in the simulation world, perhaps you could meet Ahetar." With those words, the body of the God of Blood collapsed into blood and disappeared into the crevices of the floor.

Initially, he indeed harbored a hopeful thought, if he could pursue Michael through normal means, even the King of Ash wouldn’t object—but now, just by approaching Michael, he had been glanced at by the King of Ash.

This was indeed too dangerous.

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Dragon Kingdom.

"Stop being so gloomy." The White Dragon King sighed as he looked at the white-haired Lolita lying on the bed, her head buried in the pillow. "That man, he is not one to be easily defeated."

The white-haired Lolita on the bed stirred slightly, then turned her head, revealing the delicate face buried beneath the pillow: "Father, it’s not that I worry about Ahetar being defeated, I just feel..."

At this, she fell silent for a moment.

"Ahetar, it seems he longs to be defeated, otherwise he would surely have a way to stop the All-Knowing Saintess’s plan."

The White Dragon King fell silent for a moment. He knew his daughter was very clever. She had figured out Ahetar’s mindset just from the words of the All-Knowing Saintess and felt... sadness.

"Let me tell you something good." He decided to divert the white-haired Lolita’s attention. "Your mother has come out of Hell, bringing your soul with her."

"Mother has come out of Hell?" The white-haired Lolita was momentarily stunned, and then quickly realized that it was probably the gods of Hell who had allowed her mother to leave and had released her soul as well.

"Go see her." The White Dragon King turned around, his back facing the white-haired Lolita as he spoke in a steady voice:

"Also, do not join tonight’s simulation to subdue the King of Ash. I’ve specifically consulted with the Corpse Witch and the Negation Demon. Their conclusion is that it’s very dangerous."

The white-haired Lolita sat up, slipped her delicate feet into her shoes, and expressed her understanding: "The simulated world has no limits and bears no consequences. The resurrected demons and witches will surely do everything they can to try to defeat the King of Ash."

"So avoid dreaming this time." The White Dragon King walked toward the door, brushing past a woman with silver long hair as if neither of them saw the other.

"Eveli, what are your plans now?" Ijelica handed a thorned iron cage to the white-haired Lolita and then, smoothing her skirt behind her, squatted down to look at her daughter, caressing her cheek. "Are you planning to go to the Church of Death, or are you planning to stay in the Dragon Kingdom?"

"Where do you plan to go, Mother?" the white-haired Lolita asked, as Ijelica pursed her lips with a light smile and chose not to answer the question.

But the white-haired Lolita had already gained her answer from this reaction. There is no need for two queens in the Dragon Kingdom. If her mother remained in the Dragon Kingdom, it would inevitably lead to a fierce power struggle.

"I will also go to the Church of Death." The white-haired Lolita gave her answer, wanting to spend more time with her mother.

"The Church of Death should have information about Ahetar." Ijelica stood up, holding her daughter’s delicate hand. "They are the force most closely connected with Ahetar."

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Lionheart Castle.

Lakefront Mansion.

"Kaschte, why do you always stay in Lionheart Castle?" The doll-like girl looked skeptical. "And you change clothes quite often, don’t you?"

"Is that a problem?" Shark Girl Kaschte flipped her hair with her hand, casually explaining:

"This is just to get closer to the Goddess of Plague."

"Is that so?" The doll-like girl did not press further but shifted the conversation, "The Avatar Witch wants to talk with us. You go and negotiate with the Avatar Witch."

"Why don’t you go yourself?" Shark Girl Kaschte showed a conflicted expression, knowing Lord Ahetar’s habits, he would likely come seeking her tonight.

At this, the doll-like girl showed a smile: "You have nothing else to do tonight, right?"

Shark Girl Kaschte: "..."

In fact, she had something very important to do tonight, but she found it difficult to explain to the doll-like girl.