After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 578 - 231: Mechanical Mothers Can’t Get Pregnant_2

Chapter 578: Chapter 231: Mechanical Mothers Can’t Get Pregnant_2

"At the level of the Witch of Death, hairstyle is no longer something to worry about," the Alchemical Witch explained. "As for me, a witch who dabbles in alchemy, I naturally don’t need to care about hairstyles either—as long as I like it."

She placed her hands on Letixia’s shoulders.

"But keeping long hair does indeed hinder progress."

This was a lie.

In truth, Letixia’s rate of progress had not slowed down. Whether her progress slowed or sped up was just something the Alchemical Witch said on a whim. After all, Letixia herself didn’t fully understand such metrics. As long as the witch asserted that keeping long hair would slow down her progress, it would effectively motivate Letixia to train harder and advance. She didn’t mind telling a little white lie.

"I feel like I’ve completely adapted to fighting with long hair," Letixia murmured softly. "Even if there’s an effect, it’s negligible."

"But there is an effect, isn’t there?" The Alchemical Witch shook her head gently, then immediately shifted the topic. "Lord King of Ash, aren’t you planning to bless your beloved?"

She voiced her true thoughts.

"In this simulated world, blessings from witches and demons to mortals have become quite frequent, even to the point of becoming core components of their growth trajectory. For the King of Ash to bless his beloved, surely that wouldn’t be an issue, right?"

Xi Mu pondered for a while and then nodded, saying, "Tonight, I will bless her."

"Why not now?" The Alchemical Witch seemed a bit disappointed, only to see Ahtal cast a subtle glance her way:

"Matters like this are, of course, better discussed in privacy. It’s inappropriate with others around."

The Alchemical Witch puffed out her cheeks, feigning discontent. "I’ve been wholeheartedly nurturing Letixia’s growth all along. The alchemical materials I’ve invested in her are enough to buy several nations. There isn’t a better teacher in this world than me."

"But can’t you just create alchemical materials directly?" Xi Mu asked with a puzzled expression. To this, the Alchemical Witch placed her hands on her hips:

"The value of created things is still anchored."

"Well, since you’ve been so dedicated," Xi Mu smirked, "why don’t you come to my room tonight? I’ll bless you as well."

The Alchemical Witch fell silent.

Going to Ahtal’s room tonight felt... a bit dangerous. Though it was likely unnecessary worry, as Ahtal’s focus tonight would certainly be entirely on the long-haired version of Letixia. He wouldn’t spare undue attention for her.

"A blessing would be meaningless to me," the Alchemical Witch turned away. "Tonight, I’ll have my daughter go to your room to receive the blessing."

If she couldn’t go herself, she would send her daughter, who had a closer relationship with Ahtal, instead. At least this way, they could get to know each other before the time reversal. Moreover, her daughter was so adorable that Ahtal likely wouldn’t bear to bully her.

"Cowardly?" Xi Mu suddenly asked.

The Alchemical Witch turned back and met Ahtal’s gaze, then, with an air of righteous defiance, declared, "Yes, I’ve chickened out."

The atmosphere suddenly froze into silence.

Letixia stifled a quiet laugh, raising a hand to her forehead. By now, she had more or less grown accustomed to the Alchemical Witch’s quirky behavior. Her way of thinking was sometimes baffling, and she often nudged Letixia toward ideas like bearing the King of Ash’s child for research purposes. Yet, the witch had never forced her into anything.

In fact, the Alchemical Witch rarely coerced anyone. As long as you could resist her honeyed words, she would quickly shift her focus elsewhere. According to the Alchemical Witch, attention was an incredibly precious resource. To waste it on something meaningless, let alone something unpleasurable, would be utterly foolish. That would disqualify one from being a competent alchemist.

This was why many people regarded the Alchemical Witch as cold and indifferent. Toward things that didn’t interest her, the witch couldn’t even muster enough enthusiasm for a single conversation—unless, of course, you managed to catch her attention.

"Fine, have your daughter come to my room tonight," Xi Mu reluctantly nodded. "I’ll fill her with blessings."

"I refuse!" A cold, indifferent voice interjected. A white-haired girl walked in, her expression blank. She shot a glare at the Alchemical Witch before turning her gaze to Ahtal.

"Please don’t take an interest in the Alchemical Puppet. I lack that functionality."

"That’s odd—she’s a perfect replica of me," the Alchemical Witch commented, her face puzzled. The white-haired girl she had created was her carbon copy, with all the requisite functionalities. The notion that automaton girls couldn’t get pregnant didn’t apply in this case.

The white-haired girl cast a cold glance at her creator, then nonchalantly lied: "I’ve already modified myself. That functionality no longer exists."

With that, she watched as her creator came closer, her hands roaming over her, inspecting her body to confirm if she had indeed been modified.

"Don’t get so close to me." The white-haired girl frowned in distaste, pushing the Alchemical Witch away to stop her probing hands. At the same time, she calmly asked Ahtal: "I’ve prepared the appropriate accommodation for you all. Would you like me to take you there now?"

"There’s no rush," Xi Mu replied with an amused smile, his attention lingering on the scene of the Alchemical Witch trying to examine the white-haired girl.

Then—

"Smack." The white-haired girl nonchalantly retracted her hand, leaving the Alchemical Witch clutching her forehead with a pitiable look.

"Follow me," the white-haired girl sighed wearily. Though she was initially ecstatic about the Alchemical Witch’s resurrection, she soon realized that living alongside her creator was extraordinarily taxing. The fabled Alchemical Witch turned out to be a very troublesome woman—willful and prone to spawning headache-inducing ideas.

"Quite the intriguing reaction," the Alchemical Witch remarked with a chuckle, watching everyone leave. She found her copy’s show of emotions fascinating, no matter whether it was anger or affection. Seeing her own reflection in her duplicate, it was as if this replica embodied a side of her—perhaps the ’normal’ side. If it were up to her, she wouldn’t blush or retaliate over someone groping her. She’d be more likely to turn the offender into a specimen.

...

Meanwhile—

Elsewhere—

"Sorry to have embarrassed you," the white-haired girl apologized to Ahtal as she adjusted her disheveled clothes and hair. "Mother... is usually a very... proper person." Her voice trailed off, tinged with doubt, as even she realized the claim sounded unconvincing.

"She’s not a bad person, at least," Letixia chimed in defensively, though her voice also grew faint as she, too, faltered under the weight of understanding the Alchemical Witch’s peculiarities.

"As long as she’s willing to seek ways to transcend Ragnarok, she’s a decent person," Xi Mu stated evenly. He bore no particular ill will toward the Alchemical Witch—at his current level, few things could provoke such feelings in him.

"In this simulated world, we can only study theoretical knowledge," the white-haired girl explained in an icy tone. "This isn’t reality. It’s impossible to study materials that don’t exist in the real world. We’re limited to researching based on the information already available."

After a moment’s thought, she turned to Ahtal with curiosity: "Additionally, according to our research, this simulated world contains deviations. The beings within it often... dream. And their dreams frequently involve an alternate version of themselves, experiencing futures starkly different from their own."

Xi Mu rubbed his chin, analyzing aloud: "It seems the All-Knowing Saintess has hidden some very important information."

"You don’t know the truth, either?" the white-haired girl asked suspiciously, though she didn’t press the issue further. Leading them to a door labeled ’02,’ she walked toward it without hesitation. As she approached, the door opened automatically just before she collided with it.

"This room can accommodate more than five occupants. Should you need anything, you may seek help from the Alchemy Maids stationed here. They’ll meet your every need." She gestured toward the silver-skinned Alchemy Maids stationed around the spacious living room.

Then she added, "Of course, if they can’t handle something, you can call for me."