After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 584 - 234: Teacher and Teacher_2

Compared to the extraordinary figures throughout history, she seemed immature and ordinary, helpless in the face of the apocalypse.

"As long as one plan can succeed, this world can be saved." Yemengade comforted her gently, using her foot to nudge the crimson waves lapping at her feet.

Crystalline droplets danced through the air, reflecting an unfamiliar library and unfamiliar faces.

What had happened?

"Be careful." The Goddess of Salvation drew her holy sword, swiftly shielding Yemengade behind her. Her amber eyes scrutinized the strange library, surrounded by layer upon layer of bookshelves like the walls of a maze. From the ceiling hung a glowing full moon and swirling constellations.

But what stood out the most was the group of four women in the center of the library. Among them, three had white hair, representing the stages of a young girl, a maiden, and a mature woman.

The fourth was a black-haired mature woman in a sorceress’s robe, elegantly holding a steaming cup of red tea. Her aura was mysterious and intellectual, exuding an untouchable feeling of enigma.

"We mean no harm, little one," said the Future Goddess of Fate with a gentle smile.

Her gaze lingered on the Destiny Witch.

"Someone merely wishes to accompany you." 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"Accompany me?" The Goddess of Salvation’s defensive expression softened as she quickly identified their identities: the legendary Three Goddesses of Fate, and her mentor’s mentor, the Witch of Fate, Hecate.

"The person who intends to join you is the Destiny Witch, Hecate. She is your teacher’s teacher," the Future Goddess explained, resting her delicate hand against her chin. Observing the Goddess of Salvation, she noticed how unexpectedly mature this newly born deity appeared—or rather, not as naïve as expected.

It was clearly the result of proper training and education.

Judging by her demeanor and responses, it must have been the Goddess of Plague who guided her.

"Come, sit," Hecate said with a warm smile, beckoning the Goddess of Salvation over. She poured a cup of red tea and placed it on the seat beside her.

The Goddess of Salvation exchanged a glance with Yemengade before walking over to sit next to the Destiny Witch. She made an effort to maintain a proper posture and courteously thanked her.

As for Yemengade, she took a few steps back, retreating behind a bookshelf and concealing her presence.

She wasn’t planning to flee or prepare an ambush; she merely intended to make herself as inconspicuous as possible.

Avoiding the gaze of the Three Goddesses of Fate and the Destiny Witch.

The attention of the powerful can sometimes be deadly for the less strong—a casual topic might spell death for the weak.

Thus, avoiding their gaze was the most prudent course of action.

"There’s something I’ve been curious about," Hecate began, her voice calm as she met the Goddess of Salvation’s eyes. "You seem eager to return to your teacher’s side. Why is it that my disciple isn’t equally eager to return to me?"

The Goddess of Salvation opened her mouth but then fell silent.

She didn’t know how to answer. She desperately wanted to return to her teacher because her teacher’s side was the only place she could go—it was what she considered home.

But why her teacher wasn’t eager to return to Hecate... how could she possibly know?

After some thought, she replied, "I don’t know," refusing to speculate about her teacher’s thoughts.

"Then you should go meet the King of Ash," suggested the Future Goddess with a yawn. "I could use a good rest myself. Staying with Hecate and researching destiny all this time has been utterly exhausting."

After time was rewound, they had sequestered themselves with Hecate in the cracks of time for endless and tedious studies, hoping to find a satisfactory destiny.

Though they still hadn’t found one, they did discover traces of the King of Ash in this era.

"Shall we set off now?" The Goddess of Salvation proposed, only to feel a slight flick to her forehead. She couldn’t discern who had done it.

Among the four fate-controlling women present, all possessed near-omnipotent powers, far exceeding her own as a newborn deity.

"A Goddess of Salvation who clings to the King of Ash," the Future Goddess sighed. "Do you understand the purpose of your existence?"

The Goddess of Salvation remained silent for a moment before responding, "Deities are born from culture and belief. That doesn’t mean they must adhere to their divine roles. Otherwise, the God of Destruction should actively destroy the world."

The Future Goddess asked, "So, do you wish to save the world?"

Of course she wished to save the world.

The Goddess of Salvation could confirm her impulse to bring salvation, though she also understood that saving the world didn’t necessarily require killing her own teacher. Finding a method to create something from nothing—a perpetual engine—was the only way to save the world at its core.

"That man, your teacher, has he not told you how to achieve salvation?" The Future Goddess lightly shook her head. "He truly is an unqualified teacher."

The Goddess of Salvation instinctively retorted, "Of course Teacher has told me how to save the world."

The Future Goddess raised an eyebrow. "Oh? I don’t believe you."

Those three brief words carried tremendous weight, leaving the Goddess of Salvation’s cheeks puffed in indignation as she unwillingly recounted the salvation method her teacher had taught her.

When she finished,

the Future Goddess clapped her hands in genuine admiration. "As expected of the King of Ash. What an insightful approach—a method that truly addresses the crisis of Ragnarok at its roots."

Though the Goddess of Salvation only recounted the salvation method, the information contained within was immense. From it, the Future Goddess could discern the genesis of the simulated world as well as the true solution to Ragnarok.

Embedded within this wealth of critical information, she began to catch glimpses of Ahtal’s true intentions.

That man sought to escape the eternal cycle of calamities.

Such a vision was almost impossibly grand, its scale unfathomable.

Yet there was a nagging sense that perhaps, just perhaps, that man might pull it off.

Meanwhile,

behind the bookshelf, Yemengade raised her hand to cover her face. She hadn’t expected the Goddess of Salvation to so easily divulge such critical information. At the very least, she should have used it to negotiate for some benefit, like gaining the favor of the Three Goddesses of Fate.

"Still so... naïve," she muttered, resolving to speak with the Goddess of Salvation about this issue afterward.

Soon, the scenery abruptly changed.

The library disintegrated into wind-blown sand, revealing in the distance a city of gears and steam.

Yemengade lowered her hand and glanced at the Goddess of Salvation beside her. "This is the Iris Flower Kingdom."

"This is nothing like it," the Goddess of Salvation remarked. In her impression, the Iris Flower Kingdom was a quaint town surrounded by green hills and clear waters, inhabited by simple, honest residents.

But here stood endless skyscrapers, the residents replaced by Alchemical Puppets, with not a shred of green vegetation in sight.

"This couldn’t be helped," Yemengade said with a helpless shrug. "The world has been devastated by witches and demons. Finding even one pure human is now incredibly difficult."

In this world, apart from the new dreamwalkers entering, there were hardly any true humans left. They had long been transformed into bizarre beings—Alchemical Puppets, green-skinned monsters, or elemental entities.

In any case, they were no longer human.

And if one insisted on retaining their humanity, immense strength was required; otherwise, survival in this apocalyptic world was impossible.

"Salvation hasn’t succeeded yet, but the apocalypse has already arrived," the Goddess of Salvation said with a conflicted expression as she and Yemengade stepped toward the distant city. The time for her reunion with her teacher was drawing near.