After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 587 - 235: Is There a Blessing in the Belly?_3

Chapter 587: Chapter 235: Is There a Blessing in the Belly?_3

Destiny Witch Hecate gently stroked her apprentice’s head and asked, "Do you mean the burning world?"

Xi Mu did not reply.

Seeing this, Hecate’s hand paused slightly, but then she resumed her natural movements, speaking softly, "When master finds the correct fate, you can do whatever you wish at that time."

"Perhaps the only way for master to find the correct fate is to venture beyond the world," Xi Mu remarked. In this world, there is an inevitable fate—that Ragnarok will certainly descend. Although the manifestation of Ragnarok may vary, its arrival is destined.

"Outside the world, is there really another world?" Hecate questioned, then listened as her apprentice described the landscapes of various other realms, even though much of it sounded like fantastical tales.

But if there really exists another world beyond this one, then no matter how bizarre those landscapes, they might indeed exist.

Moreover, she detected a hint of longing in her apprentice’s tone; her student was yearning for the scenery beyond this world.

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Hecate and Ahtal conversed for a long time, until the sunlight outside the window turned golden and dim, so much so that even the Goddess of Salvation lost interest in eavesdropping.

Inside the bright room.

The Goddess of Salvation lay on a soft bed, ignoring Sleipnir and Yemengade next to her, who were wrestling so fiercely that their clothes were nearly torn off, until a black lace-trimmed undergarment landed on her face.

"Sleipnir, can you stop grabbing everything?!" Yemengade exclaimed, covering her ample chest with one hand while shielding her unmentionables with the other. She glared indignantly at Sleipnir, whose hair was disheveled and who was also clutching at her own skimpy outfit.

The two exchanged fierce stares, neither willing to back down.

The Goddess of Salvation silently removed the black lace undergarment from her face and handed it to Yemengade, saying, "Would you like to put it on?"

"Hmm." Yemengade received the undergarment, only to find it had been torn beyond repair and couldn’t be worn.

"I have clothes in my room," Sleipnir remarked, rising to retrieve several outfits from the wardrobe.

With the Alchemical Witch, clothes were never scarce—just let her create a mannequin, do a quick check of the body, and receive well-fitting attire. Since her body and Yemengade’s were somewhat similar, the garments fit decently.

"Feels a bit tight," Yemengade commented, patting her hips. "Sleipnir, have you grown into your figure?"

Sleipnir replied flatly, "No, it’s just that your body is too flat."

Yemengade fell silent for a moment before changing the topic. She glanced at the Goddess of Salvation and asked, "Salvation, how did you end up accepting the King of Ash as your master?"

Sleipnir also looked curious. She understood the significance of the Goddess of Salvation’s birth, but had never thought the Goddess of Salvation capable of threatening Ahtal’s safety. If it were back in her heyday—when she had been Ahtal’s companion—she’d have had full confidence of taking down the Goddess of Salvation with a single strike.

Back then, she was assuredly the woman who truly grasped the power to kill gods.

"At the time, I didn’t know master was the King of Ash," the Goddess of Salvation replied, sitting up and leaning against the bedframe, her arms wrapped around her knees, showing an expression of recollection.

"Back then, master never revealed his identity to me. It was only when I heard the Goddess of Plague call out his name and learned of the Three Goddesses of Fate’s prophecy that I realized my master was the legendary King of Ash."

Sleipnir asked, "Were you angry?"

The Goddess of Salvation shook her head gently and countered, "I am the Goddess of Salvation, but I am also my master’s apprentice. There’s no conflict in that."

Yemengade questioned with confusion, "But aren’t you destined to transcend Ragnarok?"

If she were in the Goddess of Salvation’s shoes, Yemengade thought she might have engaged in cheerful banter with Ahtal right up until Ragnarok’s arrival, then fought furiously to the death. But the newly-born Goddess of Salvation couldn’t possibly exhibit such maturity.

To the young Goddess of Salvation, Ahtal was her everything in this world—the only home she could return to.

Killing Ahtal would shatter all of that.

"The responsibility of the Goddess of Salvation is to save. If she cannot even save her own master, then she certainly cannot talk about saving the world," the Goddess of Salvation declared her beliefs. "Slaying my master won’t save the world; Ragnarok will still persist. Only by freeing the world from its eternal cycle can salvation be achieved."

She hugged her knees tightly.

"So I decided long ago—I will save the world, but I will also save my master, completely severing this eternal cycle."

Sleipnir instinctively wanted to laugh, but seeing the earnest expression on the young girl clutching her knees, she found herself unable to vocalize her mirth. This girl genuinely resembled someone striving to accomplish what even Ahtal could not.

"It’s truly a response one cannot laugh at," she murmured softly, but her view of the Goddess of Salvation underwent a profound change.

This seemingly innocent and naïve Goddess of Salvation had a conviction far beyond her own. She had once been willing to oppose the gods for Ahtal, but had never entertained the notion of saving Ahtal while saving the world.

That was an impossible dream—if even Ahtal could not accomplish it, she stood no chance.

And yet, the Goddess of Salvation harbored this vision.

"It’s truly an exciting response," Yemengade commented while flicking her green locks. "I’m growing increasingly curious about just how far you’ll go."

The Goddess of Salvation blinked her eyes: "Don’t you laugh at me?"

"Why would we laugh at you?" Yemengade asked, puzzled. Watching the Goddess of Salvation scratch her cheek, speaking in a slightly embarrassed tone, "Because the Pestilence Witch sister once laughed at me. She clutched her stomach, rolling on the bed, thinking my thoughts were too naïve, that I’d dare harbor a dream to save everyone."

Yemengade frowned and asked, "How did that woman criticize you?"

The Goddess of Salvation recalled the Pestilence Witch’s words: "Any dream or wish requires clarity about its consequences. One should prepare for the aftermath of shattered dreams; otherwise, one should not hastily determine one’s aspirations."

Her voice grew quieter and quieter.

"Saving everyone doesn’t mean everyone will thank you for it. They might even resent you more, enraged to the point of wanting to kill you. So it’s better to focus on protecting yourself and the people around you."

"As for saving the world, just consider it a bonus."