After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 590 - 236 Fantasy and Lies_3

She spoke of the conditions to defeat her.

"If you want to defeat me, you must kill or capture all my avatars scattered across the world, hidden in different corners, different spaces, different environments. Only then can it be counted as defeating me."

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

The Goddess of Salvation halted her steps. She had no qualms about beating up the Avatar Witch, because the Avatar Witch constantly tried to seize the bodies of the Pestilence Witch and the Goddess of Plague, which was outright bullying her friends and family. So when she struck, there was no hesitation or guilt.

But now, beating the Avatar Witch wouldn’t help with the task her teacher assigned—after all, she couldn’t unleash an attack that could envelop the entire world at once.

"Actually, I know of a very weak witch." The Avatar Witch covered her lips with a faint smile. "If you’re interested, I can bring you to her. However, the price is that you’ll have to do me a favor."

The Goddess of Salvation asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"Help me create an opportunity to get close to the King of Ash." The Avatar Witch revealed her plan. "Whatever method works. My hope is that at the world’s end, you’ll make it possible for me to approach the King of Ash."

She blinked her eyes.

"Rest assured, this favor is limited to this simulation. It won’t affect anyone else."

The Goddess of Salvation thought for a moment and gently nodded in agreement.

At the end of this simulation, she would also have to wield her sword against Teacher Ahtal. Only then could she truly understand just how powerful Ahtal was.

Without doing so, she wouldn’t comprehend the weight of the tasks she needed to undertake.

"This woman is completely untrustworthy." Yemengade twitched his lips, only to see the Avatar Witch flash a sly smile, launching into a series of assurances and vows that she’d definitely help find a very weak witch.

If she failed, she’d even imitate a little dog’s bark.

Whether trustworthy or not, if they wanted to quickly locate a witch, they had to rely on the Avatar Witch, who possessed countless avatars.

A bit of time passed.

In a city starkly different from the bleak end-times atmosphere, lush green mountains and crystal-clear waters enveloped the urban landscape, towering skyscrapers housed diverse human and non-human groups, and the city’s prosperity was no less than that of Lionheart Castle in reality.

Fantasy Country.

This was the city’s name. It was said to have been built by the Fantasy Witch, a city where her words could bring into existence what should have been only imaginary things.

"That’s her." The Avatar Witch pointed to the throne, where a beautiful girl with long pale-red hair and a beret sat:

"Fantasy Witch—basically no combat ability to speak of."

"Excuse me... May I fight you?" The Goddess of Salvation gazed at the Fantasy Witch on the throne. "My teacher gave me a mission to defeat a witch or a demon."

She promised seriously.

"Afterward, I will compensate you accordingly."

"Getting beaten up—no one’s happy about that, right?" Fantasy... no, it was the Goddess of Lies instead.

She hadn’t expected that disguising herself as the Fantasy Witch to conduct research in the simulation world would lead to someone coming to challenge her.

"But I’ll grant your wish." The Goddess of Lies disappeared from the throne, reappeared beside the Avatar Witch, and with a casual swipe of her pale fingers, as sharp as blades, severed the Avatar Witch’s head.

Blood sprayed across the grand hall, painting it red. The Avatar Witch collapsed to the ground, unable to muster even a hint of resistance before being killed.

And though the kill targeted a specific entity, it carried some eerie force, instantly impacting the entire world.

Scattered across various environments, the Avatar Witch’s avatars simultaneously erupted with spurting blood at the necks, heads lopped off, their lifeless bodies crumpling to the ground.

What happened?

It was unclear—only that someone had instantaneously locked onto the existence of the Avatar Witch and struck at her neck.

The result: all of the Avatar Witch’s incarnations perished in an instant.

"No wonder she’s a goddess who has reached the Almighty Realm." In a desolate cave, the Avatar Witch, with her severed head, suddenly spoke. Red mist poured from her neck, reattaching her head.

But then, the head disconnected again, as though the concept of "severed head" had been inscribed into her existence.

After several cycles of this, the Avatar Witch finally managed to reattach her head, but even then, blood continued to drip from her neck. It was evident that the power engraved upon her existence hadn’t been fully erased.

"Why is the Goddess of Lies so strong?" The Avatar Witch’s face paled as she analyzed the reason for her defeat. "Is it because of the simulation world, amplifying the strengths of an Almighty being, or is it simply that an Almighty being is inherently this powerful?"

Whatever the case may be, one thing was certain—before acquiring indirect almighty powers, she would avoid provoking beings who had reached the Almighty Realm.

Otherwise, even her actual body might face danger.

At this moment.

Fantasy Country.

"How do you plan to challenge me, little one?" The Goddess of Lies rested her chin on the shoulder of the Goddess of Salvation, her hands encircling the Goddess of Salvation’s slender waist. Her voice carried an amused undertone:

"Is it a fight to the death, or just a friendly sparring match?"

Yemengade witnessed this scene and clenched his teeth. "You’re not the Fantasy Witch!"

"Talented individuals always wear plenty of disguises." The Goddess of Lies waved her hand and stepped back a few paces.

She beckoned to the Goddess of Salvation.

"Since you’re willing to pay me afterward, I’ll accept your challenge. Any method is fine. As long as you can even touch me slightly, you’ll have won."

The Goddess of Salvation gripped her sacred sword firmly, fearlessly rushing toward the Goddess of Lies, only to trip and fall to the ground. Her sword slipped from her grasp, rolling several times on the ground.

"Can’t even stand upright, yet want to fight?" The Goddess of Lies squatted beside the Goddess of Salvation:

"Which teacher taught you? You can’t even stay upright."

The Goddess of Salvation opened her mouth, unsure how to respond. Since her birth, she had never fallen, not even while battling Yemengade. Yet just moments ago, she found herself lying on the ground.

"Haha, what an adorable reaction." The Goddess of Lies couldn’t help laughing aloud. "Little one, if you’re going to choose a witch to challenge, choose a weak one. Don’t go picking someone too strong."

Even though premonitions from the Three Goddesses of Fate described her as weak—easily slain by the King of Ash and never having clashed with the God of Omniscience—that was only because those beings were tremendously powerful.

In truth, fewer than ten beings in this world were stronger than her.