After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 591 - 237: Lifting the Coffin Lid

A sense of powerlessness.

The Goddess of Salvation experienced this feeling for the first time. Since the day of her creation, she had never felt such absolute helplessness, a sensation of utter inability to win.

A young girl crouched beside her, laughing sweetly and charmingly, her bright demeanor tinged with mischief. Though she showed no trace of malice, this only compounded the feeling of powerlessness—for this same girl had killed the Avatar Witch with just as little malice.

It was more like a casual whim.

"The challenge is over," the Goddess of Lies said with a faint smile, pressing her index and middle fingers together as she playfully poked the Goddess of Salvation on the forehead. "Now I suppose it’s time to claim my reward."

She asked with a cheerful grin.

"Who is your teacher?"

The Goddess of Salvation hesitated, her expression tightening.

She knew the identity of her own teacher. If the secret were revealed, it could cause massive panic. Although some were already aware of her teacher’s identity, there was tacit agreement not to spread the truth—because if it were exposed, it would inevitably lead to fear and despair among countless beings.

If the King of Ash, who exists at the end of time, were to descend upon the present, it would mean that he could burn everyone and everything into ashes at any moment.

"Sorry, that information can’t be shared," Yemengade interrupted, raising the fallen Goddess of Salvation from the ground.

She wore a subtle smile.

"However, we can take you to meet that being."

"You don’t even dare call them by name," the Goddess of Lies chuckled with intrigue. "Seems like a truly extraordinary individual."

She asked again with curiosity.

"Would it be someone I know?"

Yemengade shook her head. "We don’t even know your true identity, so how could we possibly know whether you’re acquainted with that being?"

"A betrayer of gods, a deity fallen into witchcraft," the Goddess of Lies murmured as she clasped her hands behind her back, leaning forward slightly.

"Can you guess my identity?"

Upon hearing this, Yemengade quickly responded, as though a veil of cognitive confusion had been lifted. She connected the image of the Goddess of Lies to the red-haired girl standing before her.

"The Goddess of Lies."

"Right," the Goddess of Lies responded with a faint smile before moving to stand beside the Goddess of Salvation, placing her hands upon her delicate shoulders.

"Now let me guess your identity."

She pretended to mull it over for a moment.

"The Goddess of Salvation, correct?"

The identity of the golden-haired, amber-eyed girl before her wasn’t difficult to deduce. The gods of the high heavens were all familiar to the Goddess of Lies, except for this girl, whom she had never encountered. Coupled with the recent disappearance of certain deities, drawing a conclusion was ridiculously simple.

It was precisely because she guessed the Goddess of Salvation’s identity that she became curious about her teacher.

Who could possibly have swayed the Goddess of Salvation away so early?

"Yes," the Goddess of Salvation admitted her identity plainly, yet the Goddess of Lies detected something amiss in her candid response.

"Knowing my identity, you’re still not panicking. Is it your teacher’s backing that gives you this confidence?"

The Goddess of Salvation fell silent.

She couldn’t deny it—the confidence she exuded indeed stemmed from her teacher’s identity. But admitting it outright would make her seem like someone who bullies others by relying on status and connections.

"There are very few beings in this world qualified to give you such confidence," the Goddess of Lies mused to herself. "The Witch of Death, the Goddess of Life, the Creation Witch, the Goddess of Death, the God of Omniscience, the All-Knowing Saintess, the extraterritorial demon..."

She listed them one by one while observing the expressions of the Goddess of Salvation and Yemengade. She found little change in their demeanor.

Until she uttered one name.

"Ahtal."

The atmosphere shifted instantly.

Yemengade’s gaze subtly flickered, while the Goddess of Salvation showed visibly unnatural behavior, lightly averting her eyes.

The Goddess of Lies widened her eyes gradually. Though her divine power as the Goddess of Lies enabled her to distinguish truth from falsehood, she now doubted it for the first time—because the name she had spoken was uttered merely in jest.

"If that man has truly returned," she murmured, biting her finger lightly with a conflicted expression, "I must meet him in person."

Resolving herself.

"Take me to meet him."

Yemengade naturally dared not oppose her. Despite being situated in this simulated world, as the Monster Witch had once said, a being who’s reached the Almighty Realm could effortlessly kill someone within a simulation.

But the Goddess of Salvation shook her head, saying, "I won’t return to meet my teacher until I’ve completed his task."

The Goddess of Lies: "..."

Why so stubborn in this situation? She was, after all, the Goddess of Lies—she could simply lift a finger to kill them both. Though the Goddess of Salvation possessed traits of immortality, the Goddess of Lies had numerous ways to seal her away eternally.

Still, considering the possibility that the Goddess of Salvation was truly Ahtal’s disciple...

"Fine, if you need to defeat a witch or demon to complete your mission," she compromised, waving her hand to alter the surrounding environment.

A gloomy forest.

A coffin lay open, its lid cast aside to reveal the corpse inside—or no, it was not merely a corpse, but clearly a witch. Her entire body was wrapped tightly in white bandages, leaving not a single inch of skin exposed. Yet her excessively voluptuous figure was incredibly alluring, from her heavy, ample bosom, to her childbearing hips, and down to her long, shapely legs.

She exuded a captivating aura that made one’s blood surge uncontrollably.

"What’s going on?" the Corpse Witch blinked her eyes in confusion, staring at the three heads peeking into her coffin. Naturally, she recognized the Goddess of Lies but had no idea why she had disturbed her rest and opened her coffin.