After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 592 - 237: Lifting the Coffin Lid_2

"Fighting her? You’ll lose." The Goddess of Lies pointed at the Goddess of Salvation and explained:

"If you lose, she’ll take us to see Ahtal."

"To see Ahtal?!" The Corpse Witch widened her beautiful eyes and jumped out of the coffin. Meanwhile, the Goddess of Salvation watched this scene quietly, mentally adding one more lover to her teacher’s tally—why did it seem like there were women everywhere who had a good relationship with her teacher?

Some time later.

"Ah, I’ve lost." The Corpse Witch let out a soft lamentation of defeat, collapsing to the ground with both hands supporting herself, her blue hair sliding down her fragrant shoulders and covering her sorrowful face, as though she had been bullied.

The Goddess of Salvation remained silent upon witnessing this. She likely hadn’t swung her sword, as it was the Corpse Witch who proactively touched her sacred sword and then fell to the ground on her own.

"Let’s go, time to meet that man." The Goddess of Lies smiled lightly and winked at the Goddess of Salvation. "Don’t try any tricks; my true form is right beside the Witch of Death. If anything unexpected happens, your enemy will be... the Witch of Death."

"Isn’t it true that no one in this world can deceive the Goddess of Lies?" Yemengade said this while tugging on the Goddess of Salvation’s sleeve, leaning in to whisper something in her ear.

The Goddess of Salvation nodded and then agreed to take them to meet her teacher. Although she felt that even if she didn’t agree, these two would still find a way to locate him.

However, the consequences of refusal might be... troublesome. No one could guarantee the Goddess of Lies wouldn’t resort to extracting the necessary information from their minds.

...

Iris Flower Kingdom.

Alchemy Workshop.

Xi Mu stepped out of the bedroom and looked at the guest standing outside the door.

"Ahtal—it’s you, isn’t it?" The Goddess of Lies stood at the doorway, gazing at the familiar figure and activating her divine power to distinguish authenticity.

Xi Mu laughed at this and replied:

"If there isn’t a second Ahtal in this world."

"Then I’ll rephrase my question." The Goddess of Lies smiled lightly, though her gaze was extraordinarily serious. "Are you the King of Ash?"

Xi Mu laughed. "I am not."

"The information provided by the Time Witch isn’t very reliable, is it?" The Goddess of Lies chuckled elegantly, her beautiful eyes reflecting the man in front of her. "Why did you return without giving us a heads-up?"

"Perhaps it’s just that we weren’t aware." The Corpse Witch approached and greeted Ahtal:

"Surely, we weren’t the last ones to learn of your arrival?"

"It was simply a matter of deciding when would be the right time to reach out to you all." Xi Mu explained while walking toward the sofa.

After he sat down, a steaming cup of tea was placed on the table.

Xi Mu looked up to see the Goddess of Salvation carrying a tea tray, offering him a slightly sheepish smile.

Ah, it appeared she felt guilty for not accomplishing the task as instructed.

"To complete the task this quickly—it’s impressive." He picked up the tea cup and took a sip, watching as the Goddess of Salvation held the tray to cover the lower half of her face, her gaze starting to wander.

"Teacher, I’ll leave for training early tomorrow morning." The Goddess of Salvation blurted out before hurriedly leaving the living room.

Although her teacher hadn’t spoken a word, she felt an inexplicable sense of guilt, as though she had disappointed his expectations.

"She has actually worked pretty hard." The Corpse Witch came to sit beside Ahtal, picking up a teacup from the table.

"If it were a deathmatch, I’d lose."

"The immortality of gods is such a cheat, isn’t it?" The Goddess of Lies sat across from them, her black-silk-clad legs elegantly crossed.

Theoretically speaking, the Corpse Witch’s strength surpassed that of the Goddess of Salvation, but the Witch lacked the ability to kill gods. The balance of victory or defeat would inevitably tilt toward the Goddess of Salvation.

"To those who don’t know better, they might really think you’re a witch already." Xi Mu chuckled and shook his head gently. Despite how the Goddess of Lies seemed to speak on behalf of the witches, she was undeniably a goddess—a goddess who once opposed the other gods merely to evade Ragnarok, and whose current conflicts with them weren’t particularly deep.

After experiencing time’s reversal, most gods had no memories of the future, and those who had reached omnipotent levels didn’t care much about the Goddess of Lies’ betrayal.

"Whether I am a witch or a goddess hardly matters anymore." The Goddess of Lies looked at the man across from her and remarked:

"In the face of a burning world’s crisis, one’s stance..." She hadn’t finished speaking before Ahtal broke into a mischievous smile.

"Goddess of Lies, you wouldn’t want the King of Ash to burn this world, would you?"

"Eh?" The Goddess of Lies paused for a moment before placing her hand on her chest. "Could it be that you’re finally interested in me after all?"

Xi Mu clicked his tongue. "You should be showing a humiliated yet reluctant expression."

"If you used this approach on the Goddess of Death, it might work." The Goddess of Lies said with a coquettish smile. "The Goddess of Death isn’t on good terms with you and still cares deeply for this world—you might get the reaction you’re hoping for."

"Then I’ll try it when an opportunity arises." Xi Mu spoke casually, shifting his gaze to the Corpse Witch.

Their gazes met.

The Corpse Witch blinked her blue eyes before revealing a humiliated expression, biting her lower lip lightly as she replied: "I won’t bow to you, not even if you’re really going to burn this world."

Xi Mu promptly replied: "Fine then, I’ll reduce this world to ashes in due time."

The Corpse Witch’s eyes widened slightly. "Eh?"

"How long is ’due time’?" The Goddess of Lies, rather than panicking, asked curiously. She believed that Ahtal would burn the world—but it wouldn’t be the real world, merely this fabricated simulation.

Xi Mu glanced toward the room of the Goddess of Salvation. "Once she defeats at least three witches or demons."

The Goddess of Lies nodded. "Then I should seize the time for my experiments."

"If time’s short, I can wait." Xi Mu didn’t probe into the specifics of what the Goddess of Lies intended to experiment on.

There were too many people with their own purposes nowadays, and knowing all of them would be exhausting. Although the DLC’s plotline gave hints about what the Goddess of Lies might be attempting with her experiments.

A grand lie.

To create a refuge—a lie to escape Ragnarok, avoiding direct damage and smuggling oneself into a brand-new world.

For now, she seems intent on crafting, within the simulated world, something even more illusory, even less coherent.

A world detached from materiality, existing solely by virtue of lies—a fabricated existence.

"Just a minor experiment; there’s no need to wait specifically." The Goddess of Lies waved her hand dismissively, her body fading into a shadowy mirage, leaving behind only a final remark:

"If this simulation can conclude swiftly, it would be good news for me."

The living room fell into sudden silence.

Xi Mu shifted his gaze toward the Corpse Witch and asked: "Do you need some time to prepare?"

The Corpse Witch feigned contemplation before replying: "I don’t have any plans to save the world. If I have to say anything... hmm, being able to die in my sleep already feels like enough."

"If the day comes when burning the world is unavoidable." Xi Mu smiled faintly. "I’ll at least make sure you don’t suffer too much."

"If possible, I’d rather stay alive." The Corpse Witch quickly rejected the notion, prompting Ahtal to laugh heartily in response.

With a tone almost like complaining, she remarked:

"You’re starting to develop a bit of a wicked streak."

Xi Mu feigned surprise and asked: "Am I?"

"And you’re also less restrained when it comes to your desires." The Corpse Witch added, as if testing the truth of her statement, she slightly raised her white-cloth-wrapped slender leg.

Xi Mu’s gaze naturally landed on her raised leg—straight and shapely. The tight wrapping of white cloth gave it a particularly enticing, well-contoured allure, evoking an urge to tear the bindings apart.

"I almost started doubting whether I had any charm." The Corpse Witch withdrew her leg and raised a hand to lightly smooth back her water-blue hair.

"Now, it seems there’s no need for me to doubt myself."