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Chapter 601: Chapter 241 The Cost of Riding is Being Ridden_2

The content unfolded as she expected; the Goddess of Salvation had started doubting whether she could sever the world’s eternal cycle of reincarnation.

She comforted her for a long while before the Goddess of Salvation finally adjusted her mentality.

"Goddess of Plague, you’d really make a fitting mother," the Pestilence Witch said, watching this scene and unable to resist a comment.

The Goddess of Plague merely rolled her eyes in irritation. In this world, it was difficult for divine beings to conceive offspring, and even if they did, the offspring would not be gods. This was because, fundamentally, deities were manifestations of the world’s essence.

Take the case of the Goddess of Fertility, who wished to give birth to the offspring of the King of Ash—the child might inherit aptitude or talents connected to their bloodline, but the unique abilities derived from the soul could not be passed on. It was impossible to create another King of Ash or godlike being.

Of course, the gods weren’t aiming to create another deity or King of Ash; they simply wanted the Goddess of Fertility to bear a child with resistance to the King of Ash.

Afternoon.

The slanted sunlight pierced through the window, spilling across the messy bed. There lay a girl with long white hair, her head resting on the shoulder of a man. Her snow-white skin reflected an alluring sheen in the sunlight, though her most captivating feature might still be her slender legs. Sadly, her feet seemed to be smeared with some white stain, tarnishing their beauty like dust on fine jade.

Xi Mu gently pushed away the little mare lying on top of him, but the slight motion startled her awake.

"You can rest a little longer."

"No need," replied the little mare, shaking her head. She wasn’t yet willing to part from Ahtal. As she was about to leave the bed together with him, she noticed the sticky substance still clinging to her feet.

Xi Mu suggested, "Why not just wear your shoes and get up?"

The little mare glanced at her high heels. If she put on her shoes and left, their affair would undoubtedly be exposed, and leaving the room with such a mess on her feet would be too shameful.

"Then take a bath," Xi Mu suggested again, but the little mare hooked her arms around his neck and complained:

"Walking feels sticky—it’s uncomfortable."

"Then I’ll carry you," Xi Mu offered, lifting her and heading toward the bathroom. Fortunately, no one crossed their path on the way, allowing them to reach the bathroom smoothly. He carefully washed away the stains from her hair, chest, and legs.

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Night falls.

The living room lights shine brightly.

At the dining table.

"It seems we haven’t entered the simulated world in a dream tonight," the Goddess of Plague remarked while having dinner, casually asking the man beside her, "Is something wrong?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"The simulated world needs an update," Xi Mu replied with a smile, skewering a piece of roast meat from his bowl and placing it into the little mare’s bowl.

The little mare lowered her head and focused on eating, refraining from joining the conversation. She felt that everyone’s gaze on her carried a peculiar air, and speaking didn’t seem appealing right now.

Moreover, she was still troubled by one issue: the Monster Witch wanted her to conceive a child with Ahtal, so they could study the child and learn more about the King of Ash’s power.

It wasn’t just about whether she wanted to bear a child—she wouldn’t willingly give her child away for research. Although the Monster Witch likely only intended to collect blood samples and wouldn’t resort to dissection,

she couldn’t easily accept her child being subjected to study. But how could she reasonably reject the Monster Witch?

"Updating it for a while isn’t a bad thing," the Goddess of Plague lightly nodded, her charming face showing concern. "Many people are already struggling to distinguish between reality and illusion, showing little regard for the real world."

Xi Mu explained, "This gives them a few days to adapt to reality, while also serving as a prelude of sorts for the future."

The Goddess of Plague didn’t argue.

Ultimately, this world was heading toward Ragnarok. Letting people prepare mentally now might spare them from despair in their final moments.

"By the way, I’m thinking of visiting old friends in the Dragon Kingdom," Xi Mu suddenly shifted the conversation. "Want to come along?"

The Goddess of Plague paused in her eating, her delicate face showing a touch of resignation. "If I go with you, won’t I just get in the way of your meeting with lovers?"

She clasped her hands together, resting her chin lightly on them.

"It’s better if I stay here."

"What a pity," Xi Mu remarked, though his tone showed no trace of regret. He said this more to inform the Goddess of Plague of his departure.

Just then:

"Teacher, I want to go too," the Goddess of Salvation spoke suddenly. She wanted to stay by her teacher’s side—she promised not to interfere with his rendezvous.

"Alright." Xi Mu didn’t refuse; he had no objections to the Goddess of Salvation accompanying him and could also use the opportunity to teach her.

"Salvation, you shouldn’t go," the Goddess of Plague gently shook her head, her gaze fixed on the Goddess of Salvation. "You need to learn proper etiquette and unlearn the bad habits you picked up in the simulated world."

The Goddess of Salvation wanted to argue, but the oppressive look in the Goddess of Plague’s eyes robbed her of the courage to speak. She turned to Ahtal for help, but he looked away, feigning ignorance of her pleading gaze.

She was supposed to save the world—surely she had no time to waste on learning lady-like manners. Or so she grumbled internally.

But she dared not voice it aloud.

The next day.

Afternoon.

At the door.

"If you encounter danger, just shout to the sky for your teacher to save you," Xi Mu said as he ruffled the Goddess of Salvation’s hair, then glanced at the little mare and Shark Girl Kashute before they all vanished into the distance.

The Goddess of Salvation touched her head, a reluctant expression on her face. Nonetheless, she returned to the room with the Goddess of Plague and Pestilence Witch.

Now, she somewhat anticipated dreaming into the simulated world.

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Dragon Kingdom.

This nation, ruled by dragons, occupied an entire continent. It possessed enviable wealth but also served as a gathering place for cultists.

The Church of Death headquarters resided at the border of the Dragon Kingdom.

Of course, the Church of Death was no longer a cult but an officially recognized religion among the gods, no longer hiding in the shadows.

On a seaside beach.

Azure waves crashed against the shoreline, reluctantly retreating afterward. A white-haired Lolita walked along the beach, brushing past individuals of various races. None dared to disturb her—not because she was terrifying,

but because of the intimidating presence she held while wearing the nun’s robes of the Church of Death. Ordinary people wouldn’t dare provoke a member of this formerly cult-like organization.

Anyone within the Church of Death was an inherently dangerous figure.

"Little girl, are you alone?" A teasing voice suddenly came, its shadow casting over the petite figure of the white-haired Lolita.

"Want to come play with me?"

It was a classic case of malicious flirtation. Judging from these stereotypical antagonist lines, it was clear they’d soon be taught a lesson by the story’s hero.

Trite and uninspired.

"Sure," the white-haired Lolita lifted her face and smiled brilliantly at the figure before her—it was Ahtal.

"What does this gentleman inviting me to play have in mind?"

Xi Mu pondered briefly. "How about getting a juice?"

"Shouldn’t it be wine?" The white-haired Lolita chuckled but didn’t take her ruby-like eyes off the man before her.

"I’ve thought for a while now that the little mare wouldn’t want to be ridden by a false King of Ash. The only one who can truly ride her must be the genuine King of Ash."

She grabbed hold of Ahtal’s wrist and strolled with him along the beach.

"When did you come back?"

"It’s been a while," Xi Mu replied with a smile, glancing at the Lolita in the white dress beside him. "This time, I came to take your soul out of Hell."

The white-haired Lolita smiled faintly and placed a hand on her chest. "The gods of Hell have already returned my soul to me."

"Then I suppose there’s no need for me," Xi Mu nodded lightly. Just then, he felt her grip tighten on his hand, halting him.

"No, you have a very important task." The white-haired Lolita placed a hand on her chest, letting the sea breeze flutter her dress and hair. The slanted sunlight illuminated her delicate face.

She smiled charmingly.

"Your task now is to accompany me."