After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 602 - 242: The Hero Belonging to Her

"Where do you want me to go with you?" Xi Mu asked with a warm smile. He had plenty of free time on his hands now. It wasn’t because he had nothing to do, but at his level, he could easily accompany Evelyn while using his player powers to discuss the framework of a new world with Eden.

This was also part of developing player powers—creating communication channels with anyone, which could further be divided into group or individual connections.

So it wouldn’t delay his other tasks at all.

"There are so many places I want to go," the white-haired Lolita said, turning around. Her petite feet pressed into the soft sand, leaving a trail of footprints behind.

She spoke softly to the man beside her:

"If I could, I’d want you to travel through the Dragon Kingdom with me, then visit the human realms and the beastfolk realms, experiencing every corner of this world."

Xi Mu chuckled quietly, "That would take a considerable amount of time."

"So we’ll have to choose the most important destinations," the white-haired Lolita puffed her cheeks and voiced what was on her mind, "Come with me to see my mother, and try her cooking."

She was fully aware of this world’s impending apocalypse, and also understood that Ahtal couldn’t possibly have enough time to accompany her in traversing the whole world. All she could manage was to bring Ahtal to meet her mother and have a family dinner together. She didn’t dare to hope for much more.

In the face of this imminent end of the world, time had become the most precious resource—let alone the fact that Ahtal still needed to bid farewell to others.

"Taste Yijelika’s cooking, huh?" Xi Mu furrowed his brow slightly. Meeting the questioning gaze of the white-haired Lolita, he sighed in mock disappointment, "I was hoping I’d get a chance to taste the Princess’ own cooking."

The white-haired Lolita parted her lips slightly, her expression conflicted. "You want to try my cooking?"

Though, under the Dragon Kingdom’s education system, she had naturally learned how to cook, her skills were just at the level of being able to prepare food. She couldn’t hold a candle to her mother in this domain.

"Is that a no?" Xi Mu looked a touch disappointed. "I heard that close friends often cook meals for each other."

That sounded more like something couples or spouses would do, didn’t it?

With that thought, the white-haired Lolita glanced at Ahtal’s smiling face. Her delicate, porcelain-like face turned a faint shade of red as she murmured softly:

"Not impossible, I suppose."

"I’ll be looking forward to it, then." Xi Mu gave a soft laugh. He didn’t really mind what culinary skills the white-haired Lolita had; he just wanted to tease her a bit—something that seemed quite effective at the moment.

"If it doesn’t taste good, don’t complain," the white-haired Lolita warned. Then she hurriedly added, "This would be the first meal I’ve made for someone. Even my father hasn’t enjoyed this privilege before."

Xi Mu nodded with a smile, "That just makes me look forward to it even more."

"What would you like to eat?" Relieved, the white-haired Lolita tugged Ahtal out of the sandy stretch and toward the bustling markets.

The Dragon Kingdom boasted a highly developed marketplace where one could find almost any ingredient imaginable—even delivery services were available.

...

...

Some time later.

At the market.

Xi Mu watched with a smile at the petite figure ahead of him, clad in a nun’s robe with flowing white hair. She carried a shopping bag in one hand while her other hand scanned the shelves, carefully selecting items for dinner.

Her delicate face bore a serious expression, giving off the charm of a young bride—almost as if she were a newlywed preparing for her first meal with her husband.

"What?" The white-haired Lolita noticed Ahtal’s gaze. She turned her head questioningly, only to hear the man give a sudden compliment.

"You’re adorable."

"Ah." The white-haired Lolita froze for a moment. Then, handing the bag over to Ahtal, she quickly turned around to hide her expression, responding in as natural a tone as possible:

"It’s rare to hear you praise me."

"Is it?" Xi Mu chuckled, choosing not to expose her reaction. Yet this scene was noticed by a passing noblewoman, who cast them a look of some uncertainty, observing the pair who looked simultaneously like a couple and newlyweds.

The noblewoman hesitated and then asked, "Are you two a couple?"

"Is it that obvious?" Xi Mu replied with a light laugh, causing the white-haired Lolita standing beside him to flinch slightly. She quickly grabbed Ahtal’s wrist, signaling him not to say more.

"There seems to be... quite a difference between you two," the noblewoman said tactfully. Xi Mu nodded and turned to glance at the white-haired Lolita beside him, saying:

"Indeed. My beloved is over five hundred years old."

"Huh?" The noblewoman raised a hand to her lips, her eyes widening in surprise. This answer was completely unexpected. But she soon recovered and studied the pair thoughtfully before making her guess.

"Could it be that you’re a dragon and a human?"

"I suppose I could be considered a dragon as well," Xi Mu answered with a playful smile, observing the blush on the white-haired Lolita’s cheeks. He added almost whimsically, "I’m not even a century old yet."

Silence fell over the conversation for a moment.

The white-haired Lolita, visibly indignant, punched Ahtal lightly in the stomach. She was well aware that Ahtal had once been fully human. Even though he had temporarily taken on the form of a dragon, he soon ascended to become the King of Ash—something entirely detached from dragons. Using species to define Ahtal was pointless at this stage.

"This gentleman looks a bit too mature," the noblewoman remarked doubtfully. But her thoughts paused when she suddenly saw the man’s appearance shift, making him look even younger than the white-haired Lolita.

He held the white-haired Lolita’s hand and asked the noblewoman:

"What about now?"

"..."

The noblewoman said nothing more. Her gaze landed on the white-haired Lolita with a complex look, as if grappling with the incomprehensible. Yet, one thing she did grasp was clear: this pair was anything but ordinary—certainly not if they could casually alter their appearances and ages at will.