After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 612 - 246: Next Time There Won’t Be a New Blessing for You - Part 2

Chapter 612: Chapter 246: Next Time There Won’t Be a New Blessing for You - Part 2

The Corpse Witch asked again: "If suppressing the birth of the strong...

Before finishing her sentence, she quickly fell silent, suddenly realizing she had made a choice almost identical to the God of Omniscience: suppressing future generations and preventing them from growing to a height that might threaten their safety.

"Discussing this is meaningless." Xi Mu shook his head, his gaze falling upon the Witch of Death, "If the plan of Lady Witch of Death succeeds, then there should be no issues."

"What do you mean, ’if the plan of Lady Witch of Death succeeds’?" The Goddess of Death placed one hand on her hip, speaking irritably, "This is clearly a plan that I carried out together with the Witch of Death."

"Apologies." Unexpectedly, Xi Mu apologized straightforwardly and then proposed compensation, "If the plan is executed successfully, when the new world arrives, I will continue to support you as the Goddess of Death."

The Goddess of Death: "..."

Why does this not sound cheerful at all? Working overtime in the old world, then still working overtime in the new world.

What, then, is the point of her laborious crossing through Ragnarok?

"Follow me; let’s go experiment with the world imbued with Death of Death itself." The Witch of Death turned around, ready to lead Ahtal to the experiment.

However.

"Can you wait for a moment?" Xi Mu’s face showed a troubled expression as he gazed at the Witch of Death’s tilted head, her confused and faintly adorable demeanor.

"I still want to meet a friend."

The Witch of Death nodded, then calmly asked, "When will you have time to accompany me for the experiment?"

Xi Mu gave an accurate answer: "Two days later."

Upon hearing this, the Witch of Death deeply stared at Ahtal, extended her hand, and poked his chest with her finger. An ethereal blue flame ignited on her pearly finger, leaving marks on Ahtal’s chest as though ink had stained it.

A moment later, she withdrew her hand.

"If you burn through my favor again next time, I will not replenish it." With those words, her figure dissolved into ethereal blue flames, disappearing on the spot.

Xi Mu lowered his head to touch his chest, having once again gained control over the Witch of Death’s power. Though her power now was merely icing on the cake for him, he still felt a sense of joy and nostalgia.

"Who are you planning to meet next—another woman?" The Corpse Witch curiously asked from the side, and Ahtal cast her a puzzled glance before shaking his head in explanation:

"It’s to meet... a man."

The Corpse Witch’s eyes instinctively widened as the image of a man—or rather, two men—surged in her mind.

In this era, only two men, as far as she knew, had not reached omnipotence but still retained memories of the future.

Michael—

Revered as someone capable of captivating gods, a saint-like figure. Any nation he passed through would bask in harmony and happiness. He attracted countless loyal followers and lived as an icon of sanctity.

However, this saintly reputation was not the most famous aspect of Michael. What was more widely known was his ambiguous relationship with the King of Ashes.

"I’m really just friends with Ahtal." Michael set down his wine glass, his expression helpless as he gazed at the crowd in the banquet hall, "You all... stop making assumptions, or I’ll be quite troubled."

"Such a close friendship is indeed rare." A noble girl covered the lower half of her face with a folding fan, her gaze brimming with gossip, "To challenge a god for your sake—this, surely, is extraordinary."

"It was for my sister that I challenged a god." Michael shook his head, but the onlookers around him paid no attention to his explanation. Instead, they were thrilled by the narrative they had conjured themselves.

Despite Ahtal being such a terrifying presence, people still managed to spin out tales concerning his relations with Michael.

Indeed, it was something Michael found difficult to comprehend.

"As if I only came for your sake, Michael," a familiar chuckle suddenly interjected, momentarily making Michael freeze, though he quickly returned to his calm demeanor.

None of the others present noticed anything unusual. Their attention remained fixed on Michael, yet he distinctly felt someone beside him.

"If you truly came for me, then I’d be troubled." Michael picked up the wine glass on the table, poured a full cup of red wine, and handed it to the man beside him. "Didn’t expect to see you here."

"Perhaps I’m just a counterfeit, who can say?" Xi Mu lightly swirled his wine glass.

Michael shook his head: "In this world, few people would dare impersonate you around me, and anyone capable of doing so without angering the King of Ashes would have no reason to attempt such a thing."

Xi Mu seemed surprised as he said, "You deduce I’m the real one based merely on that?"

Michael smiled, clinking glasses with Ahtal, before downing his wine in one gulp, laughing heartily:

"How could I ever mistake my own friend?"

"Kill your friend?" Xi Mu chuckled and began a casual conversation with Michael, while the banquet hall crowd sensed no anomalies. They all unconsciously overlooked Michael, as though he had never existed.

The conversation lasted quite a while.

Xi Mu rose to his feet and said to the slightly tipsy Michael, "Aren’t you planning to join the dream simulation?"

"None of these people plan to join the dream." Michael explained to Ahtal, "They don’t trust the simulated worlds created by the Delusional Demon. They’re deciding to observe for a while first."

Many in this world were worried that once they entered the simulated worlds created by the Delusional Demon, they might never escape. Others feared the demon would suddenly force everyone to remain trapped in dreams, mandating they fight their way through a hundred levels of Hell.

Such a scenario would indeed be despair-inducing.

"The simulated world is safe." Xi Mu waved softly, his figure gradually blurring and merging into the crowd. "If anyone is interested, feel free to join the simulation. There’s no need to worry about being unable to awaken."

Michael nodded and then laughed softly: "Are you going to find Mist next?"

Xi Mu paused momentarily before vanishing altogether.

Moments after his departure, the crowd in the banquet hall reassembled around Michael, oblivious to the prior peculiarities.

Meanwhile.

On the balcony on the second floor of the banquet hall.

Michael stood with one arm crossed, his tall frame leaning lightly against the wall. The night breeze swept through his red hair, giving off an aura that was both alluring and pitiful.

However, upon noticing someone approaching nearby, his demeanor instantly shifted, becoming sharp like a drawn blade—extremely dangerous and cutting.

Xi Mu remarked, "Your strength has improved."

Mist heard this and hesitated slightly, her pupils refracting the image of the man before her. A moment later, she unsheathed her blade without hesitation, striking out with a swift arc filled with fervent anticipation—as though certain the man before her could block it.

"Clang!" Xi Mu raised a finger to meet the blade’s edge, sparks flying on impact.

"As a human, harming the King of Ashes—this is a miracle even gods deem impossible."

Mist sheathed the blade, glanced at Ahtal’s finger, and gently shook her head. "If you’re referring to trimming nails, then sure."

"Nails can be a combat weapon at any time," Xi Mu flexed his fingers slightly, "So you’ve damaged the King of Ashes’ weapon for fighting."

Mist said nothing, silently staring at the man before her, until Ahtal’s gaze turned quizzical.

With no hesitation, she wrapped Ahtal in a fierce hug. The force made one feel stifled, yet she showed no signs of relaxing—intensifying her grip instead.

"Am I already yielded to the Delusional Demon’s notion of rightful death?" She murmured softly, "Otherwise, why would I see you again?"

Xi Mu replied quietly, "The Mist I know would never accept so-called rightful death."

Mist did not refute this.

She did not care about the Delusional Demon’s concept of rightful death, nor did she intend to accept it. What she cared about were the people who existed in the real world. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Thus, she would never choose to escape.