After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 69 - 40 Heading to Magic Kingdom

The next day.

The prison.

"Stop dreaming, that man is surely dead." The dwarf, bound by chains and kneeling on the ground, sneered as he looked at the two human females interrogating him.

He chuckled softly.

"The moment he drew the Sword of Light, that knight was consumed by the wrath of the gods, turned to ash."

"If I were you, I wouldn’t say that." Fifine’s voice was icy as she looked at Letixia beside her, who seemed to have turned into an emotionless doll. She silently sighed in her heart, realizing that the kingdom had indeed been saved.

However, the whereabouts of the silver-clad knight protecting Letixia remained unknown; to put it bluntly, he was most likely dead.

He was consumed by the flames of Surter the moment he drew the Sword of Light.

This had caused Letixia, who was already on the verge of collapse, to completely silence herself. It was as if she had lost all emotion, remaining silent with no words at all, turning into a doll. Her gem-like green eyes also lost their luster.

The dwarf, still bound in chains, was unconcerned about the threat. He looked at Letixia, who appeared exquisitely doll-like and seemingly heartbroken, his smile filled with malice.

"Even if you kill me, you can’t bring that knight back to life."

"Then you might as well die." The dagger flew through the air and plunged directly into the dwarf’s forehead. As his body fell backward, the dwarf lost the breath of life.

Fifine followed the voice and saw a young girl with luxurious red hair approaching. She rested one hand on her waist and came to stand beside Letixia.

"I have some bad news and some good news. Which would you like to hear first?"

Letixia’s green eyes flickered slightly as she looked at the radiant Yasiraqi beside her and said softly:

"Either is fine."

"The bad news is that we found a pervert completely naked, holding the Sword of Light and hiding in the deep mountains." Yasiraqi looked at Letixia’s dull eyes, her lips slightly curling up, "However, the good news is that we know the pervert—he seems to be called Ahtal, hiding in the dilapidated house where you used to live."

As she finished speaking, she felt a gust of wind pass by, and Letixia, who was before her, had vanished.

"Sorry, Princess Yasiraqi." Fifine was also a bit excited as she looked at the spot where Letixia had disappeared around the corner of the dungeon and lifted her skirt to chase after her.

"I need to ensure Letixia doesn’t do anything foolish." The urgency in her voice clearly revealed her joy that Ahtal was still alive.

Seeing this, Yasiraqi casually flicked her red hair behind her ear and turned her gaze toward the next cell’s dwarf, eager to extract some other information from him.

"Do all who are infected by Surter’s flames die?" She walked to the next prison cell and looked through the iron bars at the dwarf inside.

Upon hearing this, the dwarf raised his head and looked at the radiant red-haired girl outside the cell. He smiled and said: "If they are thrown into the fire, they naturally burn."

Yasiraqi thought for a moment and got straight to the point: "If you can tell me a solution, I’ll let you leave."

The dwarf immediately answered: "There isn’t one."

Yasiraqi’s eyes narrowed slightly, and the dwarf, seeing this, showed no fear about the possibility of being killed.

To those dwarves who worship the Flame Giant Surter, death is not something to fear. After all, the Flame Giant Surter is an Evil God whose mission is to burn the entire world, including his followers.

Thus, those who can worship the Flame Giant Surter must all be a group of deranged individuals, seen as madmen in the eyes of others.

For them, death is not something to be concerned about, whether it’s their own death, the death of their loved ones, or even the death of their worshipped deity. None of that matters.

Only burning the world is important.

"Actually, there is one way." Suddenly the dwarf spoke again, explaining to a startled Yasiraqi, "If one could shed their human identity and become more burn-resistant kindling, it would greatly prolong their life."

He laughed maliciously.

"However, by shedding their human identity, they also lose the chance to go to Hell, only able to drift as spirits in this world until they are purified by clerics."

"..."

Yasiraqi fell silent for a moment before turning to leave, while the dwarf in the cell was suddenly engulfed by unexpected flames and turned into charred remains amid his screams of agony.

In this world, if one sheds their racial identity and becomes a lifeform not recognized by all gods, they also lose the means to ascend to heaven or descend into Hell.

This is terrifying for people because it essentially means having no afterlife, also signifying the loss of the gods’ favor.

However, if one maintains their human identity, in Ahtal’s current state, he is also unable to survive in this world for long.

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Outside the city.

The dilapidated house.

Xi Mu sat on a wooden stump outside the door, wiping the Red Dragon Blood Armor with a rag, looking very serious.

After undergoing intense battles, the Red Dragon Blood Armor had suffered some wear and tear, necessitating repairs and strengthening. Once he left the Iris Flower Kingdom, he would need to find a dwarven master to reinforce and upgrade the armor.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to sustain later battles.

Just then, hurried footsteps approached. Xi Mu instinctively looked up and saw that Letixia had already arrived in front of him. She immediately hugged him tightly, burying her face in his soft chest, even her breathing becoming erratic.

However, Letixia didn’t seem to notice the ’chest kill,’ instead, she hugged Xi Mu even tighter, sobbing incomprehensibly, tears streaming down her cheeks.