After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 91 - 11 Isn’t That Cheating?

The stars were brilliant.

Alistair sat on the stone steps, his gaze coldly fixed on the sky where the stars representing the Magic Queen gradually obscured those of Hecate.

From then on, the fate of Hecate was unseen.

"If we’re talking just about Talent and capacity, you should have had the chance to become a Demon," came a charming voice.

Alistair glanced at the source of the voice, only to see the Bloody Countess approaching him, smoothing her skirt as she sat down, her curiosity apparent as she asked.

"Why have you maintained your human identity until now?"

"..."

Alistair was silent for a moment, then replied, "Even if all the rituals that Hecate calculated had gone well, there was no guarantee of becoming a Witch."

"Why?" The Bloody Countess looked curious. She had taken some time to learn about Alistair, formerly hailed as the most talented Mage, who had committed various unforgivable grave sins.

Everyone thought he would inevitably become a Demon one day, yet he had suddenly disappeared, only to reappear as a follower of the Witch of Death.

"..."

Alistair fell silent again, then shook his head. He had a multitude of ideologies and speculations, such as needing to completely overthrow oneself to step out of the human domain, or possibly his "abilities" were not sufficient to leave the domain of humans.

Perhaps his talent was also lacking.

There were many guesses, but none satisfied him. Whether it was mindset, capacity, or talent, he considered himself lacking in none, comparing himself to the Witches and Demons that had arisen in the past without falling short.

Yet, he could not break free from the human domain.

He had tried several times, each time ending in severe injury and failure, which had prompted him to join the Church of Death, wanting to understand through contact with the Witch of Death why he could not escape the human domain.

"You don’t know why either?" The Bloody Countess nodded slightly, following Alistair’s gaze toward the sky, where a brilliant meteor slid across.

That was a symbol of Hecate, no... it could also be the Magic Queen’s meteor.

If it was Hecate’s meteor, it either meant Hecate had become a Witch by then... or was already dead.

There was no second possibility.

Alistair stood up and walked toward the grand library, longing to witness the result, whether Hecate had transcended the human domain.

If she had succeeded, maybe then he would understand the truth.

...

...

Inside the grand library,

The scene suddenly changed; Hecate appeared before everyone, with the Magic Queen’s body lying next to her.

Surprisingly, Hecate’s face showed no joy, her brows furrowed as if struck by a... blow.

"Did the promotion to Witch fail?" Granny Saisi spoke regretfully, seemingly fully expecting the failure, not particularly concerned about Hecate’s setback.

In this world, there were many exceptionally brilliant people, yet not all had the capacity to transcend the human domain.

Some special factor determined the key.

"I thought I might have the chance to witness the birth of a Witch." Martha too sighed in disappointment but also felt a sense of relief that Hecate had not become a Witch.

After all, Witches were often extremely dangerous beings.

"It’s fine if you failed, teacher," Xi Mu stood by Hecate’s side to comfort her, and then was flicked on the forehead by her finger.

Afterward, she answered even though her disciple looked puzzled,

"Your teacher has not failed."

"Then why aren’t you happy, teacher?" Xi Mu asked in confusion, while Granny Saisi and Martha nearby also turned with puzzled looks.

Although becoming a Witch meant being an adversary to the Church and All Gods, it similarly meant surpassing the human realm.

It was not exaggerated to say she was a different kind of deity.

"Understanding fate only burdens one with worries," Hecate said, but did not delve deeper into her explanation.

She glanced at Martha, seeming to see through her completely, before withdrawing her gaze.

"Disciple, summon the Witch of Death," she said.

"Okay," Xi Mu nodded, and under everyone’s gaze, he used the Magic Queen’s fresh blood to draw a magic circle, then began reciting the spell to summon the Witch of Death.

"Existing between life and death, deeper than death itself, queen of the realm of death, the absolute possessor of silence..."

The spell echoed, the Magic Queen’s body consumed by ghostly blue flames, and with that, the Witch of Death appeared.

"Ah! So, my kind has appeared," she looked at Hecate, acknowledging her as a Witch.

Although very young, she was indeed a Witch.

"Human, I can offer you a reward, involving even deeper powers of death," she withdrew her gaze, looking at Xi Mu who had summoned her.

Given everything Xi Mu had done so far, even granting deeper death posed no issues at all.

But with Xi Mu in his current state, possessing even deeper death could likely cause him to die from excessive use of the power of death very soon.

So, she slightly limited the scope of the reward.

"..." Xi Mu fell silent for a moment, then stated his desired reward, "I want a weapon that can harness the power of death."

"Over-pursuing death is not wise," the Witch of Death calmly cautioned him, then took out a thick book.

"These are the designs for the weapon."

"Thank you," Xi Mu took the book, did not rush to look through it, and instead went to sit in a nearby chair, waiting for the scene to pass.

And as expected,

"The one who assassinated the Goddess of Plague, was it you?" a gentle yet stern female voice suddenly came through, and everyone followed the sound to see a woman with silver long hair, a black ribbon blindfolding her eyes, elegantly dressed in a long white robe, walking in.