After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 101 - 16: Riding the Little Mare

The light of the fire flickered.

Laila squatted down, her fingers gently brushing over the inscriptions on the wall, looking extremely surprised. Not only did it record the magic of the Creation Witch, but it also detailed the Creation Witch’s understanding of the world.

"Ha... this is really exaggerated." She withdrew her finger from the wall, sighing deeply, "From the perspective of the Creation Witch, the world is a special kind of living entity, and we are just... components that drive the growth of this world."

She explained to the students behind her.

"Civilization, life, technology, deities, including witches, are all factors that drive the growth of this world."

"Witches are indeed the heretics of this world." A student spoke up, a look of difficulty accepting this on their face, "The world is clearly created by the God of Omniscience."

Originally, the world was a uniform whole until the God of Omniscience descended and planted the symbol of life in the uniform world. The once uniform world began to flow, and the contradictory yet unified duality was born.

And thus the world came into being.

This is the origin of the world known even to three-year-old children, yet now the Creation Witch claims the world is a life form, and all of them are merely parts that push the world to change.

Without doubt, this challenged their worldview.

The other students, although not voicing their opposition, mostly took for granted that the recordings on the wall were fabricated.

"We’re just here to investigate." Laila shook her head, turning to look at the students behind her, indicating for them to take rubbings of the inscriptions on the wall.

Right after, she saw a girl in red suddenly dart out, wielding a great sword, and striking at the statue of the Creation Witch not far away. With the sweep of the blade, the head of the Creation Witch’s statue was severed.

After confirming that the statue’s head was severed, the girl in red didn’t hesitate to turn around and leave, not even glancing at them.

"Bang!" The stone head hit the ground and rolled a few times.

The atmosphere grew tense.

Laila’s eyes widened in horror as she watched the stone head come to rest facing her, feeling as if her heart had stopped beating in that moment, as if gripped by an invisible hand.

The nearby students and guards were stunned at first, then collectively showed terrified expressions and scrambled out of the church.

Even if the Creation Witch was considered a heretic, she was still a very powerful one. They dared to enter the church to gather intelligence, but never considered smashing the statue of the Creation Witch—that was, after all, a statue of the most fearsome witch of the past.

Indeed they did not worship the Creation Witch, yet they also feared her, worried that their blasphemy would incite her wrath and bring upon them a mysterious curse.

Such things had happened before. There was once a bold king who found the statue of a witch to be quite beautiful, so he inscribed his name on the thigh of the statue and even drew several circle-cross symbols. The incident became widely known.

Logically, that witch should have long been dead, unable to enact any revenge upon mortals who defiled her.

However, the reality was that the entire royal family became afflicted by a mysterious curse that became ingrained in their bloodline.

Any family member with a close blood relation would, upon reaching the age of sixteen, succumb to rapid aging and die irreversibly.

So, defiling the statue was something they truly didn’t dare to do.

Meanwhile.

In an alley.

"It’s been smashed." A plaintive voice rang out as the Ghostly Queen floated by, holding the great sword, "I can never go back now."

"Don’t be so unwilling." Jed placed one hand on his hip, looking at the defeated expression of the Ghostly Queen, and comforted:

"Anyway, once you reincarnate, you won’t remember anything about this life."

Ghostly Queen: "..."

"Since things are already bad, don’t think too much about it." Xi Mu glanced at the people who fled the church, and his gaze just happened to meet Laila’s before swiftly drifting apart.

"Let’s go, we’re heading to the next church."

"Yes." The Ghostly Queen sighed wearily, carrying her sword as she floated toward the next church, intimately familiar with the location of every church in the city.

Therefore, she knew exactly how to destroy all the statues.

And Xi Mu, looking at the disheartened Ghostly Queen, surveyed the surroundings, catching just a glimpse of an eight-legged horse that disappeared in the distance.

Those who invaded the castle, if they didn’t find the falling star within, would surely shift their focus elsewhere, likely soon becoming aware of the destruction of the statues of the Creation Witch, and they would certainly investigate.

By then, he could legitimately harvest the experience heading his way, while also luring out the little mare.

In times of crisis, appearing to help a knight trapped in peril, fighting side by side.

By that time, it wouldn’t be him wanting to ride the little mare, but the little mare willingly allowing herself to be ridden; there would be no master-servant dynamic.

Naturally, the little mare wouldn’t resist much.

And as long as he coaxed the little mare a bit later, he could ride her on a rampage, roaming the lands of the world.

...

...

Some time later.

The significant damage to the statues of the Creation Witch within the city drew the attention of the invaders, who launched a thorough investigation.

At this moment, inside another church.

"Can you speed it up?" Xi Mu muffled the struggling Bunny Girl’s mouth with his hand, ignoring her struggle, and urged the Ghostly Queen not far away.

"If we keep delaying, we’re going to be in danger."