After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 153 - 41: Well-designed Stage_2

Meanwhile.

At the Heresy Tribunal.

"Michael... right?" Xi Mu intertwined his fingers, looking at the beauty with golden hair across from him, as if joking:

"You really are as beautiful as the rumors say."

"This is just a result of my abilities." Shaking his head, Michael smiled unexpectedly debonair, giving off a very amicable feeling.

Xi Mu nodded, took out a sheet of paper, "This is a type of magic that can enhance abilities, consider it my payment to you."

"Lord Ahetar, are you planning to hire me for something?" Michael accepted the paper but did not look at it.

Xi Mu shook his head and said:

"Your coming to the Black Rose Kingdom is help enough. This ’manifesting to me’ magic is the only reward I can offer to heroes."

He kept his smile.

"I invited you here this time simply to make friends with you, I hope you don’t mind."

"I would be delighted." Michael laughed heartily, making one’s heart race—a manifestation of his unconscious charm.

However, Xi Mu was immune to it and instead asked about something else. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"I heard you have a very powerful younger sister, why haven’t I seen her?"

"..." Michael’s smile faded a bit, "My sister is fending off an admirer and finds it inconvenient to come over."

"If you need assistance, you can look for me." Xi Mu said with a smile, choosing not to pry, but he did know who the admirer close to Michael was.

He wielded the power of the God of Blood, now staying by Michael’s side as an admirer and hostile towards any male approaching Michael.

After a while, when he killed Siegfried, he would be able to coordinate with Michael to take down the God of Blood, this experience packet.

And at that moment.

"Lord Ahetar, your prediction was correct." Sharon’s figure suddenly appeared, ready to deliver the report.

But after seeing Michael, she kept silent.

"Michael’s character can be trusted." Xi Mu waved his hand, "Just say it outright, it’s fine."

"The Witch of Death might truly be in the Black Rose Kingdom." Sharon’s indifferent voice conveyed gravity, "According to the cultists, they will sacrifice the entire Black Rose Royal City in three days, all souls will be gathered to the Witch of Death."

"Since it’s three days from now, that’s enough time for us to leave the Black Rose Royal City." Xi Mu immediately responded, but Sharon shook her head and explained:

"Anyone who actively leaves the Black Rose territory will... die. The Witch of Death has set up a barrier, and leaving the Black Rose Royal City will force death."

Xi Mu thought for a moment, and said coldly:

"What if I killed everyone in advance?"

"Anyone within the Black Rose Kingdom cannot die, even if their heart is pierced through." Sharon delivered the news of desperation.

"The barrier set by the Witch of Death seems to be imbued with a resistance to death, preventing anyone from killing each other in advance to send their souls to Hell."

"Then all we can do is pray to the Goddess of Death." Xi Mu shook his head, seemingly helpless.

Sharon fell silent for a moment, then said:

"I’ll go urge the King."

"Hmm." Xi Mu smiled and nodded, watching Sharon disappear from the spot, and then leaning back in his chair, seeming to feel... weary.

Michael, who was beside him, saw Xi Mu’s tired expression, picked up the teapot on the table, poured a cup, and pushed it in front of Xi Mu.

"Lord Ahetar, the situation has not reached an irredeemable stage." His smile was bright, "If you need, I can help dispel some fatigue."

"No need." Xi Mu refused without a second thought; he knew Michael’s method of dispelling fatigue, which was to give a caring hug.

"Please let me rest for a moment,"

"All right," Michael rose, planning to leave Xi Mu alone, but just as he stood up and walked towards the door,

Xi Mu suddenly said something.

"Could you give ’manifesting to me’ to the heroes? Even if it’s just a slight increase in strength, it’s still a good thing,"

"Sure, I’ll handle it," Michael nodded seriously and then hastened out of the room, since Ahtal, the hero, had asked him to do so.

He was bound not to disappoint.

"..." Xi Mu picked up the teacup on the table, looking at his reflection in the cup, he truly wanted all the heroes to learn ’manifesting to me’.

Otherwise, how would he farm more experience points?

Of course, he couldn’t just pick up a sword and attack the heroes now, or he would immediately reveal his identity, and he wouldn’t stand a chance against the heroes when they ganged up on him.

However, if he wanted to kill the heroes in a reasonable manner, then the method was simply too simple. All he needed was for the Witch of Death to add a rule.

In the arena of the Witch of Death, the souls of the defeated wouldn’t be taken but instead granted the qualification to go to Hell. Then, the heroes would join the duel voluntarily for the chance of reincarnation, becoming his experience packs one after another.

Of course, this method of harvesting experience was too crude and inconvenient for maximizing benefits. He could also arrange for a ’wish’ to be granted to the ultimate victor.

And the content of that wish was for the Witch of Death to spare the Black Rose Kingdom.

"Heroes, don’t let me down," Xi Mu finished the water in his cup, then continued sifting through the documents. He was organizing information on the heroes within the Black Rose Royal City, making it easier to arrange the fights according to his needs, to maximize his experience points.

After all, the heroes here varied in strength: if the fights were arranged randomly, it might lead to two suitable experience packs dying prematurely.

Meanwhile,

In the hall where the heroes gathered,

"Ah... I know about ’manifesting to me’," a fair-complexioned youth spoke up, attracting the attention of all the heroes present.

"This magic was developed by the Creation Witch."

"Magic developed by the Creation Witch?" Michael was slightly taken aback, looking at the paper in his hands, he hesitated for a moment about whether to teach it to the heroes.

To this, the fair-complexioned youth smiled.

"This magic is harmless, and All Gods don’t mind their followers learning it. You can study it with confidence,"

"How can you be so sure that All Gods won’t mind, this is magic researched by the Creation Witch after all?" A tall, handsome man holding two guns voiced his strong doubt, "I’ve never heard of All Gods allowing the study of witches’ magic."

Because I am a God.

The fair-complexioned youth maintained his smile, wishing he could immediately reveal his divine identity and show his towering stature.

But he was patient now, he wouldn’t let Michael know he was the God of Blood until he fully won Michael’s affection.

Otherwise, the affection wouldn’t be pure; he wanted Michael to like him purely, without any mixture of status.

"I just happen to know it. If you don’t believe me, you can go to a church of the God of Blood and pray to the deity to ask,"

The fair-complexioned youth smiled, but soon his smile froze.

Next to him, a man wearing golden armor with his hands in his pockets scoffed, "There’s no church of the God of Blood in the Black Rose Kingdom, there’s no way to verify it."

"At least let us find a deity with a church," someone couldn’t help but retort. There were many deities in this world, and depending on the culture of the area, the number of churches varied. The God of Blood was one whose churches were very scarce.

In the Black Rose Kingdom, a place where the main faith was the Goddess of Death, there was no possibility of a church of the God of Blood.

"It’s possible in the church of the God of War."

A bald man came forward, his face marked with red lines, his upper body bare, and his smile was hearty and dominant.

"There is a church of the God of War in the Black Rose Kingdom, isn’t there?" He glanced at the fair-complexioned youth, grinning.

"Don’t worry, I’ve also heard that ’manifesting to me’ is magic allowed by All Gods."