After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 159 - 44 Infinite Swords... cough, Weapon Making_2

Chapter 159: Chapter 44 Infinite Swords... cough, Weapon Making_2

At this, Michael smiled and said, "Since we’re friends now, of course I came to chat."

Honestly, his purpose for this visit was indeed to chat, not out of any special reason, but purely because he found Ahtal rather interesting.

Xi Mu nodded, "What would you like to talk about?"

"Hmm, how about we talk about life’s ambitions?" Michael thought for a moment and asked tentatively. He was curious about what sort of ideals a well-known Hero like Ahtal might have, seeing as he basically possessed everything that people desired.

Xi Mu feigned deep thought and then responded, "Does wanting to become a Demon count as a life’s ambition?"

Michael: "..."

Before Ahtal could reply, he had imagined several possible answers and was ready to engage in conversation with each one to bring himself closer to Ahtal.

However, the answer Ahtal provided was unexpectedly honest. Desiring to become a Demon was something one would think but never say outright.

Yet, Ahtal had just candidly shared this with him.

"Then what is your ambition?" Xi Mu asked, even though he already knew Michael’s ambitions but felt it necessary to advance the conversation.

After all, the character of Michael was tied to a very important plotline, allowing players to delve deep into the setting of the Mysterious Gate game.

The secrets of the birth of All Gods and unconventional methods to break through the limits of humanity could be found in Michael’s storyline.

Of course, he didn’t intend to follow Michael’s storyline to its entirety, just until he could defeat the God of Blood.

When faced with the inquiry, Michael pondered seriously and, considering Ahtal’s candidness, shared his own ambition.

"To become a deity, is that too arrogant?"

"..." Xi Mu fell silent for a moment, locking eyes with Michael and then relaxed into a smile, "It’s very normal for you to have such a thought." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"..."

Michael showed a curious expression; his idea was even more impractical than becoming a Demon, so why would Ahtal think it was normal?

To this, Xi Mu explained:

"To realize an ambition, you need power and a legitimate identity; thus, aspiring to become a deity is only natural."

The Michael sitting next to him did not yearn for the immortal and lofty existence of a deity, but purely because to realize the world in his heart, Michael would need the power and status of a deity.

Otherwise, he couldn’t achieve his vision.

It wasn’t for immortality.

It wasn’t for worship.

It wasn’t for power.

It was because Michael believed he could create a better world, one where everyone lived better than now.

That was the reason Michael wanted to become a deity.

"It feels like you’ve completely seen through me." Michael laughed happily, his gaze towards Ahtal warm, this man... fully understood him, making him even more eager to engage deeply with Ahtal.

Yet,

"Michael, I... have something very important to talk to you about," came a somewhat gritted voice, as the God of Blood suddenly appeared behind Xi Mu and Michael.

He watched Xi Mu with jealousy and whispered low:

"Michael is... a man, don’t get so close to him."

Michael: "..."

"Being a man doesn’t prevent us from being friends." Waving his hand, Xi Mu seemed to not notice the jealousy in the words of the God of Blood.

He deliberately put his hand on Michael’s shoulder.

"Men don’t need to keep their distance." After saying this, he deliberately squeezed Michael’s shoulder, the softness resembling that of a woman’s.

The God of Blood grew even more jealous, this human deserved to die; he had never touched Michael’s shoulder, yet still managed to remain calm.

After all, the Witch of Death’s gaze was currently focused on the Black Rose Kingdom, and if he attracted the attention of the Witch of Death, he might truly die here.

So he regulated his breathing.

"Michael, I have something urgent to discuss with you."

Michael nodded, then stood up, smiling at Xi Mu, "Ahtal, it was a pleasure chatting with you."

"Hope to see you next time." Waving his hand, Xi Mu watched Michael walk away with the God of Blood, then directed his gaze toward the dueling grounds.

And just at that moment.

"Let’s start the second round of games!"

Atop the Clock Tower, the puppet girl opened her mouth with a giggle.

"The rules of this game are hero duels. Each hero bears a thousand souls, and if a hero dies in the duel, those thousand souls will be taken by the Witch. They’ll lose their qualification to advance to Hell."

At this, she touched her cheek.

"Of course, there are rewards. The last hero standing will have the opportunity to meet with the Witch of Death."

"Perhaps there’s a chance to persuade the Witch of Death to spare everyone." With the snap of her fingers, more puppets fell from the sky, randomly selecting some unlucky individuals to be hoisted up and dropped into their respective hero’s fighting arena.

Not one soul more or less, each arena had a thousand... no, there was one arena with ten thousand people, packed completely full.

"Oh, I have some unfortunate news."

The puppet girl glanced at Sharon beside her and drawled deliberately, "Out of revenge for someone who chopped off my head."

She regarded Sharon’s furious gaze.

"So I decided to increase Ahtal’s number by tenfold... meaning that Ahtal has to challenge ten heroes at once."

"If he fails, then the souls of ten thousand and one will be taken by the Witch of Death."

Sharon pursed her lips, her gaze icily terrifying.

But now, she didn’t dare target the puppet girl. She might not fear death, but she didn’t want to implicate Ahtal.

So now... all she could do was endure.

Any word now could provoke the puppet girl, maliciously targeting Ahtal, which would lead to Ahtal’s soul being taken by the Witch of Death.

If she had the chance to survive, she would definitely hunt down the puppet girl relentlessly, until she had killed every last one of her avatars.

...

...

The arena.

"Follow me to the core arena for the duel," an avatar of the puppet girl, standing next to Ahtal, said in her invariably unpleasant tone.

"Duel under the watchful eyes of the Witch of Death."

"..."

Xi Mu glanced at the crowd surrounding him and silently followed the puppet girl, heading towards the arena of the Witch of Death.

Shortly after.

Guided by the puppet girl, Xi Mu walked through a dim corridor, casting behind him bottle after bottle of Magic Potion.

Until light filled his eyes, and the view suddenly opened up.

Opposite him stood a dwarf, unarmed, locking eyes with a sense of resignation.

"The souls of ten thousand versus a thousand. Which do you think is more important?" the dwarf asked, scratching his head, as he stepped closer to Xi Mu.

"Usually, I’d choose to beat up the person asking the question," replied Xi Mu, drawing the Hunting King’s Greatsword and stepping towards the dwarf.

The dwarf facing him was the most troublesome of the ten duelists he needed to face, so he intentionally chose to have him come out first.

To make sure he dealt with him in his prime condition.

"People who ask this question usually aren’t easy to beat," the dwarf said with a shake of his head, spreading out his arms. "Behold, my... weapons cache."

With a low chant, the scenery abruptly transformed.

The arena turned into a cave of flowing lava, different styles of weapons planted in the ground.

The dwarf was now armored, casually grabbing a hammer next to him, explaining to Xi Mu as he approached.

"Each weapon here has been personally touched by me, each one a powerful weapon containing combat skills, there’s a solution for any enemy."

As a dwarf, he was obsessed with weapons, longing for all the world’s precious weapons. Thus, he developed the ability to record all types of weapons. In his heart’s kingdom, any weapon he had touched could be replicated and he could freely use the combat skills contained in those weapons.

So he could tailor his response to any enemy.

Of course, this wasn’t without its flaws. The weapons in his kingdom of the heart were not as high-quality as the real ones.

But with such a vast number to compensate, that wasn’t much of a problem.