After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 162 - 46: The Final Showdown
Duelist’s Rest Room.
"It’s just the two of us now," the woman leaned back on the bench, looking up at the ceiling lamp, a broadsword resting on her shoulder.
"Given Ahtal’s current weak state, you could probably win."
"Am I right to have survived?" the reply came from a young boy, sitting on a chair with bangs covering his complex eyes.
"Ahtal carries ten thousand souls, whereas I only carry one thousand."
"Dwelling on such thoughts only pleases the Witch," the woman responded, yet she did not directly answer the boy’s question, after all, she too did not know how to choose.
And at that moment.
A doll-like young girl walked in cheerfully and greeted the only two remaining in the rest room, saying:
"Have you decided who is going to kill Ahtal?"
"I will," the woman threw the cigarette from her mouth to the ground, extinguished it with her black high heels, and walked towards the exit of the rest room.
However, just before leaving, she asked:
"If I give up the name of Hero, can I survive?"
"..."
The doll-like girl pondered for a moment before cheerfully replying, "I don’t know about that kind of question either, maybe you could ask the Witch of Death."
"Is that so." The woman rested the broadsword on her shoulder and headed for the dueling arena.
The doll-like girl then withdrew her gaze and turned it towards the boy sitting aside, who was flipping a Gold Coin between his fingers with his head bowed.
"Emi, you should try your best to kill Ahtal later on."
"..." Emi glanced at the girl and sank back into thought, pondering whether he should fight Ahtal with all his might.
With his "luck" ability, he could achieve victory in a dramatic fashion, even if he was less skilled than his opponent. In the past, by chance, he happened to pass by a Hero slaying a dragon, just happened to see the dragon’s body fall before him, and just happened to be spotted standing in front of the dragon.
He then became the Hero spoken of by the people.
And now, he was still so fortunate; out of ten Heroes who challenged Ahtal, he was the last remaining challenger.
And at this time, Ahtal was already in his weakest state.
Some time later.
The door was pushed open again, as the doll-like girl’s duplicate entered the rest room, looking at Emi who was still playing with the Gold Coin, she revealed a malicious smile.
"As one who has also slain a dragon, I truly anticipate your battle," she pointed outside.
"It’s your turn to go on stage."
"Will our fight please the Witch?" Emi stood up and posed the question to the doll-like girl.
She maintained her smile without responding to such a trivial question; the Witch of Death, of course, had no interest in observing the duels of mortals.
All of this was to force the Goddess of Death to descend.
Seeing this, Emi seemed to find his answer and left the rest room. As he passed by the doll-like girl, he said:
"Those who consort with Witches never have a good end."
"..."
The doll-like girl’s smile faded.
She had already transformed herself into a doll, a heretical life not allowed by All Gods. If she didn’t join the Witch’s camp, sooner or later the Church would hunt her down.
So, she never had a choice from the start.
Unless she agreed to abide by the natural end of life, but the thought of dying, going to Hell, and being reincarnated as someone else,
Filled her with a fear... worse than death itself.
...
...
Traversing the dim passageway,
Emi looked toward the knight in silver armor, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the arena, surrounded by several batches of Magic Potion, looking rather weary.
Clearly not at his peak.
"You’re not using ’manifesting to me’?" Xi Mu pushed himself up using his knees, then drew out the Hunting King’s Greatsword that was stuck in the ground beside him.
In response, Emi answered,
"I already have." He said as he drew the thin sword from his waist and approached Ahtal.
After using ’manifesting to me’, he could see different people’s luck, a capability akin to having a glimpse into fate.
This power was close to that of Hecate.
"Good," Xi Mu smiled satisfactorily. Some people, after using the magic ’manifesting to me’, did not undergo significant physical changes but had their bodily organs enhanced to perceive information imperceptible to ordinary people.
"Sorry, but I have to kill you." Emi declared his impending victory and, like lightning, his thin sword thrust forth sharply.
The blade crisply and cleanly sliced through the air.
"Clang—"
The clear sound of clashing swords echoed across the arena, accompanied by a burst of brilliant sparks, and the battle came swiftly to an end.
Blood gushed from Emi’s chest; his body collapsed to the ground, the flowing blood staining the floor red, as he lost all signs of life.
Why did it... come to this.
Xi Mu shook the blood off the greatsword and turned to look at Emi, lying on the ground, lifeless. This NPC was set to have good luck, capable of winning battles in unbelievable ways.
However, in the actual fight with the player, there was no sign of such fortune, not only were the combat skills quite ordinary, but the strength wasn’t great either.
Withdrawing his gaze,
Xi Mu walked towards the spectators’ area, leaped into the stands under the eyes of the Cultists, and found a seat to sit down.
"Lord Ahtal, congratulations on surviving," said the Bloody Countess, her delicate hand covering her lips as she chuckled softly, "Would you consider joining us?"
Xi Mu answered promptly, "No."
