After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 169 - 49: Sudden... Snow Disaster_2

Regarding the sudden disappearance of her older brother, she had absolutely no clue. Her brother had not died in a heroic duel, but vanished as if evaporated from the world.

This naturally made her feel anxious.

"Don’t worry, have a cup of tea first." Xi Mu maintained a smile, looking at the tall woman in front of him with red wavy long hair and a half-face helmet shaped like bird wings.

The design of this NPC was inspired by the Valkyries of Norse Mythology, naturally possessing combat prowess that was exceedingly brutal. Compared to the mild-mannered Michael, as his sister, Mist likely had the strength to pin Michael to the ground with one hand.

The strongest under the gods, although it might seem exaggerated to say so, they were among the strongest beneath the divine.

Mist fell silent for a moment, looking at Xi Mu’s gentle smile, she was reminded of her own brother Michael; these two men... had some similarities in certain aspects.

She took a step back, maintaining her composure.

"Please, have some." At that moment, Sharon brought over two cups of tea, placed them on the table, and slowly stepped behind Ahtal.

She silently made her stance clear through her actions.

"The following things I’m about to say, please... try not to panic." Xi Mu took a sip from his cup on the table, his demeanor very calm and gentle.

He knew that Mist was receptive to this approach; the more composed and serene he appeared, the more submissive Mist would be. Even if Mist held a blade to his neck, he had to maintain this posture so as to ensure her cooperation in the actions to follow.

Mist nodded slightly.

Right now, she just wanted to know where her brother was and she did not dislike Ahtal. After all, he was acknowledged as a friend by her brother, so he must not be troublesome.

"Michael has been rescued by a deity." Xi Mu put down his teacup, and in the slightly relaxed expression of Mist, he added another sentence.

"The deity who rescued Michael is the God of Blood." As he said this, he saw Mist’s expression freeze.

How terrible.

Sharon turned her head away, unable to bear seeing Mist’s expression. She had never believed that every deity was impeccable; rather, they were all very characteristic.

The God of Blood was notably infamous, not because of the powers he wielded, but for his desire for "beautiful boys," as the legends often told of the God of Blood descending to the mortal world in pursuit of various beautiful young men.

The pursuit of the God of Blood never failed, even men of steel could not escape his advances.

The most famous legend was that the God of Blood transformed into a beautiful girl, journeying with the handsome man he fancied, nurturing affection between them.

And now that Michael had been taken by the God of Blood, even thinking with one’s toes would reveal what lay ahead.

"Where is my brother?" Mist lowered her eyelids, subconsciously gripping the long sword at her waist. Though her voice was as calm as possible, it already revealed murderous intent.

She did not particularly respect the gods; rather, she had always wanted to see if she could stand against a god.

Therefore, learning that her brother had been captured by the God of Blood, her first reaction was to slay the God of Blood.

Not to helplessly accept the reality.

"The God of Blood has been severely injured by the Witch of Death; he should not be able to do much for now." Xi Mu offered a word of comfort, then shook his head.

"As for the current whereabouts of the God of Blood, that’s not something I would know."

"Is that so." Mist nodded, showing a disappointed expression, but she did not insist further.

After all, she guessed the source of Ahtal’s information was probably through narration by the Witch of Death.

Concerning the whereabouts of the God of Blood, she surmised that he truly did not know.

"Perhaps I could... ask the Goddess of Life, or my teacher." Xi Mu changed the subject, smiling gently at Mist.

"The situation may not be as bad as you imagine."

Mist: "..."

If the situation was not that dire, then Ahtal would not have bothered to offer reassurances. The personality of the God of Blood was known to all.

Now, she could only pray that the Witch of Death had been harsh enough to leave the God of Blood without the energy to lay hands on her brother.

"Then, I’m in your debt." She nodded lightly, then stepped aside to not disturb Ahtal’s work.

Seeing this, Xi Mu smiled and continued with his work.

Before playing the game Mysterious Gate, her speculations about the deities within the game were rational and lofty, beings whose divinity transcended their humanity.

After actual contact, it was discovered that... it was quite similar to the mythologies of reality, full of all sorts of absurd events, and not a group of divine beings who are aloof from the world.

Some time later.

The work was finished.

"Sharon, the Heresy Tribunal is now in your hands," Xi Mu said, pulling back his chair and smiling at Sharon beside him, "I hope we can meet again in Hell."

Sharon’s mouth fell open as if she wanted to persuade him to stay, but she knew Ahtal couldn’t possibly remain in the Black Rose Kingdom.

She forced a smile and said:

"Lord Ahetar, I hope to see you in Hell."

"..." Xi Mu nodded, then departed with Mist, while Sharon watched their retreating figures, raising her hand to gently touch her chest.

She was unclear about the feeling in her heart, but she knew she was reluctant to see Ahtal leave, yet there was nothing she could do.

Other people are Hell itself.

This idea was not wrong; even if Ahtal was Heaven, flawless in character, it didn’t mean Ahtal... wouldn’t hurt others.

After all, people must part ways eventually.

...

...

Outside the Heresy Tribunal.

"That girl, I wish you could have stayed," Mist suddenly said to Ahtal.

To this, Xi Mu remained silent, merely setting his gaze ahead. There, a girl in a gray cloak was approaching them.

"Lord Ahetar, it’s such a... great relief that you are unharmed," the girl in the gray cloak said as she reached them and took off her hood, revealing her delicate features.

She smiled at Xi Mu.

"Do you have any plans for what comes next?"

"I intend to fulfill a promise," Xi Mu answered, "to go to Sky City and kill Siegfried."

Now he only had thirty days left of his life, and if he used the power of death in battle, it would accelerate the depletion of his lifespan even more.

So he must kill Siegfried.

"Is that so." Eden nodded calmly, then turned to look at the tall and dignified Mist standing beside.

This man always had beauties by his side.

"Eden, are you going to travel with me next?" Xi Mu asked suddenly, only to see Eden move to his side, answering with her actions.

"I see, having you accompany me through my final journey wouldn’t be so bad." He smiled gently, then raised his hand to catch a snowflake that was falling from the sky.

"Why is it snowing?"

"It’s a snow calamity," Eden replied, looking at the snowflake in Xi Mu’s palm, "It’s a snow calamity born to replace the plague."

Xi Mu seemed puzzled and asked, "What’s the point of a snow calamity?"

"What’s the point of a plague?" Eden countered, and after a moment of thought, Xi Mu responded:

"The plague serves to regulate the balance of life in this world."

"..." Eden shook her head, put her hood back on to conceal her expression, and then a cool voice followed.

"Snow calamity and plague, they both serve the same purpose."

"Is that so." Xi Mu looked up at the countless snowflakes falling from the sky, feeling the air grow colder, and exhaled a white breath.

The world was falling into ruin faster than he had anticipated, and the snow calamity was just the beginning.

The snow calamity that was supposed to unfold nearly a year later was now being hastened by the actions of the Witch of Death.