After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 182 - 56: Weakening... to the Death

Jed held the teacup with both hands, looking at her reflection, worried about Ahtal’s safety, hoping that Ahtal could successfully kill Siegfried. All she wanted was to see Ahtal return safely, which would finally put her hanging heart at rest.

But for "Yasiraqi," it was different.

"Yasiraqi, are you... okay?" She looked up at Yasiraqi across from her. The usually calm and confident princess appeared extremely... fragile, which was heart-wrenching to see.

In response, Yasiraqi shook her head, forcing a smile, and pushed the fruit plate in front of her toward Jed.

"It’s okay, I’ve prepared myself mentally."

Jed fell silent, picking up the fruit from the plate and eating it in small bites without continuing the conversation.

She knew that Yasiraqi had feelings for Ahtal and also admired her own father, Siegfried.

And now these two men... were in a deathmatch.

There could be no tie, they had to decide life and death between them, whether it was Siegfried who died or Ahtal who died.

For Yasiraqi, either outcome was an irreversible tragedy.

It was extremely unlucky, her beloved in a death duel with her father, and there was no reason she could stop it.

The fact that Yasiraqi could still remain calm was a sign of great mental fortitude; most people would have already broken down in tears.

And just then.

"Knock knock," the sound of knocking came, and Jed stood up to open the door, surprised to see Eden outside, not expecting this mysterious miss to come for a visit.

"Shh." Eden held a finger to her lips, whispering into Jed’s ear, "Could you let me have some time alone with Yasiraqi?"

Jed hesitated, but seeing Eden’s gentle smile, she chose to trust her, walked out of the room, and gently closed the door.

However, she did not go far, waiting by the door.

A moment later.

Muffled sobs came through, accompanied by Eden’s tender comfort, and this gentle solace, like warming sun melting ice, allowed Yasiraqi’s repressed emotions to burst forth, her crying grew louder.

After a while, the crying lessened, only leaving soft, intermittent sobs.

"Such... strong charisma," Jed murmured to herself. She knew Yasiraqi’s personality; she wouldn’t easily reveal her vulnerability in front of others, even if someone put a knife to her throat, Yasiraqi probably wouldn’t show any weakness or fear.

And yet, that cloaked blonde girl managed to break down Yasiraqi’s defenses in just a few words, releasing those pent-up emotions.

That charisma was a bit frightening.

"Wonder if the boss has won," she mumbled to herself as her thoughts drifted with the snowstorm.

They reached the battlefield.

"Roar!" Siegfried let out an angry dragon’s roar, swinging his hand at the knight in silver armor charging at him on horseback; the resulting tempest was enough to shred an ordinary person’s body into a bloody pulp.

But the knight’s eight-legged horse, like lightning, darted in front of Siegfried, narrowly avoiding the tempest.

The knight took the opportunity to deliver a slash, the Great Sword of Death, wrapped in black flames, slicing open dragon scales, hot blood spraying out.

But in an instant, it healed as if nothing had happened.

This was a near-immortal level of self-healing power, something not even an Ancient Dragon possessed.

Because this was not a power inherent to a "dragon."

It was a power that belonged to the being called Siegfried, known as "Enhancement," which not only strengthened his own powers but also his self-healing abilities and the rate of his Magic Power recovery.

This ultimate pure power brought extraordinary strength, creating the fame of the dragon-slaying Hero.

It was common knowledge that using abilities required Magic Power and that reckless usage would quickly deplete one’s Magic Power.

However, this principle didn’t apply to Siegfried, who could enhance the recovery rate of his Magic Power through his abilities, paradoxically keeping it plentiful.

And he used this abundant Magic Power for battling.

"Bang—!"

Siegfried slapped his chest, a burst of air spreading out from the center, but missing the little bug that had wounded him.

Glancing over, he saw that the knight had vanished into the mountains on horseback.

"Great opportunity!" A green dragon suddenly burst out, aiming a bite at Siegfried’s head, sharp teeth piercing into flesh.

Then, a red glow pierced through him, continuing unabated through the sky, and the green dragon’s body turned to ashes in the process.

"What kind of monster is this?!" The mother dragon watched the scene dumbfounded, unable to believe that a being could resist the bite of a mighty dragon with bodily strength and also spit Dragon Breath to incinerate enemies to ash.

How... can one fight this?

With near-immortal healing power, an unbelievably strong body, Magic Power always at peak condition,

And immense attack power.

"Why else would he be a Hero?" a familiar male voice came through; the mother dragon turned to see Ahtal riding up beside her.

She pursed her lips and said:

"I thought you ran away?"

"Just shook off the boss’s aggro, didn’t run away," Xi Mu replied calmly, addressing the mother dragon, "Compared to the rational Siegfried, now he is... much easier to kill."

The mother dragon’s expression was a mix of emotions.

This human must be blind; if not for the fast-running eight-legged horse, he would have already been smashed by Siegfried.