After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 201 - 65: You Should Have Said So Earlier

"Mist and Ahtal have come to rescue you," the God of Blood said with eyes closed, his voice weak as he lightly chuckled towards Michael, who was shackled beside him:

"I am about to die, and even if they didn’t come to rescue you, you could leave the Temple of Blood sooner or later."

"Can’t we seek a god to heal you?" Michael looked at the God of Blood who sat on the throne, resembling a dried-up corpse, blood flowing from him.

After returning to the Temple of Blood, the God of Blood, who was obsessed with the beauty of men, did not immediately lay a hand on him, but instead fell into... a deep slumber.

After waking up, he appeared feeble, even more devoid of the strength to strike at him, similar to how a man in the throes of a high fever might struggle to achieve an erection.

"Is there a cure for ’Death’ poisoning in you?" the God of Blood asked back, then immediately answered his own question.

"After being imbued with the concept of death, my lifespan was forcibly reduced, to the point where I’m even less than an ordinary person."

Now, his state was forcibly locked to a certain degree by the concept of ’Death,’ not only in terms of lifespan but also the recovery speed of his Divine Power. He would just have to wait until his lifespan reached its end.

Then he would inevitably fall into death.

This was the troublesome aspect of the Witch of Death; it wasn’t just a simple granting of the concept of death. The state of the body itself was also forcibly weakened, perpetually approaching the state of death.

"Is that so." Michael lowered his eyelids, masking the worry in his eyes. He wasn’t concerned about the God of Blood but about Mist and Ahtal, who had come to save him, fearful that the dying God of Blood might descend into madness.

"Actually, there is a way to be saved," the God of Blood changed his tone, "if the Witch of Death is willing to actively retract the concept of death she has imparted."

He lifted his withered hand.

"But we need to find a bargaining chip that will make the Witch of Death compromise."

"Perhaps you could try pleading with the Witch of Death," Michael suggested as if jesting, and upon hearing this, the God of Blood laughed, leaning weakly against the cold throne, alone with Michael in the empty temple.

Had he been in his normal state, he would already have held an unhindered grand ceremony by now.

"Just pleading is too naive, finding a bargaining chip that satisfies the Witch of Death is the only way to facilitate mutual cooperation," he said, his voice growing ever weaker.

"Does the Witch of Death care about that... hero? If we capture him and use him to negotiate with the Witch of Death, could he be considered a bargaining chip?"

Michael: "..."

What exactly is this guy thinking, why would he assume the Witch of Death cares about Ahtal, even contemplating capturing Ahtal as a negotiating tool.

In response, the God of Blood provided an explanation: "The Witch of Death granted Ahtal the Great Sword of Death, such favor in the past was reserved for only one person."

It seemed he was almost hypnotizing himself.

"Moreover, Ahtal is a genius, he could conceivably become a Demon, and be by the Witch of Death’s side, therefore deserving of her attention."

"You’re just scared of dying," Michael said evenly, "Now, you’re beginning to deceive yourself in your desperation to survive."

"..."

The God of Blood fell silent, lightly tapping the floor with his fingers. Blood began to seep onto the stone slabs of the great hall, giving rise to figures one after the other.

They were all warriors of the Church of Blood.

"Bring Ahtal here, alive."

"Yes," the Blood Pope bowed his head, replying with sincere devotion, even though the deity he worshipped was weak and might fall into eternal sleep at any moment.

...

...

Meanwhile.

Outside the castle.

"Am I opening it the wrong way?"

Xi Mu stood in front of the castle gates, overlooking the seal below the mountain, a hint of confusion and surprise on his face as he seemed to not fully comprehend the current situation.

What met his gaze was not an endless snowy landscape but a vast, boundless jungle. Giants that seemed to be made of stone were dragging a mountainous carriage, slowly moving towards an unknown destination.

Behind thick clouds, a pair of blood-red eyes intermittently visible exerted a dangerous pressure, as if someone... was watching this world from beyond its borders.

"To ensure the security of the God of Blood, the Lord has released the aberrations," explained the headless maid who stood behind him.

"It is to make sure that nobody can approach the Temple of Blood."

"That’s some profound friendship," Xi Mu remarked with a subtle expression, but the headless maid paid no mind to the subtlety in his tone.

She slightly raised the birdcage she held, allowing her own head to meet Ahtal’s eyes.

"You should have realized by now what our Lord is like, right? He seems very timid and frightened, doesn’t he?"

"..."

Xi Mu nodded.

"It’s not a disguise, our Lord is genuinely timid," the headless maid critiqued without mercy, then added, "However, that’s also where our Lord is dangerous. Our Lord manifests his fear into this world, this source of fear being known as the God of Fear, both a constraint and a protection for our Lord."

Thus she explained.

"Unless one can transcend the source of fear, nobody can defile our Lord." With that, the headless maid turned crisply and left.

Xi Mu glanced at the source of fear in the sky, then called forth his little mare and departed.

The overlapping environment was actually the world within the God of Fear’s heart mingling with reality, causing a transformation in the real world.

If players took the path of accompanying the God of Fear and triumphed over the God of Omniscience, then the world of the God of Fear’s heart would overlay the existing one.