After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 213 - 70 Ash Kingdom_2

"You are living in my house, after all."

"This is our rare chance for a private conversation." Xi Mu’s expression revealed a hint of disdain, but the Goddess of Lies acted as if she didn’t see it and naturally climbed through the window into the room.

Xi Mu shook his head but still took out three wine glasses. The residence he was in now had been created by the Goddess of Lies; she used her lies to twist reality and conjured a manor out of nothing in the forest.

This was a power near omnipotence, making the Goddess of Lies a mighty deity among All Gods.

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The following day.

Afternoon.

"Wait, don’t kill me!" the cultists of the Church of Blood pleaded in panic, waving their hands frantically and scraping their feet on the ground, their body pressed against the castle wall.

However, Xi Mu still coldly swung down the Sword of Light, slicing the cultist in half.

Afterwards, he turned his gaze toward a headless maid not far away.

"I really didn’t want to meet you, but you’re here to kill me as well, aren’t you?"

"I have no reason to kill you," said the headless maid, lifting the birdcage in her hands toward Xi Mu’s cheek.

From the birdcage, the woman’s head let out a light laugh.

"It’s hard to imagine you being such a valiant man, not only causing heavy losses to the Church of Blood but also managing to escape unscathed under the watch of deities."

She curled her crimson lips.

"I’m almost... enamored with you."

"It seems you have quite a disdain for the Church of Blood?" Xi Mu inquired with curiosity, and the headless maid readily admitted.

"I do have a profound disdain, not just because of the unpleasant stench of blood, but also because the deity they worship is very despicable," she said as she turned around to lead the way.

"You’re here to see the God of Fear, right?"

"Right," Xi Mu nodded and followed behind the headless maid’s figure, heading for the bedroom of the God of Fear.

En route.

The headless maid seemed to recall something, suddenly stopped, and eyed Xi Mu with a serious look, asking:

"Ahtal, are you still yourself now?"

"Why do you ask that?" Xi Mu expressed his confusion, seeming not to understand the headless maid’s question at all.

To this, the headless maid laughed lightly.

"This morning, someone visited the God of Fear, and they mentioned you, saying you might be the cause of Ragnarok."

She lifted the birdcage, drawing it close to Xi Mu’s face.

"People infected by Sulter’s fire will gradually descend into madness, and their original personality will completely vanish."

"But I don’t feel that you are showing any symptoms."

Xi Mu tugged at the corner of his mouth and asked, "How else did they slander me?"

"I didn’t hear it all, but they’re just suspicious of the power and state you demonstrated yesterday," the headless maid thought for a moment, "like a Shura who delights in slaughter."

"Shouldn’t I be happy to beat my enemies? Am I supposed to look downcast?" Xi Mu explained helplessly.

"Indeed, you should be laughing with joy," the headless maid said with a pleased smile, "when killing the cultists of the Church of Blood, one should laugh heartily."

She let down her guard and continued to lead Xi Mu forward.

She had indeed been somewhat worried Ahtal was the chosen instigator of Ragnarok, but seeing Ahtal acting so normally, she let go of her suspicions.

With the power Ahtal was showing now, it was absolutely impossible to threaten the God of Fear, unless Ahtal’s real identity was that of a Demon, currently concealing his true power.

But if he truly had the power of a Demon, dealing with a weakened God of Blood would be an easy task.

There was no need to seek the help of the God of Fear.

Along the lengthy corridor, the headless maid brought Xi Mu to a large door and then pushed it open with one hand.

"Go ahead, the God of Fear is waiting inside for you."

"Thank you," Xi Mu said with a smile, his demeanor extremely gentle, showing no signs of madness or danger.

He walked into the room with poise to see the God of Fear hugging his knees, sitting at the head of the bed, his gaze shifting away as they made eye contact.

"Has the Witch of Death agreed to help the God of Blood remove the toxin of death?"

"No," Xi Mu shook his head, sat down by the bed, and looked at the unnatural expression of the God of Fear.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"No," the God of Fear’s gaze was evasive. He didn’t even have the concept of death, so how could he feel unwell? It was just that this morning, after meeting the Goddess of Lies and the All-Knowing Saintess, he had learned some frightening information from them.

The human in front of him could very well be the catalyst chosen by Ragnarok, and they had cited a series of justifications.

Then, the All-Knowing Saintess and the Goddess of Lies had asked him to test Ahtal, to confirm whether Ahtal was the trigger for Ragnarok.

Now, he was to assume that Ahtal was the trigger for Ragnarok, without arousing Ahtal’s suspicion.

To confirm Ahtal’s true identity.

"Is that so?" Xi Mu nodded lightly, not probing into the anomaly of the God of Fear, and instead brought up another matter.

"May I ask a favor of you?"

"You want me to withdraw my protection from the God of Blood, right?" the God of Fear asked indifferently, shaking his head.

"What gives you the right to ask me to give up protecting my own friend?"

Xi Mu fell silent.

"However, since you are willing to risk your life for a friend," The God of Fear lifted his chin slightly, "I can give you a chance, provided you can please me."

"Please you?" Xi Mu displayed an extremely disdainful expression, as if looking at non-recyclable trash.

At this, the God of Fear quickly waved his hand, "I am not interested in men, I am simply asking you to please me, that’s all."

"What do you want me to do?" Xi Mu inquired, and then he saw the God of Fear snap his fingers casually, causing a lavish mirror to appear nearby.

"That is a mirror that shows the possibilities of the future," the God of Fear explained, also producing a pill, saying:

"This is a Magic Potion created by the Three Goddesses of Fate, allowing the consumer to foresee their own future."

"You want to see my future?" Xi Mu frowned, then smiled helplessly, "Do you suspect that I am the catalyst for Ragnarok?"

He took the pill.

"If I really am the catalyst for Ragnarok, would you eliminate me in advance?"

"The gods will judge," the God of Fear did not answer directly. He didn’t actually believe that Ahtal could be the catalyst for Ragnarok; history had seen many people tainted by Sulter’s fire, among them, many outstanding individuals, yet no one had been chosen as the trigger for Ragnarok.

However, since both the All-Knowing Saintess and the Goddess of Lies had made the request, he could hardly refuse; he just needed to go through the motions.

"Understood." Xi Mu’s response was decisive, without hesitation, he swallowed the pill and then covered his forehead and fell into a faint.

Afterward.

The God of Fear saw, named as fate... or perhaps as time itself, in that distant end of time, there existed an outcome.

Above the high heavens, the body of the God of Omniscience was pierced by a lance, nailed to the void, and holding tightly to the lance was a one-eyed man, his body seething like a burning coal, astride an eight-legged divine steed.

Despite the great change in appearance, the God of Fear recognized at a glance that it was the human known as Ahtal.

No, that was not the point.

The point was the scene shown in the mirror, where Ahtal was piercing the God of Omniscience with a lance.

Could it be that Ahtal truly was the trigger for Ragnarok, potentially going to kill the God of Omniscience in the future?

The scene in the mirror continued to play.

Following the river of fate towards an even more distant end of time, the breath of Ahtal, who had slain the God of Omniscience, grew increasingly frenzied, instilling terror in those who beheld him.

None could stand in his way.

No god could survive.

Everything crumbled under Ahtal’s spear, heading towards inevitable destruction.

The story ended.

Only one lived on, in a world turning to ashes, Ahtal suddenly turned his head, his beastly pupils filled with a thirst for destruction, staring out at the God of Fear beyond the mirror.