After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 214 - 71 He...likes them big and mature
"Human, you... are awake?" A light laughter filled his ears, as Xi Mu clutched his forehead, looking up at the God of Fear.
He fell silent for a moment, then chuckled,
"It seems I am no longer under suspicion."
"Right, you are but a bundle of firewood infected by the fire of Sulter." The God of Fear turned away, walking towards the window, pushing open the tightly shut windows to focus on the outside world.
This scene was like a proud deity, disdaining to cast a glance at mere mortals.
However, he was actually very terrified, wishing he could strangle Ahtal in his crib to avoid the future Ragnarok.
But every time he thought of the eyes of the King of Ash in the mirror, he dared not harbor any thought of killing Ahtal, even though he knew Ahtal was extremely weak at this moment and reason was telling him to kill Ahtal before it was too late.
Yet, the fear inside him was screaming, constantly telling him not to do anything foolish, for if he did, that terrifying being would leap out of the mirror and lead the world to an early demise as... ash.
"Has my end gone mad?" Xi Mu dropped the hand from his forehead, looking at his palm ablaze with Ash Fire, and said,
"Who is it that has slain me?"
"..."
The God of Fear’s expression froze.
He didn’t know much about Ahtal’s life experiences, and found it difficult to make up a story on the spot to deceive Ahtal, fearing that Ahtal might sense something was amiss and become extreme, potentially leading the world into an early Ragnarok.
"You should go save your companions now." He waved his hand, choosing to change the subject, "I will not protect the safety of the God of Blood for now."
"Thank you." Xi Mu revealed a smile, turned, and left the gloomy bedroom, while the God of Fear kept his back turned, listening to the footsteps gradually receding, his body starting to weaken, collapsing against the wall to the ground.
He hugged his knees, emitting suppressed sobs.
He used to think the God of Omniscience was the greatest terror, but now his thoughts had changed; what truly frightened him was the being from the future... the King of Ash, the entity that could burn the entire world to nothing.
What should he do now? Should he reveal everything he knows, letting All Gods strangle Ahtal while he’s still in the cradle.
Or should he quietly wait for Ragnarok to arrive?
"Hey~ are you crying?" A pleasant female voice came, startling the sobbing God of Fear.
He lifted his head, revealing cheeks streaked with tears.
"Did you see a very bad future?" The Goddess of Lies asked curiously, watching as the God of Fear hesitated to speak.
"Don’t worry, I will help you."
"..." The God of Fear opened his mouth, wanting to speak of the future he had witnessed, but he found he lacked the courage; the gaze that seemed to cross time was too terrifying.
If he divulged what he foresaw, would a spear pierce through time and space to impale him?
After a moment of silence.
"No." He chose to evade, although the future might entail the world being turned to ashes, it was still a matter set in the future, not relating to his present, better to let the future him and the gods worry about it.
Upon this, the Goddess of Lies showed a doubtful expression. She lightly stroked her gown and crouched down, saying softly,
"Don’t be scared, tell me exactly what you saw, I will find a way to help you."
Don’t ask anymore.
The God of Fear thought so, but he did not voice it, he pursed his lips, saying,
"I saw the God of Blood die."
"Was it Ahtal who killed the God of Blood?" the Goddess of Lies asked, eyes narrowing slightly, "A human who’s killed a god... huh, interesting."
She stood up, stretched languidly, outlining the gentle curves of her figure, her voice playful as she spoke,
"Then I shall go have some fun with him."
"Don’t go!" The God of Fear’s voice pitched higher, realizing his state was off.
After a moment of thought, he explained.
"The Witch of Death is always watching Ahtal, if you get too close to Ahtal, it’s very easy to encounter danger."
"I see." The Goddess of Lies nodded as if enlightened, then lightly waved her hand, "I am very strong. Even the Witch of Death is nothing to worry about."
With those words, she disappeared from the spot.
Seeing this, the God of Fear let out a sigh of relief but then fell into a state of self-reproach.
He should have divulged the information about Ahtal.
Meanwhile,
In the City of Blood.
Atop a tall building.
"Hahaha, the God of Fear is quite amusing," the Goddess of Lies chuckled delightedly, raising her hand to wipe away a tear of mirth from the corner of her eye, "Despite being terribly afraid, still desperately trying to hide it."
The corners of her mouth turned upwards.
"If he knew the future he witnessed was just a lie we concocted, I wonder what interesting expression he would have?"
Eden: "..."
Last night, while they were chatting, they also devised a plan on how to deceive the God of Fear.
The so-called pills made by the Three Goddesses of Fate were essentially restorative Magic Potions; bringing in the destiny of the Three Goddesses was just to increase the God of Fear’s trust.
And that magic mirror that could see into the future was nothing more than a mirror that could play pre-determined scenes; the image of Ahtal transforming into the King of Ash and burning the whole world was merely Ahtal’s imagination, embellished with details added by her and the Goddess of Lies to create a... false prophecy.
"Ahtal is indeed very suitable to be a disciple of lies," the Goddess of Lies smiled coyly, raising her hand to gently touch her cheek, "If we hadn’t concocted that tale together last night, I might have thought it was a genuine prophecy."
