After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 221 - 74: Disciple, you have worried your master_2

Chapter 221: Chapter 74: Disciple, you have worried your master_2

"Please take a good rest." As she finished speaking, she somewhat forcefully pressed Ahtal down onto her knees.

"It’s my first time seeing Mist take such initiative with a man." Michael threw a piece of wood into the firepit before them.

He chuckled at Ahtal.

"Can you tell me how you managed it?"

"Perhaps it’s gratitude." Xi Mu replied uncertainly, and Michael smiled at his answer, turning his gaze to his sister.

Michael knew very well how elusive Mist was. Trusting in her absolute strength to solve all troubles, Mist had little interest in any social interaction.

In such a situation, aside from him, her brother, it was very difficult for anybody else to get close to Mist.

However, Ahtal had managed to catch Mist’s attention, to the point where she was willing to offer her shoulder for him to lean on and her knees for him to rest upon.

This treatment had already gone beyond the realms of friendship.

"Ahtal has helped me a lot." Mist bowed her head and looked down at Ahtal resting on her knees, a gentle smile appearing on her face.

She spoke softly and began to recount how Ahtal had helped her.

After a while, the recounting ceased.

"It’s truly a debt of gratitude that’s difficult to repay." Michael sighed, feeling that it was hard to repay Ahtal for everything he had done for them.

He thought for a moment and then said,

"Ahtal, do you desire the power of demons?"

"You mean the power that Mist has shown?" Xi Mu asked, and Michael nodded, explaining to him.

"After reaching the limits of human domain, one’s strength can no longer improve unless one can ascend to become a demon."

He slowed his tone.

"However, the conditions for becoming a demon are too harsh, so people have thought of a method, inheriting everything from a deceased demon."

Xi Mu frowned. "Inherit everything?"

"It’s not exactly inheriting. It’s more like imitating or reviving," Michael explained, "If we liken a demon or witch to a deity, and compare a human soul and body to modeling clay, then by shaping a human into the image of a deity, one can borrow divine power." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"Wouldn’t that have an impact?" Xi Mu questioned, and Michael nodded, frankly admitting and explaining to him,

"When the imitation becomes too similar to a person, it signifies that the original self has already disappeared." He explained to Xi Mu.

"So, imitating deceased demons or witches is a very dangerous thing."

"It feels similar to... the consort of a deity." Xi Mu gave his assessment, and Michael nodded in agreement, saying,

"If you’re interested, I can teach you this magic to learn."

His voice gradually grew softer,

"Right now, you really need the power to protect yourself."

After the death of the God of Blood, Ahtal’s situation had become extremely dangerous; even hoping to go to Hell might be wishful thinking. Hence, Michael wanted Ahtal to have stronger powers to ensure his own safety,

Even though he knew it was dangerous.

"No need, I can become a demon on my own." Xi Mu calmly refused and then added, "The God of War has told me personally that I can become a demon."

"Is that so." Michael showed a relieved smile and did not speak further about how to leverage the power of demons.

If Ahtal could become a demon, then using demonic power became utterly meaningless.

Imitation ultimately had its limits.

The next day.

Dawn was breaking.

Xi Mu rode off on a small mare, disappearing into the horizon, while Michael and Mist stood side by side, watching in the direction Ahtal had left.

"If you wanted to go with him." Michael turned his head, looking at his sister who was reluctant to part, and chuckled,

"You still have time to chase after him."

"He doesn’t want me to accompany him." Mist’s voice revealed her sense of loss; she had said the night before that she wanted to stay by Ahtal’s side to ensure his safety, but Ahtal had firmly refused her.

At this, Michael could only shake his head in resignation.

"I am thinking of going to the Magic Castle to thank Lady Hecate for her help with us siblings."

He seemingly added casually.

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"We might even run into Ahtal."

"Let’s go." Mist’s dim eyes lit up. Since Ahtal was unwilling to let her protect him, she would go to the Magic Castle and wait for Ahtal. Sooner or later, she would meet Ahtal on his way home and naturally, they could gather and chat.

Michael looked at his eager sister, shaking his head involuntarily. He felt helpless about how his sister was so concerned about a man without any intent of taking the initiative to pursue him.

...

...

The underworld.

The lowest layer.

"Should be safe here, right?" The dwarf master looked at his new home. To avoid Ahtal, he deliberately moved near the Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny and even enlisted the help of a well-known Astrologer to disguise his destiny’s trajectory.

Thinking this, he reached out and pushed open the door.

"You’re back?" Xi Mu sat on the living room sofa, greeting the dwarf master as he entered and revealing a gentle smile.

"May I ask you a favor?"

"..."

The dwarf master’s expression shifted from a smile to one of despair. He knew he couldn’t escape Ahtal, nor could he hide from the scrutiny of the Destiny Witch.

Even if he lived beside the Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny.

"My armor is damaged." Xi Mu pointed to the Red Dragon Blood Armor on the table and stated his request, "Could you please enhance it?"

Impossible.

That’s what the dwarf master thought, but he didn’t vocalize it. He stroked his white beard and walked over to the table.

He inspected the Red Dragon Blood Armor and asked:

"Such severe damage, who did you fight to cause this?"

"Can you fix it?" Xi Mu did not explain and only cared about whether his Red Dragon Blood Armor could be repaired.

To that, the dwarf master gave a positive response.

"No problem, give me seven days, and I can completely repair the Red Dragon Blood Armor."

Xi Mu then asked, "What about enhancement?"

"That will take at least two months." The dwarf master replied promptly, but Xi Mu was dissatisfied and took out a dagger, aiming at his own palm.

No... it was the bracelet Hecate had given him.

"Wait, don’t summon the Destiny Witch over such a trivial matter!" The dwarf master’s mouth twitched, and he quickly grabbed Ahtal’s hand.

"Give me a month, and I can not only repair it but also enhance it."

"I want it enhanced to plus ten." Xi Mu stated, then added, "That is, enhanced to the same level as the Great Sword of Death."

"..."

The dwarf master suppressed the emotions swirling within him. He wanted to curse at Ahtal for his lack of smithing knowledge, for not understanding the difficulty of forging a Divine Artifact’s defense.

But he dared not curse.

"Lord Ahtal, you might not be aware of the difficulty in forging Divine Artifact weapons." He explained patiently.

"It’s impossible to forge it in a month."

"No, you can." Xi Mu said with a smile, looking at the dwarf master’s expression of despair as he used the dagger to snap the bracelet.

The bracelet fell to the ground.

"..." The dwarf master was completely despondent. He truly did not want to encounter the Destiny Witch, to associate with such a dangerous entity. No one could guarantee that his soul wouldn’t end up trapped in a wick, tortured eternally.

And at that moment.

Light... began to twist, and Hecate appeared behind the dwarf master. She glanced at the despairing dwarf master and then glared at Ahtal, saying:

"My apprentice, you’ve caused your teacher to worry for nothing."

"Teacher, you should have foreseen all this." Ahtal seemed very confident, fully trusting in Hecate’s abilities.

But Hecate, upon hearing this, shook her head helplessly, then turned her gaze to the dwarf master, her red lips moving slightly, weaving the corresponding destiny.

"For the next month, you will have inexhaustible stamina and magic power until you finish enhancing the Red Dragon Blood Armor."