After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 227 - 76: Return from Death_3

"All you need to do," she said, "is to make the God of Fear realize that you have nothing to do with Ragnarok."

The Goddess of Lies had already told the truth about the newly born Fear Source, explaining that she cooperated with Ahtal to tell a lie, leading the God of Fear to mistakenly believe that Ahtal was the future King of Ash, causing the God of Fear to manifest a King of Ash that shouldn’t have existed.

And now what they needed to do was simple: let the God of Fear realize he had been deceived and that the so-called future King of Ash did not exist.

That would make the imagined King of Ash disappear.

But...

"We can’t even get close to the Fear Source, can we?" Ahtal expressed his concerns, as his current strength was not enough to approach the Fear Source without being speared to death from afar.

"Furthermore, didn’t the Goddess of Lies say she would... handle it?"

"The Goddess of Lies has stalled the Fear Source," Suna replied. "Otherwise, why do you think it has only destroyed a few countries?"

With the strength of the Fear Source, had it not been restrained, it would have caused a slaughter worldwide, not just burning down a few countries.

"Can’t All Gods... intervene?" Xi Mu asked the question, causing Suna to fall silent for a moment before she awkwardly turned her head away.

"Although it’s not the real King of Ash, it’s still very similar. If something goes wrong, it could lead to the fall of a deity."

Xi Mu: "..."

"In any case, it’s your responsibility to put an end to the Fear Source," Suna changed the topic abruptly. "You must not let the Fear Source continue its carnage."

It would be an easy task for All Gods to resolve the Fear Source with their strength, but the situation changed after the Fear Source was linked to "Ragnarok".

If the fake King of Ash attracted the attention of Ragnarok and turned the fake into reality, then it could indeed spell the end for deities.

Therefore, the safest approach at the moment was to have Ahtal resolve the issue. As long as the God of Fear realized Ahtal was just a... human, and not the future King of Ash, the false King of Ash would naturally disappear.

"I can do that," Xi Mu agreed. "But I’ll have to wait until I’ve finished strengthening my armor, otherwise I won’t even be able to survive long enough to face the Fear Source."

"Fine," Suna smiled, then crouched and wrote several incomprehensible characters on the ground.

Return from death.

This was Suna’s ability. The characters she wrote on the ground ensured she could return to a specific point in time after dying.

An extremely baffling yet powerful ability.

However, the game officials also imposed a flaw on this ability: return from death could only reverse twenty-four hours, and every return would result in the loss of one sense. To recover a lost sense, one needed to rest for three days.

If she lost all her senses without having directed fate in the direction she desired, then she could only give up; otherwise, a forced return would lead to... death.

That was also why Suna, though appearing so young, had a maturity about her that came from experiencing many things unimaginable to most in her life of constant return from death, which caused her to mature quickly.

Yet she still retained the naivety and purity of a young girl.

"Would you like to ride a horse?" Xi Mu walked over to the mare and extended an invitation to Suna.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Suna eagerly grabbed Ahtal’s outstretched hand and climbed onto the eight-legged divine steed.

She petted the mare and said:

"I’ve heard of Sleipnir, the fastest horse in the world. I never thought I’d have the chance to ride it."

The mare: "..."

With her prideful nature, she would normally not let anyone ride on her back so easily, but she had grown accustomed to it by now. Who could blame her? Ahtal would invite someone to ride her every so often, making it difficult for her not to get used to it.

The horse’s hooves struck the ground, shooting up into the sky like thunder.

The wind whipped against their faces.

Suna held the mare tightly with her legs, looking at the clouds streaming backward on both sides, and broke into a content smile, then laughingly said:

"Ahtal, you really are very lucky," she explained cheerfully.

"The Fear Source bears your exact likeness and has caused a massacre, enough to turn you from a hero into an object of people’s terror."

"It’s a pity all who saw the Fear Source are dead, so you remain a hero in people’s eyes,"

"And not a madman who wants to set the world ablaze."