After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 231 - 78: Something’s Off About This Difficulty_2
"Inside the meteorite crater of the Blood Pope, there lay a demon feigning death, whom you dispatched people to help resurrect," Xi Mu issued the command.
"Then, you can stop following me for now,"
"Eh?" The puppet girl was stunned, looking at Ahetal to confirm if he was serious.
Upon this, Xi Mu calmly ordered, "Don’t worry, just go and execute the order, resurrect that demon as soon as possible, and then announce his resurrection to the whole world."
"..."
The puppet girl hesitated, then, under Ahetal’s unmistakable gaze, obediently bowed her head and whispered,
"Yes."
"Go," Xi Mu waved his hand and turned to leave, while the puppet girl quickly spoke up.
"Lord Ahetal, according to reliable intelligence, the Dusk Cult has dispatched troublesome high-rank members to decrypt the seal of the source of fear,"
"..."
Xi Mu did not respond, disappearing into the snowstorm.
Seeing this, the puppet girl hesitated for a moment, then contacted the Witch of Death through a proxy. After getting permission from the Witch of Death, she abandoned the idea of secretly following Ahetal.
Originally, she followed Ahetal secretly to ensure his safety, to make sure that Ahetal, the mastermind behind the scenes, could survive and let the plan of the Church of Death proceed smoothly. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
"Never mind, I’m just a small character, I’ll just execute the orders." The puppet girl muttered, although with her strength, she could easily kill Ahetal, but given that Ahetal was backed by the Witch of Death and was a conspirator aiming to overthrow the world, she held great reverence for him.
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Dream state.
The door was slowly pushed open.
Suna felt her arm trembling as she pushed the door, afraid that she would again see the source of fear, and then get stabbed to death by a spear.
Yet she made up her mind.
The door was completely pushed open.
Contrary to her expectations, there were no long spears or flames, just the God of Fear hiding under the bed covers.
It was safe.
"It was the God of Dreams who helped you enter my dream, wasn’t it?" whispered the God of Fear hidden under the blanket:
"Have you come to save me?"
"No, just to inform you of a fact." Suna’s voice was eerily calm as she spoke to the God of Fear,
"Actually, the prophecy about the King of Ash you feared... It was merely a deception by the Goddess of Lies and Ahetal,"
"The King of Ash you fret over...no, are concerned about doesn’t really exist."
"..."
The God of Fear fell silent for a moment and asked, "Can fabricated lies feel so real?"
"A lie wouldn’t deceive anyone if it didn’t seem real," Suna explained softly, and upon hearing this, the God of Fear’s body stopped trembling.
It questioned her,
"Then how do you prove you are not deceiving me right now?"
"I can bring Ahetal himself here to explain it to you," Suna’s voice was as gentle as possible, wary of upsetting the sensitive God of Fear, causing the source of fear to manifest and directly kill her with a spear.
To this, the God of Fear replied,
"It’s too late, you better hurry and escape."
"Eh?" Suna was slightly startled, then received a surprising response.
"The barrier sealing the source of fear has been shattered," the God of Fear answered, "if you don’t wake up right now, your body will likely be...burned to ash."
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Reality.
"What in the world is going on?" Suna rose from the ruins of the inn, her pupils reflecting the burning flames, everything was burning.
And at that moment,
"You’ve woken up...too slowly." A gentle male voice came from behind her, Suna instinctively turned around to see Ahetal covering his broken arm, showing her a helpless smile as he looked around,
"I also didn’t expect the Dusk Cult to collaborate with the source of fear, now...it’s truly a deadlock."
He smiled at Suna.
"Run, I’ll hold them off."
Run?
Suna followed Ahtal’s gaze and saw a giant who seemed to be transformed from molten lava, casting an amused look at her.
"You killed my brother. Do you think you can leave alive?" an amused laughter followed, as Suna turned around again.
The newcomer was a vampire clad in a black trench coat, with sharp fangs and a sinister aura, elegant and composed.
The legendary Count Dracula.
"Thanks to you, we thought of a better way to burn down the world." A joyful laughter echoed, and a red-bearded dwarf came forward, accompanied by a cute little dwarf girl.
"Ahtal, we should thank you."
"Perhaps this is the price of lying." A mocking voice came from the other side, and the speaker was a man wearing an eyepatch, wielding a sawtooth greatsword.
He grinned, showing his sharp teeth.
Hawk Jones, a shark-man, a convict among the fish-folk who had raped the mermaid princess to death 500 years ago and had eluded the mermaid folk’s pursuit safely ever since.
"Ha~ You think you deserve to kill us?" Xi Mu scoffed, his hand igniting the Great Sword of Death with black flames.
He said to Suna by his side:
"You go first. I’ll deal with them."
Go, how?
Suna looked around and realized all her escape routes were blocked. There was no chance to run.
"Don’t just stand there, go!" Xi Mu’s voice grew colder, causing Suna to panic even more as she looked around for a chance to escape.
Surely, there was no escape.
"Or... shall we go together?" Suna whispered, "Summon your eight-legged horse?"
"No," Xi Mu shook his head, looking towards the distant lava giant, "As soon as I mount my steed, it will provoke him to unleash the Sword of Light, and then none of us will be able to escape."
He wore a resigned expression.
"You still have a chance to run." With those words, he charged out, colliding with the red-bearded dwarf.
The great sword clashed with the giant hammer, emitting red and black flames that obscured all sight.
Seeing this, Suna did not hesitate to start running, unable to stay and hold them back. As for returning from death... that would have to wait.
It wasn’t that return from death had a skill cooldown, but she needed to understand the situation better to prepare for the next time she would return from death.
A moment later.
"Boom!" A thunderous roar, along with a burst of blazing firelight, spread the shockwaves carrying flames, blowing her away before she could react, like a kite with its string cut.
"Ah!" Suna screamed as she was lifted high by the flames, seeing Ahtal grin wildly, fiercely fighting with the followers of the Dusk Cult and Count Dracula, desperately buying time for her.
She pursed her lips, rotated her body in mid-air, and landed smoothly before continuing to run without looking back.
She could not let down Ahtal’s trust, she must understand the entire situation before the reset so that she could ensure safety for the next return from death.
That was how it was supposed to be.
Her steps abruptly stopped.
"..." Suna’s gaze turned desperate as she saw the source of fear mounted on the eight-legged horse ahead of her.
Why was it so coincidental?
The source of fear glanced at the ant that ran up to him, not even bothering to swing his spear as the flames reflected in his pupils caused the approaching ant to self-ignite and turn to ash.
He was now experiencing the true power of the Ash Fire.
The followers of the Dusk Cult had not only unsealed him but also sacrificed the power of Flame Giant Surter, turning him into fuel.
Now he could truly wield the power of the Ash Fire.
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Hazy consciousness contracted.
Suna pursed her lips, looking at her fingers pressed against the bedside, her expression utterly desperate. What kind of hellish difficulty was this.
"Ahtal, don’t sleep yet!" she hurriedly pushed Ahtal, who was lying with his eyes closed on the bed, and then explained under Ahtal’s dissatisfied gaze.
"I think, before meeting the God of Fear, we need to check if the surroundings are safe."
