After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 261 - 91: The Three Goddesses of Fate
He had lost his vision.
He had lost his sense of taste.
He had lost his sense of smell.
He had lost his hearing.
He had lost his sense of touch.
The five senses connecting him to the world were forcibly and temporarily sealed, and his entire consciousness felt as though it was forcibly entombed in darkness.
However, just as a person deprived of vision might develop an acute sense of hearing, the senses from deep within his consciousness had become unprecedentedly sharp.
The sixth sense... or perhaps perception, at this point it hardly mattered.
In the moment his consciousness restarted, Suna witnessed three beautiful women. They were dressed in white robes, their features strikingly similar, but their ages were differentiated just right – a girl, a young woman, and a mature woman – their temperaments transitioning from youthful, to vibrant, to composed, seemingly representing the three different stages of life.
These were the Three Goddesses of Fate, identical to the sculpted idols, holding power over past, present, and future.
With slightly parted lips, Suna tried to speak without realizing that she couldn’t utter a word, but this attempt drew the gaze of the goddess representing the past.
The white-haired little loli tilted her head, hands clasped behind her back. Her white bangs swayed lightly as she caught Suna’s eye and revealed a very sweet smile.
Then she... woke up.
"Suna, what’s wrong?" A puzzled male voice came, and Suna brushed the hair by her ears as she sat down in her red long skirt that skimmed over her curved hips.
She still needed to hear words and observe her surroundings, or else every return from death would be extremely inconvenient.
Simulated Senses, a kind of magic that imitates human senses, could theoretically provide an individual with senses beyond human limits.
But Simulated Senses consumed a lot of Magic Power... and were difficult to learn, lacking much value for truly strong individuals.
However, they were very useful to her.
"It’s... nothing." Suna, with her eyes closed, turned to face Ahtal sitting beside her and then, under Ahtal’s puzzled gaze.
She pinched Ahtal’s cheek quite hard, with no regard for Ahtal’s status as a Hero or his strength.
To this, Xi Mu did not resist, letting the puffed-up Suna pinch his cheek until she had vented her dissatisfaction.
Afterward, rubbing his reddened cheek, he asked:
"Is something supposed to happen in the future?"
"Ahtal, if your little lover killed herself because of you," Suna asked seriously, "would you give up on everything, not caring about the lives of the common people, and exterminate the Dusk Cult?"
Xi Mu pretended to ponder for a moment before answering uncertainly, "I guess not."
No, you would.
Suna touched her neck, recalling the fleeting slash. She sighed deeply, clasped her hands in prayer for a moment, and then said:
"Ahtal, I have received an oracle from the goddess. If you hurry to the underworld’s... Nim Town now, you can still save your little lover."
She lowered her clasped hands, revealing a composed smile.
"But please be cautious, Nim Town has..." Before she could finish her words, she found that Ahtal had already pushed the door open and left, without listening to the rest of it.
Sure enough, that woman’s death would drive Ahtal mad, but everything was still manageable, even though Nim Town was home to high-ranking figures of the Dusk Cult.
But given Ahtal’s strength, he should be able to handle it.
"Don’t worry, he’ll get there ahead of time." A gentle female voice came from the other side of the table. Suna turned towards the sound and came face-to-face with Eden.
After a moment of silence, she voiced the question in her heart.
"Why does it feel like you, Eden, somehow know what will happen in the future?"
"Because I have retained... memories." Eden answered calmly, leaving Suna frozen in place, feeling a chill run down her spine.
She pointed to herself:
"The memories after I... return from death?"
"..." Eden maintained her mild smile, not responding to Suna’s question.
However, that composed and gentle demeanor seemed to hint that she indeed retained the memories after returning from death.
The atmosphere fell silent again.
Suddenly, Suna felt she couldn’t understand Eden, this woman who seemed so mysterious, capable of retaining memories even after returning from death.
This sparked a twinge of fear and profound reverence within her, but soon she relaxed again.
Eden raised a hand to touch Suna’s head, her touch soothing Suna’s unrest and fear with just the right amount of pressure.
She was quite skilled at consoling children.
Even though Suna was a candidate for sainthood with a mature figure beyond her age, in her eyes, Suna was still but a child of barely fourteen.
Meanwhile, in the underworld.
In Nim Town.
Within a uniquely styled mansion.
"Such beautiful hair." The dwarf loli reached out, fingers passing through strands like golden sand, savoring the smooth touch that made it hard for her to let go.
"Human, I remember you used to have short hair, didn’t you?" She looked at Letixia sitting on the edge of the bed, maintaining her graceful composure, with curiosity sparkling in her eyes.
"Or is it that one must have long hair to inherit the queen’s position?"
Letixia did not answer the dwarf loli’s question. Her emerald eyes mirrored the dwarf girl’s image as she calmly said:
"What do you want to use me for?"
This group of dwarves had suddenly invaded the kingdom, kidnapping her without explanation, clearly intending to use her for some purpose.
And the most likely scenario was forcing her into signing a blood oath with a stranger, thereby allowing an outsider to gain control of the Sword of Light.
As for the custody of the Sword of Light by Ahtal, these dwarves probably intended to use her... to threaten Ahtal into handing over the Sword of Light.
