After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 278 - 99: The Source of Fear Upon Entering the High Heavens
"*Snap~*" A gentle pat on the shoulder made Xi Mu instinctively turn his head, and what entered his sight was a girl with a mask and pale red hair. She took off the mask on her face, revealing a bright and stunning visage.
"Should I release the enchantment seal now?" the Goddess of Lies asked with a beaming smile, addressing a slightly stunned Ahtal.
In response, Xi Mu’s eyes flickered, seemingly a bit uncomfortable with the Goddess of Lies’ approach.
However, this was perfectly normal, as anyone would struggle to remain calm when approached by a beautiful girl who greeted them in such a friendly manner.
And naturally, his reaction was just as expected.
After considering for a moment.
"At least wait until we’ve moved away a bit," he said to the Goddess of Lies nearby: "Releasing the source of fear now will kill us all."
"If I undo the seal here, the source of fear might escape to the high heavens," the Goddess of Lies said, pinching her chin with a slender hand, showing a troubled expression, "Is that not a bit of a problem?"
Xi Mu turned his head away, saying, "Don’t worry, the Witch of Death will make a move."
"Really?" the Goddess of Lies asked in surprise, covering her mouth and watching Ahtal turn his head away unnaturally, her eyes forming crescent moons, "Humans, you’re not being honest~"
The genius in people’s eyes, the hero who commanded the attention of thousands, seemed so unnatural in front of her, and there was an unexpectedly cute feeling to it.
At this, Xi Mu turned his cheek even more forcefully, avoiding eye contact with the Goddess of Lies.
Yet the Goddess of Lies didn’t let Ahtal get away; she leaned her delicate body slightly, her long hair sliding over her cheeks and shoulders, reflecting in her eyes the unnatural expression on Ahtal, her eyes gently blinking with a touch of mischief.
The atmosphere grew subtly tense.
"So what do you want?" Xi Mu said with resignation, "As long as it’s something I can do."
"Then become a devout follower of mine," the Goddess of Lies extended her pale, slender hand, signaling Ahtal to kiss it.
The reason she didn’t extend her foot was because she was worried that Ahtal might dare to actually kiss it, remembering their last encounter all too well.
Therefore, she didn’t dare to gamble by extending her foot.
"Can we change the terms?" Xi Mu asked seriously. Becoming a follower of the Goddess of Lies held no interest for him, not because he didn’t find her reliable—on the contrary, the Goddess of Lies was unexpectedly quite good to her own followers.
Moreover, compared to other deities, the Goddess of Lies was more flexible and could cooperate very well with players.
Choosing the Goddess of Lies as a partner meant one could abandon reason and act according to her cunning strategies until the defeat of the God of Omniscience.
But this cycle, he didn’t want to follow the route of the Goddess of Lies.
"Why?" the Goddess of Lies bit her lower lip, showing a pitiable look that softened one’s heart involuntarily.
"Do you really detest ’lies’ that much?"
"That’s not the reason," Xi Mu turned his head away, offering no further explanation and leaving the Goddess of Lies to conjecture the reasons herself.
"So what is the reason?" The Goddess of Lies didn’t give Ahtal a chance to evade this time, pinching his cheek and forcefully turning his face straight.
In response, Xi Mu rolled his eyes, pretending not to see.
"You... *pfft*, forget it." The Goddess of Lies, both annoyed and amused, let go of her pinching hand and proposed another term, "Then I want to meet the Witch of Death."
At this, a look of curiosity appeared on her face.
"Which nation do you plan to sacrifice to summon the Witch of Death?"
"That’s just a lie to fool others," Xi Mu shook his head, "you should know that summoning the Witch of Death doesn’t require harsh conditions from me."
"An individual with potential is always favored, even the witches cast their gaze upon them," sighed the Goddess of Lies, her fingertips twirling the hair near her ear, "People like me want to meet the Witch of Death, but it’s not easy."
That was a lie; finding the Witch of Death wasn’t hard, the real difficulty was making the Witch of Death patient enough to converse with a deity.
And that required a mediator to reconcile between them, and without a doubt, Ahtal was that mediator. Otherwise, the fate of any ordinary deity trying to meet the Witch of Death alone could end up like the God of Blood, nearly killed with a flick of her finger.
Though she was not afraid of the Witch of Death’s avatar state.
And it was at that moment.
"I too wish to meet the Witch of Death," a confident chuckle sounded, and Ahtal and the Goddess of Lies looked in the direction of the voice to see a man with black hair, his hands in his pockets, his stride relaxed and domineering, exuding an almost suffocating presence.
He looked at Ahtal and grinned:
"Human, could you help me out as well?"
"That would depend on the Lady Witch of Death’s will," Xi Mu replied calmly, recognizing the identity of the man before him as the Splitting Demon at his peak.
"Then let’s change the plea," the Splitting Demon pulled out his hand from his pocket, knocked on his head with the hand, his smile growing cooler.
"I command you to summon the Witch of Death," as he finished speaking, a sharp strike flashed by, aiming a cut at Ahtal’s chest.
It was an attack from the Demon; neither the speed nor the power was something the current Ahtal could withstand, leaving him no choice but to accept the strike.
Of course, it wasn’t lethal, just meant as a lesson.
Who would let him be so coldly and dismissively ignored back in the underground of the Fenrir Kingdom when they first encountered each other?
For having the audacity to despise him, a lesson was in order.
The blade shot through his chest, and blood spurted from Xi Mu’s chest, his breath weakening in an instant, already frail from releasing the Sword of Light.
