After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 285 - 102: Overlapping Life and Death_2

The one who decides the world’s dominion is ultimately a being that transcends human limitations; below such existence, their influence is inevitably very limited.

"Then I won’t disturb you from conducting the ritual." Xi Mu turned his head to glance at the white-haired Lolita beside him and extended his hand:

"Princess, let us depart."

"..."

The white-haired Lolita hesitated for a moment but still took Ahtal’s offered hand and left the old mansion with him.

She looked back three steps at a time, gazing at the Witch of Death and the Goddess of Lies in conversation, feeling an air of unreality. She had actually been in contact with witches and a goddess, and had been privy to secrets that could affect the entire world. By the way, she also learned that... Ahtal might not be a hero.

But rather a conspirator influencing the world from behind the scenes.

"Don’t look at me like that; I’m just an ordinary person." Xi Mu turned his head to the white-haired Lolita beside him, who was on guard, and explained helplessly:

"As a follower of the Witch of Death, all I did was express an opinion. Even if I had said nothing, the Goddess of Lies would have found a way to cooperate with the Witch of Death and would have tried to defy the laws created by the God of Omniscience together."

"My role was at best... a catalyst."

The white-haired Lolita thought for a moment and felt that what Ahtal said did make some sense, but she still had many doubts:

"Why is killing the God of Omniscience... a way to save the world?"

Given the rank and identity of the Goddess of Lies, she really had no need to betray the God of Omniscience. Yet, the reality was that the Goddess of Lies was willing to abandon everything to find a way to kill the God of Omniscience.

In response to this, Xi Mu explained, "Do you understand the concept of Ragnarok?"

The white-haired Lolita nodded.

Of course, she knew about the concept of Ragnarok—an end that lies at the conclusion of time, corresponding to the finale that comes after every beginning.

An inevitable end.

"In about ten thousand years, perhaps even sooner." Xi Mu explained, "Ragnarok will arrive, and the way to prevent it is to kill the God of Omniscience."

"..."

The white-haired Lolita fell into thought, then looked up at the man beside her. The street lamp on the road side cast a dim yellow light onto him, giving him an aura of depth and reliability, a far cry from the engulfing darkness he had portrayed earlier.

This man wasn’t really a conspirator intent on subverting the world.

No... no matter the initial intentions, this man indeed had done such a thing, facilitating the cooperation between the Goddess of Lies and the Witch of Death.

And he also planned to direct the Church of Death to make preparations.

"What does Ragnarok have to do with the God of Omniscience?" she asked again, to which Xi Mu shook his head and replied:

"How would I know something like that."

He chuckled.

"The information I told you before was all from the Goddess of Lies, as for whether Ragnarok will come in ten thousand years, that depends on whether the Goddess of Lies has deceived me or not."

The expression of the white-haired Lolita gradually became indifferent, and she asked, "Why do you believe what the Goddess of Lies says?"

"Taking such a huge risk to cooperate with the Witch of Death," Xi Mu explained earnestly, "I think she has no need to lie."

White-haired Lolita: "..."

Suddenly, she felt like not speaking; it wasn’t that she believed what Ahtal had said, but that Ahtal was clearly fobbing her off, there must be other reasons that led Ahtal to choose to believe the words of the Goddess of Lies.

However, Ahtal obviously had no intention of telling her.

As expected of a conspirator aiming to subvert the world, this man really should not be trusted lightly.

...

...

Nighttime.

In the hotel.

"Princess, you... seem to be in a bad mood?" The Red Dragon King stood by the bed, looking at the white-haired Lolita hiding under the quilt and asked:

"Did you find something wrong with Ahtal?"

"If I said that Ahtal is the most evil person in this world, would you... believe me?" A voice came from under the quilt from the white-haired Lolita.

To this, the Red Dragon King smiled and nodded:

"I believe."

Clearly, it was a perfunctory answer.

The white-haired Lolita under the quilt sighed. If she hadn’t witnessed it herself, she wouldn’t have believed it; let alone the Red Dragon King, who had fought alongside Ahtal, it’s even less likely that he would believe that Ahtal was involved with a cult.

Not to mention she had deliberately added the world’s most evil to her claim.

"Ahtal is quite interesting; I will stay by his side for a while to get a glimpse of the human world,"

The Red Dragon King stroked his chin, but considering Ahtal’s character, he still nodded and said, "If you run into any trouble, remember to notify us."

He turned to leave the room and before closing the door,

"Having that man take you around the human world should be safe enough, but still... be careful."

With that said, the sound of the door closing echoed through the room.

Outside the inn.

The cold wind swept through, chilling the streets and alleys, as each household had already tightly shut their windows and doors, blocking out any bit of creeping cold.

However, at this time, there were also people... wandering about.

A drunkard, clutching his bottle, staggered down the street; suddenly, several beggars charged out, stabbing the drunkard in the belly with rusty daggers before robbing him of all his possessions after a flurry of punches and kicks.

"Damned paupers!" one of the beggars cursed as he inspected the wallet closely, "Wasting money on booze at a time like this."

"Should we... take him with us?" another beggar suggested, gesturing at the body on the ground.

A silence fell.

In this era, food had become an extremely scarce resource. For the noble lords, revelry was no issue.

But for the common folk, especially the beggars, it posed a great problem; forget about begging for food, even scavenging through trash bins was difficult.

In such circumstances, it was natural for some to take desperate measures, and murder for gain was hardly uncommon.

All for the sake of... filling their bellies.

"Cough... ouch, ouch, ouch." The drunkard who should have been dead suddenly stood up, clutching his abdomen, his gaze still somewhat bewildered.

For the beggars, however, it was deeply horrifying to see the drunkard stabbed multiple times getting back up on his feet.

It was truly the stuff of corpse reanimation horrors.

The beggars exchanged looks and stabbed the drunkard a few more times, even slitting his throat, as fresh blood stained the snowy ground red.

This time he should be... no, not yet dead.

The drunkard, wobbling, stood up again; the beggars looked at each other in terror and turned to flee.

...

...

The next day.

The world was in an uproar... news of the undying spread rapidly to every corner, and people quickly realized that the concept of death seemed to have been stripped away.

Even having one’s heart pierced did not lead to death.

"Ha, this is really terrifying," Xi Mu exhaled a cloud of mist and pulled down his hood as he walked out of the inn.

Eden and White-haired Lolita followed behind him.

Stepping onto the street.

A man covered in wounds sat on the edge of the fountain, his expression one of sheer despair, and the fatal injuries seemed to have no effect on him.

"If I can’t die, does that mean I won’t be able to enter Hell?"

"Look on the bright side; maybe you can live forever?" someone offered comfortingly.

But the man showed no joy.

"If I cannot die, then won’t I never be able to see my deceased parents and wife again!"

He stood up, looking down at his palm.

"And wouldn’t I forever remain a nobody?"

In Hell, he had his family and the chance for reincarnation; he might become a noble or even a king, or perhaps a beautiful woman.

Any possibility was there.

But alive, he had nothing—just an empty wallet, and a broken body.

"If you really want to die, I suppose I could help."

Suddenly, a male voice spoke up, and the bloodied man looked up to see Ahtal walking towards him, wearing a puzzled expression:

"Ahtal?"

"Do you want to die?" Xi Mu asked, and upon seeing the man nod, he swiftly delivered a karate chop through the man’s neck.

Immediately, dark flames engulfed the man’s body, turning it into... ash.