After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 305 - 109: Host, This Witch Is Easier to Conquer!_2
Xi Mu moved his wrist and asked, "Are you satisfied now?"
"I don’t really care," the Negation Demon replied with a gentle smile, turning to lead the way and explaining to Xi Mu who was behind him, "But that group might not be as easy to talk to as I am."
The White-haired Lolita exclaimed in surprise, "There’s more than one demon in the dragon tomb?"
"There are also witches," the Negation Demon explained briefly, then shook his head, "Of course, we don’t strictly qualify as demons or witches either."
"They are all dead," Xi Mu answered in place of the Negation Demon, "They were killed by deities, and their souls were imprisoned in the dragon tomb."
"They collaborated with the deities to avoid the All Gods’ gaze, right?" the White-haired Lolita quickly grasped the truth.
Xi Mu nodded in agreement.
"Outside, the dragon tomb is also hailed as a divine realm, allowing certain souls to avoid Hell and serve the deities forever," he said.
"So as long as they enter a cooperation with the deities, they can feign death and hide their souls in the divine realm," he concluded.
Listening to the conversation of the two people behind him, the Negation Demon slowed his pace slightly, turned his head to look at Ahtal’s calm expression, and asked:
"Why do you know so much?"
"Just logical deduction," Xi Mu responded, "There has always been speculation that the dragon tomb is a divine realm of the All Gods, so deducing this fact isn’t surprising."
"Being able to immediately think that deities could collaborate with demons is quite against common sense," the Negation Demon said with an interested smile, "You must have seen demons or witches cooperating with deities, haven’t you?"
Xi Mu did not answer.
The White-haired Lolita also turned her head; she had witnessed the Witch of Death establishing a cooperation with the Goddess of Lies.
After some time,
they passed through a cemetery filled with dragon bones and arrived in front of a standing stone gate guarded by two gigantic Ancient Dragons lying motionless on either side.
"Next, you will come into contact with the deepest secrets of the Dragon Kingdom," the Negation Demon lifted his hand and pushed open the heavy stone door.
Upon stepping inside, an ancient castle came into view, its walls covered with green vines and blooming with clusters of red flowers, inside which the souls of giant dragons lay dormant.
[Host, I can feel the presence of witches!]
Suddenly, an excited voice rang out in Xi Mu’s ear.
Xi Mu tugged at his ear as if he hadn’t heard it, well aware that there were witches inside the castle, but he wasn’t terribly interested in this group of the already deceased.
In the game "Mysterious Gate," to measure whether a witch or a demon was strong, one didn’t look at their abilities, but whether they were alive and could robustly challenge the All Gods and survive, any being that managed to survive.
At the very least, such a being would be a powerhouse who had developed their abilities to an omnipotent level. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
[Why aren’t you responding, could it be that my system panel has bugged out again?] The system began to mutter to itself, then fell silent, likely continuing to adjust the system panel.
Xi Mu did not respond and entered the castle with the Negation Demon.
Unlike the ancient exterior, the inside was very chaotic, filled with alchemical tools of unclear purpose and remains of unknown life forms scattered everywhere.
"They’re all probably useful items, but it’s just that no one bothers to tidy up," the Negation Demon seemed to notice the subtle glances from the White-haired Lolita and Ahtal and offered an explanation to them, "After all, when you live long enough, life tends to become manageable."
"Can’t you arrange for servants to deal with this?" the White-haired Lolita asked, and upon hearing this, the Negation Demon fell silent for a moment, then gently shook his head:
"There used to be servants managing the castle, but they later chose to go to Hell, leaving behind only the sadness of departure."
"It’s simply because they are sloppy in their living habits, no more reason than that," Xi Mu lifted his hand and rubbed the White-haired Lolita’s head, "Beings at their level no longer care about many things."
The White-haired Lolita nodded slightly, accepting this explanation.
With a demon’s ability, wanting a clean environment isn’t a difficult thing. The only explanation for such chaos is that they simply don’t care.
"You seem to know a lot about us, huh?" A pleasant female voice came from the side. Xi Mu turned to look in the direction of the voice, and his gaze fell upon a half-elf girl.
She wore a tired expression on her face and was dressed in a loose white nightgown that revealed part of her fair and delicate shoulders. Below the short skirt, slender legs emerged, one covered with a white knee-high sock, while the other seemed to have been forgotten.
Her demeanor was languid yet carried a feminine intellectual beauty, exuding a relaxed air while simultaneously hinting at a subtle maturity.
But it was certain she was a beauty.
[Host, she’s a witch!] The system’s excited voice again spoke, urging Xi Mu, [She’s the Witch of the Moon, much easier to win over than the Witch of Death!]
Xi Mu: "..."
"Ah, don’t move." The Witch of the Moon pinched her chin with her delicate hand, drawing close to Ahtal’s face, locking eyes with Xi Mu.
Then she posed a question.
"Ahtal, do you prefer witches, or do you prefer goddesses?"
The atmosphere grew tense.
The Negation Demon and the White-haired Lolita, simultaneously focused their gaze on Ahtal’s face, curiosity emanating even from unknown places.
The man in this world, who is favored by both witches and goddesses, what he prefers more—witches or goddesses—sparked curiosity in them.
This was a question they were all quite curious about.
"Discussing this is pointless." Xi Mu chose to avoid the topic. He didn’t want to answer this question; if he must state a preference, it would surely be for witches, but not the Witch of Death, rather his teacher the Destiny Witch.
Who was truly best for him, he was very clear on that.
"It’s quite meaningful for us." The Witch of the Moon yawned lazily, "We need to ascertain your stance."
She cocked her head, silver-white hair sliding across her cheek.
"If you run off to report to the Goddess of Life, that would make things very troublesome for us."
"Why do you think the Goddess of Life is unaware of your existence?" Xi Mu retorted, causing the atmosphere to stiffen.
"She didn’t trouble you before simply because you were all dead, lacking the strength and ability of your living times, thereby tolerating your existence."
Without surprise, the Witch of the Moon turned her back to Ahtal and beckoned: "Human, come with me."
About their existence, for gods of a certain high stature, it truly wasn’t a secret. However, because they stayed in the dragon’s tomb and had lost the power of their prime, the All Gods had tolerated their existence.
This tolerance was due to their diminished threat, but also because the gods required their talents to avert the inevitable Ragnarok.
"Your Highness, you should come with me." The Negation Demon raised his hand and held back the White-haired Lolita, who wanted to follow Ahtal: "I need to negate your death."
"Negate my death?" The White-haired Lolita turned her head, looking at the Negation Demon wearing a monocle, "Are you the one who saved me?"
"Yes." The Negation Demon answered, "Initially, the White Dragon King brought your corpse to the dragon’s tomb, saying your dragon life had just begun and shouldn’t end so easily. So, we extended your life."
Upon hearing this, the White-haired Lolita lifted her exquisitely beautiful face, voicing her inner doubts: "So, am I alive now?"
"That depends on your definition of life." The Negation Demon shook his head, "Even I cannot confirm whether you and Evelyn are considered as one dragon now; I can only say there’s a connection between you."
If one were to divide a person’s body in equal proportions and then reassemble it with life-supporting machinery, if they retain the same memories and habits, who can define which of them is the original being? And the question becomes even more complex when applied to the White-haired Lolita.
With body and soul separated, although both retain the same memories, who then is the true self? This question delves too much into idealism.
