After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 313 - 113: He Has No Reason to Burn the World

"Speaking of which, should I leave this place?" the White Dragon King suddenly said, attracting the attention of everyone present.

He crossed his fingers in front of his chest, his elbows propped up on the tabletop.

"As a companion of the gods, my stance doesn’t align with yours, does it?"

"The gods are not necessarily enemies," Xi Mu shook his head, "Even if you understand the content of our conversation, it won’t have much impact on us."

"Could I take that as you also wish to recruit gods?" the White Dragon King laughed heartily. He could understand Ahtal’s choice. Rather than opposing all the gods, it would be better to try to win over a group of them, thereby reducing pressure and enhancing one’s own strength.

And the god behind him, since he could cooperate with the Witch of the Moon and others, cooperating with the Witch of Death was also a possibility.

"More accurately, it is a collaboration," Xi Mu clarified, then picked up the coffee cup on the table. Looking at the carved designs in the cup, his tone grew heavy, "According to reliable intelligence, Ragnarok will descend in about ten thousand years."

The atmosphere became tense.

The fatigue on the Witch of the Moon’s pretty face vanished, and she couldn’t help but frown slightly; the Negation Demon was stunned for a moment, took a sip of coffee, and concealed his expression.

The White Dragon King’s smile faded as he watched Ahtal’s expression, checking to see if he was joking.

Most of those present were of an immortal kind, who could live on indefinitely unless they encountered irresistible accidents.

And to them, Ragnarok was an irresistible accident.

"It’s not descending in ten thousand years," Hecate shook her head, looking into her apprentice’s puzzled eyes. She spoke gently while giving the prophecy.

"Ragnarok will descend in about ten years."

"It will descend within ten years?" Xi Mu was slightly startled, looking into Hecate’s gentle eyes, "I heard that woman say..."

"To be more accurate, Ragnarok is constantly approaching," Hecate shook her head, "Ten years is the most optimistic timeline, it could even descend tomorrow."

She held dominion over fate, and with a special saintess of the Dusk Cult by her side, her observations of Ragnarok were more accurate than those of the Three Goddesses of Fate.

From her perspective, the Ragnarok of the infinitely distant future, like being drawn by a magnet, was continuously approaching the current time period.

And its speed was getting faster and faster.

"Hecate, are you serious?" the White Dragon King asked sternly. If Ragnarok really were to come within ten years, it would essentially make no difference to him if it came tomorrow.

In response,

"The timeline for Ragnarok’s arrival is shortening," Hecate spoke as always with rationality and composure, "If you do not wish to believe, you may find a way to verify it yourself."

"Ragnarok should not experience such significant changes," the Negation Demon pondered seriously, "Unless Ragnarok has chosen a new catalyst."

Ragnarok is a concept existing in the infinitely distant future, the concept that all things must come to an end, and hence it must have a physical entity to carry it.

And this entity has always been the Flame Giant Surter.

"A new catalyst for Ragnarok?" the White Dragon King unconsciously glanced at Ahtal. He thought of the source of dread that was just like Ahtal, and considering Ahtal’s astonishing Talent, if he could become a Demon in the future, he might indeed be qualified to be the new catalyst for Ragnarok.

Xi Mu noticed the White Dragon King’s gaze and smiled, "Do you think I could be the catalyst for Ragnarok?"

"There’s that possibility, isn’t there?" the White Dragon King admitted openly, providing his analysis, "Possessing unmatched Talent and infected by the fires of Surter, as long as one can complete the ritual to become a Demon, it wouldn’t be strange at all to become the new catalyst for Ragnarok, would it?"

"Indeed," Xi Mu fell into contemplation, mixed with a whisper of proud self-doubt, "Could I really be the chosen King of Ash for Ragnarok?"

"The likelihood is minuscule," the Witch of the Moon’s expression returned to weariness and effort, followed by a yawn, "Firstly, the Flame Giant Surter is not dead, and secondly, the person who can bear Ragnarok must have a firm and insane belief in burning the world."

"And the kind of person who would conceive such an idea is usually one who harbors dissatisfaction with this world, and Ahtal has no reason to be discontent with it."

She looked over at the Destiny Witch and the White-haired Lolita.

"With a Witch teacher who cares about him and a devoted little princess from the Dragon Clan, who would be so mad as to want to burn the world?"

Having researched Ragnarok for many years, she was very clear about the conditions for its descent. Ahtal’s circumstances made it nearly impossible for him to meet them.

If the roles were reversed and she were in Ahtal’s shoes, she would use all her power to fight against Ragnarok.

Not go insane with the idea of turning the world to ashes.

"Is that so," Xi Mu exhaled in relief, but it was tinged with subtle disappointment, which caused the Witch of the Moon to roll her eyes lightly. She understood why Ahtal felt a sense of loss—it was just a realization that he was not quite the special existence he had imagined.

In a nutshell, the male’s hidden adolescent fantasies.

Now being punctured, disappointment was inevitable.

"Then the condition that is hastening Ragnarok’s approach could be that the Flame Giant Surter is about to be unsealed," the White Dragon King analyzed calmly, "It seems we need to fortify the seal on the Flame Giant Surter."