After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 366 - 133 Jump into Hell
""Stop right there, Goddess of Death." The Goddess of Lies lifted the lock of hair by her ear and looked at the mature woman standing opposite her. Her ink-black hair fell in cascades, tied at the end, with light purple eyeshadow gracing her features, wearing a suit-like garment that wrapped snugly around her body, only her hands were exposed, clutching the scythe that reaps life.
However conservative her dress, it couldn’t conceal her mature figure. The fullness of her form seemed ready to burst through the buttons at her chest, and her peach-like buttocks traced a seductive path with every step she took.
But ordinary people, upon first laying eyes on the Goddess of Death, would certainly not focus on her mature figure or delicate face. Those chilling, sharp eyes would send shivers down one’s spine, evoking the deeply rooted fear of "death" that screamed for mercy and yearned to flee from her presence at once. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
"Imaginary Witch?" The Goddess of Death halted, her icy gaze sizing up the slyly smiling girl opposite, and with a sudden sweep of her scythe.
This slash wasn’t aimed at the Imaginary Witch, nor was it against anyone. It was a world-scale bestowal of death, measured in human terms.
The overlapping lives and deaths were forcibly separated.
At this moment, all who were dead no longer had to endure suffering, could smoothly move on to Hell, and reunite with their departed family and friends.
"To think the Goddess of Death would recognize a minor character like myself." The Goddess of Lies touched her made-up cheek, she was a little worried she might be exposed by the Goddess of Death, but it seemed her authority of deception was enough to fool the Goddess of Death. Although she couldn’t directly interfere with the Goddess of Death, if the deception was applied to herself, it could have unexpected effects.
"Since you’re a minor character, don’t block the way." The Goddess of Death’s voice was cold, and with a violent swing of her scythe, she aimed a nearly unavoidable blow locked onto "death" as the result, slashing toward the Goddess of Lies.
"Puchi!" Blood splattered. From the Goddess of Lies’ shoulder to her hip, blood sprayed shockingly, and the battle ended in an instant, no... the situation seemed beyond expectation; the strike that locked onto death as the result did indeed hit the witch before her.
But it was only the witch before her that it hit.
"That was close, I almost died." The Goddess of Lies, who should have been killed by that strike, appeared as if refreshed, without a single sign of injury.
This was the power of "deception," hiding one’s truth, thus avoiding the scythe that brought death as its outcome.
The Goddess of Death frowned slightly, then swung her scythe with even greater speed. Each strike, locked onto death as the outcome, peeled away the layers of facade like an onion, seeking the true self of the witch before her.
No matter how powerful the witch before her was, once she found her "true" self, she could end the battle in an instant.
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
"Suna, you should leave now." Xi Mu pushed the door open, looked at Suna sitting on the couch with a smile, "I hope we can meet again in the future."
"What do you mean?" Suna looked bewildered, as if the tone suggesting a parting of life and death was somewhat strange.
Xi Mu smiled in response:
"I plan to descend into Hell and bring back a soul."
"To retrieve a soul from Hell?" Suna suddenly stood up, her eyes reflecting the smiling face of Ahtal, "You... do you have a death wish?"
Hell is the domain of the dead, forbidden to the living and souls are not allowed to leave. For the living, going to Hell is tantamount to awaiting death and the next life. But if a soul is taken from Hell, the deceased lose... the chance for reincarnation. Being dead would truly mean being dead, becoming a part of the world forever.
From her perspective, what Ahtal was doing was not only bad for himself but also for the soul he was planning to retrieve.
"As someone who intends to overturn the world, a major conspirator, my promise still needs to count." Xi Mu shook his head, apparently not inclined to elaborate further, and turned to leave, but Suna grabbed his wrist.
He looked back, his expression serious as he faced Suna’s furrowed brow.
"Evelyn needs her soul back, otherwise, she’ll eventually become a mindless lump of flesh."
Suna fell silent, looking into Ahtal’s resolute eyes, realizing that further persuasion was futile; this man was determined to descend into Hell with the acceptance of death.
"Then I’ll go with you. With my..."
"Suna, your abilities have been discovered." Xi Mu suddenly informed her and then carefully chose his words, "The Witch of Death also possesses the power to resist ’return from death,’ and she has discovered you have used this power."
"...How is that possible?" Suna’s jaw dropped slightly. After being promoted to the Saintess of Destiny, the Three Goddesses of Fate had explained her abilities in detail. Only a very few deities could resist the effects of ’return from death,’ such as the Goddess of Life and the Goddess of Death, or deities of the caliber of the Three Goddesses of Fate. Ordinary gods couldn’t detect the influence of ’return from death.’
In response, Xi Mu shook his head and offered an explanation.
"It’s not just the Witch of Death; the Imaginary Witch has also resisted the effects of ’return from death.’ They have ways to ensure their memories are not tampered with."
He gazed at Suna’s anxious expression.
