After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 458 - 176: Hall of Valor

The great library was eerily silent.

Leaning against the sofa, Xi Mu stared at the ceiling in silence for a long while as if reminiscing before finally asking,

"You’re not suggesting that you and the Time Witch are collaborators, are you?"

"Is that supposed to be surprising?" the extraterritorial demon asked with a chuckle, "Why else would I help the Witch of Death? Do you think it was just because I was bored?"

To influence the balance of the war, he always intervened at the most critical moments, backstabbing the Goddess of Death and the Goddess of Life with the most crucial blow.

Otherwise, even if the Witch of Death was extraordinarily gifted and hailed as the most powerful witch in history, it would not have been easy for her to defeat the Goddess of Death and the Goddess of Life.

It’s more likely that she would have lost the battle.

This isn’t to underestimate the Witch of Death’s strength, but to state a very objective fact: both the Goddess of Death and the Goddess of Life have honed their powers to perfection over a long time, which is entirely different from the Witch of Death’s brief existence.

"Who knows if you were simply planning to benefit as the third party?" Xi Mu remarked casually while his eyes still radiated skepticism.

In response, the extraterritorial demon laughed heartily, "You’re not bothered that I stabbed the Goddess of Life, are you?"

He looked up, gazing at the ceiling.

"There was no choice in the matter," he said, "To give the Witch of Death an advantage, I had to deal that blow; otherwise, she would still be fighting the Goddess of Life now."

After reaching the height of omnipotence—no, to be more precise, the level of the Witch of Death—it had become very difficult to decide the outcome of battles easily. There were ways to ensure one’s survival, even if one’s existence was thoroughly eradicated.

It’s possible to be resurrected from unknown corners.

This is the extent of their powers, akin to a natural phenomenon. Just as frost descends when it’s cold, they too would naturally come back to life.

"..." Xi Mu sipped his tea, seemingly accepting the extraterritorial demon’s explanation, and toned down the slight dissatisfaction in his eyes, "The Witch of Death, it seems, is unaware of your existence?"

"If she knew of my existence," the extraterritorial demon’s expression grew ambiguous as he turned to Ahtal and asked, "Do you think she would have let me ambush the Goddess of Death and the Goddess of Life?"

Xi Mu pretended to ponder for a moment, then shook his head.

"That woman may seem calm, but she is actually quite haughty," the extraterritorial demon explained, "She wouldn’t casually allow others to interfere with her battles."

Xi Mu shook his head: "The Witch of Death is not that rigid."

"There’s also the element of uncertainty," the extraterritorial demon raised a finger, "Extraterritorial demons lurk and operate in the shadows; no one knows their plots or thoughts, and one must be on guard against them in battle with the Witch of Death."

He crossed his legs leisurely.

"Such unpredictabilities also make the All Gods more cautious."

"You’re not being completely honest," Xi Mu said succinctly, and the extraterritorial demon chuckled upon hearing this, then raised a second finger.

"And finally, the most important reason: I have more pressing matters to attend to, and it is not convenient for me to intervene in order to prevent disruption to this world."

Xi Mu’s expression turned serious.

"Do you remember what I said about the Hall of Valor?" the extraterritorial demon continued, and upon seeing Ahtal nod, he pulled a cigarette out of thin air and gently touched his thumb and index finger together, spontaneously igniting a small flame between his fingers.

He used the flame at his fingertips to light his cigarette, and the curling smoke obscured his cheeks, masking the expression on his face.

"That woman... oh, the Time Witch, had suddenly found me and asked me to build the Hall of Valor. She wanted me to collect valuable souls, storing them in the hall beyond the world, above time, to prepare for an inevitable day of Ragnarok."

With that, he exhaled a plume of white smoke.

"The power of the Bewitching Witch that the woman you spoke with before used comes from the original Bewitching Witch in the Hall of Valor. It was handwritten by her and then personally given by the Time Witch to those with potential, attempting to make them vessels for resurrecting past witches and demons."

"..." Xi Mu slightly furrowed his brow and explained to the extraterritorial demon: "Michael is a man, not a woman."

"As long as they look like a woman, they’re no different from a woman," the extraterritorial demon remarked indifferently, "It’s just a different body structure, but it’s still usable, still enchanting."

Xi Mu: "..."

This guy is one... who doesn’t care about gender, purely driven by sensation; to him, it doesn’t matter whether they’re a man or a woman, he doesn’t even care about species anymore—be it orcs, fairies, or elves, all are acceptable to him.

According to the official explanation from the game, he has essentially laid hands on every known species in this world, boasting a rich array of experiences.

He could write an extraterrestrial custom guide.

"When it comes to our station," the extraterritorial demon seemed to pick up on the speechlessness in Ahtal’s eyes, smiling as he conveyed his thoughts, "what matters most is whether we like it or not; it’s unnecessary to adhere to traditional and outdated ideas."

He leisurely exhaled a puff of white smoke.

"You could even bear to talk with Michael..."

"I don’t share your strange fetishes," Xi Mu waved his hand dismissively, already anticipating what the extraterritorial demon was going to say next.

"When you’ve lived a bit longer, you’ll gradually change your mind," the extraterritorial demon said with poise, smiling at Ahtal’s adherence to traditional thoughts.

In response, Xi Mu gave him a sidelong glance: