After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 473 - 183 All Gods Block The Way
"Ahtal, do you still retain your self-awareness?" the Goddess of Lies asked cautiously, peering out from behind the Witch of Death.
She pushed her power to the limit, ensuring that every word Ahtal spoke was not a lie. If there were any signs of deception, she would immediately activate the preset plan and directly seal Ahtal.
Although the seal could not last forever, it would buy them time to look for a solution to the problem.
The atmosphere suddenly tensed up.
The Goddess of Death instinctively tightened her grip on the scythe in her hand, ready to unleash her full strength at the slightest wrong response from Ahtal.
The Creation Witch lifted her hand lightly to tuck her hair behind her ear, her beautiful eyes reflecting Ahtal’s figure without any deviation.
The Witch of Death folded her fingers across her chest, maintaining her usual aloof demeanor, yet her sapphire-like eyes betrayed a hint of concern and solemnity.
She cared whether Ahtal retained his will—if Ahtal had completely turned into the King of Ash,
she would have no choice but to become the enemy of her once-cherished companion.
The Goddess of Life cast her eyes downward, concealing her worry and melancholy. She also did not wish to lay a hand on Ahtal. All she could hope for now was that Ahtal still held onto his self-awareness and was not overridden by the consciousness of the King of Ash.
Otherwise, she would have to battle against the remnants called Ahtal... an incredibly sad affair for her.
The extraterritorial demon, however, was quite composed. Whether Ahtal was the King of Ash was not his concern. He had no emotional ties with Ahtal, and if Ahtal’s body were taken over by the King of Ash, he would just need to find a way to execute the Time Witch’s plan.
Nevertheless, he could do one last thing for Ahtal as a form of solace to his soul.
As for the God of Seals, he did not think too much. He was ready to cooperate with everyone present to seal Ahtal at any moment, and if that was not possible, he would make a quick getaway.
"Although my mentality has changed, I believe my self-awareness has not shifted," Xi Mu remarked, pushing his hair back from his forehead and looking around at the various expressions of the gods present.
The Goddess of Lies, upon hearing this, did not relax in the slightest, pressing Ahtal with another question, "What is your current mindset?"
"I feel the impulse to burn the world to ashes," Xi Mu replied, "but for the short term, I can restrain myself."
An expected answer.
Having become the King of Ash, it was only natural that he would feel the urge to burn the world to ashes, just as humans have a fundamental impulse to reproduce, the King of Ash has the impulse to incinerate the world.
"Nun, who is your master now?" the Goddess of Lies turned to inquire, looking towards a blindfolded nun, "The King of Ash or Ahtal?"
In this world, the one who understood Ahtal now the most was only the nun devoted to serving the King of Ash, and this nun, whose strength was weaker, could more easily detect lies.
To this, the blindfolded nun did not answer immediately. She approached Ahtal, reached out, and caressed his cheek, feeling the warmth transmitted from him.
"It’s Ahtal," she said softly, giving her response. This unique sensation was undoubtedly that of her lord.
Not that of the King of Ash who had taken over Ahtal’s body.
The Goddess of Lies’s expression relaxed slightly, but she did not step away from behind the Witch of Death. She turned to the eight-legged horse and inquired:
"Sleipnir, who is your master now?"
The mare fell silent for a moment, using the bond between companions to sense Ahtal’s condition, finding no abnormality in the feelings transmitted.
"It’s Ahtal," she said with certainty. As Ahtal’s companion, she could not be mistaken.
The Goddess of Lies nodded slightly, then seized the Witch of Death’s wrist to ask, "Witch of Death, who do you think the person before you is?"
The Witch of Death glanced at the Goddess of Lies hiding behind her, carefully feeling through the connection of followers, then said:
"It’s Ahtal."
The Goddess of Lies felt a lot more settled inside. She then looked towards the Goddess of Life and inquired, "Goddess of Life, who do you think the person before you is?"
The Goddess of Life said softly, "It’s Ahtal."
"He truly has retained his self-awareness." The Goddess of Lies finally let go of her tension, but she still maintained a cautious attitude, turning to Eden and inquiring:
"Eden, who do you think stands before you?"
"It’s Ahtal," the All-Knowing Saintess answered calmly, easing the Goddess of Lies’s tension. However, she held on to a trace of uncertainty.
She turned to the extraterritorial demon with a question.
"What do YOU think..." Before she could finish, the extraterritorial demon waved his hand, showing an exasperated expression.
"I’m not very familiar with Ahtal." While most of those present were very close to Ahtal, he was truly an outsider, with little interaction with Ahtal. It made no sense for him to judge whether Ahtal retained his self-awareness.
"It’s truly incredible." The Goddess of Lies withdrew her gaze, her powers indicating that no one present had lied. This meant that Ahtal had indeed managed to hold onto his self-awareness and had not been overtaken by the body of the King of Ash.
Of course, this does not mean the King of Ash is a unique entity. It refers to Ahtal being ignited into a being set on burning the world at the moment of Ragnarok’s gaze, which can be considered the death of Ahtal’s existence.
What remained was more like an existence wearing Ahtal’s appearance and talent.
